Previously: “Wait, you’ve got 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?
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I swallow loudly as I blushed lightly when Harry was smiling shyly.
We were standing only a few inches from each other. No one was moving. Harry’s gaze was almost a little bit dreamy as he looked into my eyes. He’s running his hand from my cheek to my neck. I can feel how he lightly presses my face towards his own.
My stomach starts to some noises.
Wait what?! Oh, God no. Noooo.

Harry throws his head back and laughs loudly and clearly. I take a step back and burry my face in my hands. WHY COULDN’T I JUST SIMPLY HAVE EATEN THE LUNCH?!
“Hungry?” He said with such a playful voice, that I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.
I pulled my hand against my stomach. “Obviously.” I mumbled embarrassed, causing him to laugh even louder.
“Oh my God.” I buried my face in my hands once again.
Without seeing what really happens, I felt Harry’s arms around me. He pressed until I calmed down wrapped by his arms. After a while he starts to relax the embrace, although I wasn’t quite ready to let him go yet.

I wasn’t really sure about what really happened during the dance lesson with Harry. Had we really been close to a kiss, or was it just something that I imagined? Just a few days ago, it had felt like Harry hated me, and now I’m walking around and thinking about out almost-kiss. It seemed too bizarre to be true.

During the math, which was the only lesson besides the time we got to practice the last thing that had to do with the dance, I sat absent throughout the lesson. I had actually never thought of the fact that Harry was in the same age as me, and therefore we had some classes together, unlike the rest of the guys who were older. But now he was sitting there, a few rows in front of me. His curly hair was in his way when was writing down the information on the writing-board, which meant that he constantly ran his hand through it to gain control over the mischievous curls. It didn’t make much of a difference.
Eventually he straightened his back and tried to pull his hair behind his ears, which he quickly realizes wouldn’t work either. With a sigh, he returned to his writing.
How I know all of this? Well, the reason I was so absent and unavailable had a name. Styles. Harry Styles.
I couldn’t get him out of my mind. It was ridiculously true.

I waited for a sign from Harry during the whole day. Some sort of confirmation that showed that I was in his thoughts, perhaps in the same way that I myself was thinking about him incessantly. But there was no sign. He didn’t even glance at me.
I didn’t see him after class and I simply had to accept that I interpreted the whole situation in a wrong way.

I didn’t think about Harry for the next evening, not during the night, not during the next morning when I woke up and realized that I was going to prom that very night. No, not even then.

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter, but guys; OH MY GOD.

The prom is going to be devided into 5 different chapters.
And by the way, the more you comment/rate/subscribe, the sooner I'll release the chapters! And I promise you, there's going to be tons of juicy things going on during prom, xx.