The sleep after swimming hits different. After I shower, I nearly knock out. I don't even bother eating anything. I just fall asleep.

I don't know exactly what we have planned today. Our flight's leaving late tonight, so we basically have the whole day.

Imagine my surprise when I walk into the living room, surrounded by stacks of cash.

"Please don't tell me we're going to a strip club," I blurt out. Harry stops his money counting, giving me an amused smile. 

"Uh, nope. Do you want to?" 

Of course that's how he responds. I shake my head no, lightly tracing the stacks of bills. I don't think I've ever seen this much cash in my life. "So what are we doing then?"

"Think about it. What else could you possibly do in Vegas with a lump sum of money?"

I think about it for a second, then the realization hits me. "Oh! Casinos, duh."

He pats me on the back out of pity before resuming his counting. I push past him and head to the kitchen area. 

"I've ordered you room service, it'll be here soon," he calls from the other room. I smile and sit at the barstool. Shortly after, he walks in. "French toast, I know you love it." He gives me a quick peck and takes the seat next to me.

"I really wasn't expecting Vegas out of all places," I admit, looking out the window. Even in the daylight, the view is beautiful. The people look like ants from up here. The buildings are just as vibrant. 

"Are you having fun?" His tone is laced with concern.

I lean over and place a lingering kiss on his lips. "Of course."

"I would know, especially after yesterday..." 

I scowl and slap his arm. Way to ruin the moment. 

Sophia stalks in, standing behind us. "And what happened yesterday?"

Harry avoids her gaze and I awkwardly rub the back of my neck. "Oh, you know, the pool and stuff."

"Mhm," she hums. "I'm starving, do you want to go to the breakfast bar?"

"Harry already ordered me breakfast," I say apologetically.

She narrows her eyes at my boyfriend. "So rude, Styles. Where's our food?"

"Hey, ask your boyfriend. He's the one with the credit card," he defends, putting his hands up.

She looks at him thoughtfully before skipping out of the kitchen, presumably to bother Liam. 

"She's crazy," he laughs, putting his hand on my leg. I dramatically pluck it off and let it fall to his side. He furrows his brow. "What?"

"I'm mad at you," I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh," he smirks. "What, you don't want everyone to know that we fucked?"

I slap his arm then turn away from him, facing the window and crossing my arms like a stubborn child. 

"Come on El, they already know."

"It doesn't matter," I hiss, facing him again. "You don't have to point it out every time, and stop saying that word."

"Fuck? You liked it last night..." 

I want to wipe the smirk right off his face, yet I can't think of a good comeback.

Then, I do what I always do. I run.

Well, I dramatically storm out of the kitchen. I hear him call out to me but I go into our room, slamming the door behind me. I lock it for the extra dramatic flair. 

"What did you do?" I hear Louis scold him. 

I grab my phone and see messages from Audrey. I text her back, letting her know we ended up going to Las Vegas. She sends her excitement for me then leaves me alone. I snuggle up in my bed and scroll through TikTok. The short videos are perfect for my attention span.

A soft knock comes from the door. I immediately know it's not Harry - he wouldn't knock. My thoughts are confirmed when I hear Eleanor's voice. "Babe, come out. We're going outfit shopping then hitting the casinos."

I open the door to a perfectly polished Eleanor. Her makeup looks flawless and I look like trash next to her. 

"Can I have a little time for my makeup?" I plead. She knowingly nods.

"Of course. But if you really want, do it in my room. Poor Harry needs to get ready too. Your food's in there as well." 

I kiss her cheek and pull her in for a short hug. She giggles and gestures to her door. I grab my makeup bag and rush behind her. 

Louis is eyeing my food when I come in. He sees me and looks away, pretending like he wasn't mentally devouring my breakfast. 

"You can have a couple bites," I laugh. He grins and doesn't hesitate to take a whole slice. I roll my eyes but don't object. I have a small appetite and I need room for an iced coffee. 

"Here, the bathroom has better lighting," she pushes me to their en-suite. I thank her and pull out the stuff I'm using, eating small bites as I go.

"We're going to buy outfits for the casino, right? I didn't really bring much," I yell from the bathroom. Louis confirms and I try to finish up my makeup as quickly as possible.

