After yesterday’s long shopping trip, I had fallen asleep with both makeup and casual clothes. The result was that I now had big dark circles around my eyes and marks all over my cheeks because of falling asleep with my head on my arm. “Pefect. Just… perfect.” I mumbled as I took off my clothes to take a shower.

I feel as fresh as usual when I then wrap the towel around my wet hair. I tried to twist my hair with my hands, hoping to get the hair to dry a little faster. It didn’t work though. I didn’t have time enough to blow-dry it, so I let it hand wet over my shoulders, hoping it won’t look like crazy then after it dried.

When I went to my locker, the guys were already waiting for me. “What a welcoming!”
They all grinned as they heard my voice. I watched them carefully. This was certainly something new, since they usually don’t stand and wait for me like this.
The guys were looking as usual, besides their big grins.
“Well, how did it go yesterday?”
Louis who previously sat down with his back leaning against the lockers, were now standing up and brushing off some dirt from his pants. “Uh… fine.” I answered with a shrug. It went fine. Great in fact.
“Eleanor said that she thought you were really nice.”
I laugh at his almost a little sweet tone. “You can tell her that I thought she was really nice aswell. I’m grateful for her help.”
He smiled as he nodded.
“Did you find a dress?” Zayn asked.
“Hah, no, she found a pair of pants, what else?”
I flinched when I heard the dark, hoarse voice. That very voice usually doesn’t do jokes when I’m around. Harry’s hoarse voice is usually not heard at all.

Zayn grimaces, but then he started to laugh. “Whatever…” He mumbled as he smiled towards the ground.
“Yes, I found a dress and it’s thanks to Eleanor.” I answered as I smiled towards Zayn.
“Don’t you guys have any classes you need to be attending?” I asked. I didn’t really understand why they were here. “I mean… if you don’t have something more to say, maybe we should go back to our classes?”
Liam’s gazed towards Louis, who’s gazing towards Zayn. Zayn’s then looking helplessly towards Niall who once again gets busy with a loose thread of his shirt. He should defiantly buy himself a new sweater.

Liam sighs and answered. “We just wanted to talk to you about tomorrow. We were wondering… I mean if you had… if you had someone to go with.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “Otherwise, unless you have someone to go with, you can surely go with us. We were thinking of going in a group... I mean together.” Together. As usual, I thought. Was there anything the guys didn’t do together?
Liam’s looking towards me. It becomes completely silent when he finished his last sentence. “Uh..” I strained a bit as I suddenly became nervous. Why are they completely over this? “No..?”

The guys relaxed as they looked at each other with relief. Wait, I have no one to go with, and they’re happy? “What is this, really?” I almost surprised myself when I suddenly roared. The guys look blankly at me as I continued. “I have no one to go with, and you’re relieved. Don’t you want me to have someone to go with? Don’t you want me to have friends and stuff?” I’m angry. This might not be so difficult to understand. The boys looked a bit scared because of my sudden outburst.
“Sarah, you’re misunderstanding…” Liam makes an attempt to calm me down.
I don’t want to listen. “Misunderstanding? Which part is it that I don’t understand?”
No one answered, and I turned around and walked away.

After lunch (which I by the way never ate, since the guys were waiting for me at the entrance, I had no interest in meeting them at the moment.) It’s time for rehearsal again.
The last rehearsal, since we’re not going to school tomorrow. Apparently the prom committee had much to do because of the evening’s exploits, and the teachers had realized that we students did better advantage at home. We would probably just be standing in way.
I was a little bit nervous about my and Harry’s rehearsal. I had not seen or talked to any of the guys. Their pathetic attempt to ambush at the lunch had failed miserably.

I put on my heels and braid hair quickly to get it out of my sight. I started practicing with my heels, because it was those I later was going to dance in. I was confident in them, high shoes had never been a problem since that my balance is perfect because of all these years of dancing. To dance on your toes a few hours a day really affected your balance.
Harry however, couldn’t take his eyes off my feet, terrified that I would get him on his toes.
“Uh, hello.” Harry’s hoarse familiar voice makes me wince.

I looked up as I saw him standing a bit awkwardly in the doorway. “Hi.”
Without any problems I got up and walked with confident steps towards Harry. As usual, he gazed down to my feet and I could hear him swallow loudly. “Shall we begin? I thought we might just get through it a few times, only the last part. We don’t have to practice as long as usual.”
Harry looks offended at me. “Don’t you think we need it, or do you just not want to run the entire session?”
I open my mouth, but I as usual drowned in his disturbingly green eyes. Unfortunately, it was a mix of what he just suggested. “I don’t know…”
“Don’t listen to the guys! They’re just trying to… I mean…” He pulls frustrated with his hand over his mouth. “I don’t know. They…”
He never made his point. “What ever. Shall we begin?” I repeated as I lead Harry out on the dance floor.
He’s as good as usual. Honestly, I’m the one who can’t really concentrate. His gaze keep me stuck, and I felt like it was almost getting a bit difficult to move my feet. Harry stops abruptly, as I blankly stared at him. “Wait, you have a…” He raised his hand and brings it to my cheek. “Eyelash.” He pulls the thumb under my eye and captures it. “Make a wish.”

My gaze went from Harry to the eyelash that was resting on his thumb. “I’ve got nothing to wish for.” I said as quietly as it became whisper.
“I’ll make one then.” He said as he closed his eyes. After a few seconds he opened his eyes again, as he blew the eyelash away.
We were just standing still. There’s nothing around us. Just the two of us. Harry raised his hand again, placing it on my cheek and pulling with his thumb under my eye again. As if he would pull away another eyelash. But we both knew that there was no eyelash.
Who said you need to go as friends?

Notes

Oh. My. God.