I quickly turned around, hoping that they didn’t see me. Before they had time to understand that I just heard what they said.
Curiosity burns within me, but I decide to let it be. It’s not my business and I don’t want to pry. But honestly, I wanted nothing more…
“Hi there” I turned around as I look surprised into a guy’s eyes. My heart that just had beaten extra fast, calmed down as I realized that it wasn’t the eyes I actually wanted to see.
“Hello…”
The guy in front of me smiles and begins to present himself. I’ve never seen him before, which actually isn’t that strange, since I’ve only spent my time together with the guys and my class-mates who sat next to me during the classes. This school is huge, had I seen him in the hallway, I would’ve probably have forget about it the next day.
He’s nice though. He gets me to laugh at his silly jokes several times. It’s fun to talk with someone new, even if it starts to feel like he was hitting on me when he kept moving closer. “You want to dance?” I got surprised by his question, but I saw it coming anyway. I toss a little anxiously and see Harry standing a few feet away. He lowers his eyes when I catch sight of him as he made it look like he was watching me.

I turned back to the guy. “Unfortunately, no. I think my friend are waiting for me” and with friend, I meant Harry. Harry didn’t seem satisfied and as his friend, it was my duty to get him in a better mood, I kept telling myself.
The guy smiles but looks like being clearly disappointed. “Sure. I guess I’ve got no chance with the sexiest girl on the prom…” The sexiest girl on the prom? Ugh…
I force myself to smile and giggle. “Yeah, okay… But I have to go.”
With a sweeping motion, I start walking towards the spot where Harry just stood. But there’s no Harry.

Mr.Whitney, as nervous as usual, announces that it’s time for us students to show off the waltz we’ve learned during the week. He also clarifies that this may affect your grades, especially for us students who’s attending dance. They want to see how well we can teach and how well we dance something as classic as waltz. “Good luck!” Niall said with a grin and walked away with a girl I’d never seen before. I might add that he seem to be more than pleased.
I object to Harry who just ran his fingers through his tangled curls. He looks up and sees that I’m ready. With an embarrassed expression he walks up to me. “So…”

I smile at him. “We’ll just dance like we’ve practiced. It will turn out great, promise.” I took his hand and lead him out on the big dance floor. Just a few meters away, Zayn is standing with a fixed smile. The girl who’s dancing with him looks like being really charmed by him. She corrects both his hair and tie before she takes his hand and guides it to her waist. Or her bum accurately. Zayn sacredly pulls his hand away as the girl started to giggle hysterically.

Harry’s watching them with a smile. I love that smile of his …
After a few seconds he looked back at me and his smile disappears, as usual. With a sigh I faked a smile. “Are you ready?”
He nods as he smiled.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fwccwVbAFMM Listen while reading, if you want.)

The music starts, and so did we. I don’t know if it’s because of the clothes, the music or the environment, but the waltz comes to life in a completely different way than before. Each movement has a better insight and Harry’s grip on my waist has never been like this tight. Without any problems he lead me through the whole dance. I wanted to smile at him. Big and wide, to show that he’s doing great. But I can’t. All I can see is his big eyes that repeatedly keeps me hooked. My knees are shaking and I almost couldn’t carry myself, which Harry seems to notice. He pulls me a little closer so that I could support against him. I cleared my throat as I gathered myself together. I’m actually supposed to be the expert here, which I shouldn’t forget.

We’re spinning around, all over the floor, around all of the other students. Yet it felt like nothing else existed but us. The hall is filled with dancing young adults, yet it’s only him I’m looking at.
The music is low. It’s time for the big finale. Harry spins me out, and I stretch out his arm and as I then pushed off and turned back. It lead with my back against his front, as he then raised his arms to spin me around so I’ll face him. Slowly we draw our hands down, still looking into each other’s eyes. The music hasn’t stopped. It’s not quite over yet, neither is our dance. He leant back and I relax in his arms. Instead of almost instantly pull me, he lets me hang. I raise a hand and offer it to his cheek…
The music had stopped and all of the students were excitedly clapping their hands while firing big smiles to each other.
Harry clears his throat and pulls me up so I stand straight. This time we have, after all, have been really close to kissing. Or have we? I don’t know what to think when Harry just turns around and walks away.

Notes

Ugh, they don't seem to get that kiss. But there is, after all, three more prom-chapters!

Reminder: I'm having a vaccation during the whole week, which means that I'll not be able to update for a while. But as soon as I'll get back home, (probably next saturday or else sunday) I will update. I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, but it will be worth it. Promise! ♥