I wear the same outfit as yesterday because it's the only appropriate option. I didn't even bring PJs, depending on Harry's shirts. Eleanor grins as I walk out, making me feel better about my appearance. 

"Do we have time to grab an iced coffee?" I ask innocently, looping my arms with her and Louis. 

We walk out the room together and into the kitchen. "Well, it looks like we don't have to," he gestures to Harry, who's holding a plastic cup in his hand. 

"Mmm, you know, I'm feeling a hot coffee today," I say out of spite. We all know I'm going to get an iced coffee regardless. 

Harry narrows his eyes at me. I take the moment to take in his appearance. He's wearing a navy dress shirt and black jeans. His chain is dangling over his shirt and he has black dress shoes on. How can he mix such casual elements yet look so put together? 

"Yeah, sure. I think there's a Starbucks in the lobby," she unloops her arm from mine, and I separate from Louis. Harry gives her a look, but she doesn't seem affected. "Sophia's still getting ready so you can go now if you want."

"Oh, okay. Um, Zayn?" I call out. 

I know it's mean to use Harry's one weakness against him, but there's no true threat. We both know I'd never really do that. 

I'm so goddamned petty.

"Yeah?" He calls from a different room. "Hold on, I'm coming." He walks out gracefully. His outfit consists of black jeans, white shirt, and a leather jacket on top; his iconic look. His leather-clad arm wraps around my shoulder, looking at me expectantly. "What's up?"

"Can you come with me downstairs?" I bat my lashes at him. 

"No," Harry interjects quickly. "I'll come."

Louis is quick to aid me. "No, I need you to help me look at something."

Zayn smirks and nods. "Of course, babe. Let's go." 

Harry clenches his jaw. I send a glare at him as I walk past. He tries to grab my arm but I scurry away quickly. 

"What was that about?" Zayn asks once we're in the security of the elevator. "Not that I don't enjoy making Harry jealous," he adds playfully.

"He pissed me off." I don't elaborate further. He nods and awkwardly rocks on his heels while we wait for the lobby to come. We're joined by strangers on lower floors, making the ride awkward. Luckily, no one notices him.

The lobby finally comes and I escape as quickly as possible. I see the Starbucks and groan at the line. It's not super long, but longer than I expected. 

He pulls me into his side as we wait. I shrug off his arm, earning a wink from him. He puts his hand back and comes near my ear. "We have a spectator."

Of course he had to come down.

I shrug off his arm regardless. "That's okay."

He backs off but stands close to me. When it's my turn to order, the barista looks in shock as she stares at Zayn.

"Are you..." She begins. He flashes his infamous smile before telling her he's an impersonator. "Shit, you look better than him!" 

I stifle a laugh at the comment and he tries his best to not be visibly offended. I place my order and pay. Zayn puts up a fight, insisting he pays, but I give her my card before he can.

I miss Noah and his mediocre coffee.

"That was close," I laugh, looking at the poor barista. 

"What does she mean I look better? Is that a compliment? Am I supposed to be offended?" He rambles, furrowing his brow.

I pat him on the arm. "It means you look better in real life, okay? It's a compliment."

He seems satisfied with my answer and nods. "Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks."

"Of course," I chuckle. "Anyway, you played that off well." 

"Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," he winks, approaching the counter to pick up my drink. I didn't even hear my name be called. 

I thank him as he hands it to me and take a sip, making sure it's at optimal sweetness level. When I'm sure it's up to my standard, I gesture to the elevator. 

Harry follows us in casually. He nonchalantly stands between Zayn and I. "I thought you wanted a hot coffee?"

"I lied." I take a long sip, risking brain freeze. 

"I know."

"Well, are you going to say sorry?" 

Zayn awkwardly clears his throat. "Should... should I step out or something?"

We both give him a flat look. He smacks himself on the head, realizing it's physically impossible to get out. 

Instead, all three of us silently wait to reach our floor. I can tell Harry isn't going to apologize and we shouldn't have this argument in front of people, especially Zayn.

He rushes out as soon as the doors open. I follow him, Harry hot on my heels. He tries to grab my arm, but I pull away. 

"El," he barks, finally grabbing and stopping me. "Why don't you like it when I mention us having sex?"

I snap. "Because you make it seem like I'm a prize or something! Besides, you don't have to mention it in front of people. It's our business, not theirs. You don't see Liam and Louis talking about it." He doesn't seem to understand my point so I elaborate. "You know how Zayn always brags about his conquests? That's what it feels like."

Realization dawns on his face. "But I'm not bragging."

"I know, but I don't like it, okay? It makes me feel like you're just showing off or something."

He smiles, tugging me into him. "Okay, I won't do it anymore. I'll save it for the bedroom," he whispers. 

I can't help but giggle. He's so good at lightening the mood, even when I'm a cranky bitch and get upset over nothing. "Thank you for understanding." 

"See how easy things are when we talk about things?" He points out, tugging me toward the others. "I hope that coffee's worth the extra money. I guess you have two now."

We walk in to see Niall sipping the other coffee. "Nevermind," Harry says under his breath. Sophia comes out, followed by Liam. When everyone's out and ready, we head to the strip. First, we need to go dress shopping.

After the light walk, we find ourselves in a random boutique. The girls pull me away and start sorting through dresses. I don't even bother looking. I trust they'll find something for me.

"Here," one hands me a huge pile of dresses. I groan, trudging to the fitting room.  

If I absolutely hate a dress, I don't even bother showing them. I find a decent one and open the door to ask for opinions.

All the boys sit on the sofa in the area. They look up at me, assessing the dress. Eleanor has banned Harry from giving his opinion, partly because she thinks it'll enforce the stereotype of letting a man dictate what their girl can wear. In reality, it's because he'll obviously tell me every dress looks good on me. 

They all say I can do better. Defeated, I go to find the next perfect dress. 

They give the same answer for the next four dresses. At this point, I'm gonna buy the next dress I try on.

"Please be worthy," I whisper before opening the door. They're all a little annoyed at this point, but it's their fault in the first place.

I immediately gauge Harry's initial reaction. Actions do speak louder than words. His eyes widen as he looks me up and down. I know I have his approval, and nothing else matters.

"Okay, this is perfect. Let's go," Niall says hastily and stands up. Welp, he's obviously bored.

"It looks good!" Louis smiles, Zayn nodding in agreement.

"Liam?" I give him a hopeful look. He gives me a thumbs up and I sigh out of relief. I don't change, just grab my old clothes from the fitting room and put them in my bag.

I must say, I'm sneaky. I handed my card to the cashier as soon as we entered, telling her to only use this one.

Is it a little dumb because she can steal my card info? Yes. Do I trust her though? Maybe.

She perks up when I walk out. Harry trails behind me, ready to pay.

"Okay Ms. Marsh, you're all set. Good choice by the way!" She grins, handing me my card and receipt. Harry looks dumbfounded. I casually stroll out the store, pulling the tag off. On the inside, I'm smug and triumphant as hell. I just outsmarted the smartass! 

"I... what just happened?" Harry follows me out, the rest not too far behind.

"What?" I innocently ask. 

"How did you even manage to do that?"

I shrug. "I don't know, I guess I'm outsmarting you, Styles." He grumbles some profane words under his breath. I'm proud I managed to pay for something myself. I hate the idea of anyone paying for me, especially when it's things I don't really need. Ever since I met Harry, my bank account's been stable, which is unusual for me. 

"You exhaust me," he sighs, grabbing my hand in his. 

"Do you like the dress?" I sway my hips side to side. 

He chuckles. "I definitely do." He leans in close to my ear. "I think it would look better on my floor though."

"Hmm, maybe if you're lucky," I tease, giving him a kiss on the cheek. It's crazy how we went from having a rough morning to this. 

I love it. 

Although I'm not meant to hear, Eleanor mentions something about us being a cute couple and how she's glad we aren't fighting. Louis hums in agreement. 

We swing our arms as we walk, heading into the giant hotel. Like most places here, it's a casino/hotel combination. 

My eyes widen at all the machines. I'm not one for poker, but the slot machines have my attention. The flashing lights make it super appealing. Or maybe I just have a short attention span. Whatever it is, it works. 

Liam separates from us, going to cash out for chips. When he comes back, he hands us an equal amount. "Let's split up."

"Alright," Zayn says, eagerly heading to a blackjack table. 

I look up at my boyfriend. "What're you doing?"

He shrugs, taking in the room. "What do you want to do?"

I gesture to the girls who are already heading to the slot machines. "I was just gonna go there. I don't know how to play most of these things." He slowly nods. "You don't have to stay with me though, I'll be okay with the girls," I add, sensing the hesitation.

"You sure?"

"Yes," I lean up and kiss him. "Now go and make some money, sugar daddy."

He scrunches his face in disgust. "Please don't call me that again."

 I laugh, pushing him toward the tables. He starts walking and I separate, joining the girls. We trade our chips for coins, sitting at machines next to each other. We gossip as we mindlessly pull the levers. My heart quickens every time the machine spins, showing me my results. 

Much to my luck, I don't win anything! As tempted as I am to keep trying, I know it's the start of an addiction. I need to stop myself before it progresses. When I was younger, I was addicted to arcade games. I'd play and play, convinced the next turn would be the lucky one. When I didn't win the jackpot, I'd be ticketless and sad. 

Sophia wins five bucks, which she uses to play more. Eleanor wins $30, but she shows her self control and reaps in her profit.

"Wow Eleanor, I can't believe you're rich. You should buy us lunch," I giggle.

She smiles and winks. "Only for you babes."

Sophia and I exchange grins and pull her into a tight hug. We laugh so loudly that we get weird looks from others, but we don't mind. 

The boys meet us in the lobby hours later. 

"Win anything good?" I ask.

"Five thousand," Liam grins, holding a fat stack of cash. My eyes widen at the money. 

"Nada," Louis sighs. Twinsies! 

"Four hundred and fifty dollars," Niall flashes his money before stuffing it in his pocket.

Harry keeps his hands in his pockets, not saying a word.

"Where's Zayn?" Sophia asks, looking around.

Niall crinkles his nose. "He's...uh...preoccupied."

"Ew," we groan simultaneously. 

"Yeah... hopefully he didn't take her back to our place? Guess we'll see when we get back."

Oh God, I hope not.

We begin our journey back to our own hotel. "You guys have such good luck, ugh." I frown, sad that I didn't win any money. "Well, except for you Louis. Watch out, your girlfriend might be too rich for you now."

He beams and pulls her closer to him. "Oh? How much money did you win?"

"A whopping thirty," she laughs. 

"Watch it, Tomlinson, she promised to spoil us and not you, okay?" Sophia playfully warns. He puts his hands up defensively. 

We chat about our experiences and how crazy things got in there. Of course, the girls didn't have any wild stories, but Niall swears he saw someone cheat. Then, that person was caught and escorted out.

I notice how quiet Harry is throughout the conversation. I try not to think much of it, but it bothers me a little. Did he have a bad time?

"Are you okay?" He lightly bumps into my shoulder. I shake out of my thoughts and nod. I should be the one asking him, not the other way around.

By the time we reach, we completely forget about the Zayn incident, that is until a random stranger is lounging on the couch with a sheet wrapped around her. 

"Oh... hello?" Sophia stares at the girl, who sits up immediately. 

"Hi," she sheepishly responds, her cheeks bright red. "I, uh, came here with someone."

"We know," Liam points out. 

Zayn walks out from wherever, all in his shirtless glory. I raise my brows at his appearance. He has a serious case of bedhead and he's practically glistening with sweat. 

The other two girls are gawking as well. I lightly elbow Eleanor, who gives me a sheepish smile. She then repeats the gesture to Sophia, who shakes out of her daze. 

Harry clears his throat, redirecting our attention. "I'm going to head to the shower."

Once he's out of the room and the boys busy themselves, I turn to the girls and mouth 'Oh my God.'

"I know right? Talk about sexy," Sophia whispers. We eye him and his one-night stand cuddling on the couch before continuing our conversation. "Wow, I've never seen the appeal until now."

"Never?" I gasp. "He's like sex on legs." 

She scrunches her face. "I guess... I mean, aren't they all?"

"Ew, no. No offense, I could never see Niall or Louis or Liam in that light."

"Hey!" They both defensively gasp. "Rude."

"Probably because they aren't fuckboys," I remind them. They soften, realizing I'm right. 

Eleanor scrunches her nose. "Ew, this is weird. I need to leave before I stare for too long."

"Me too," Sophia takes one longing look at him before leaving, the other following suit. 

Well, I can't awkwardly linger around. Plus it's a little weird to think about Zayn like that. Yeah, he's hot, but it's weird considering he's my boyfriend's friend. I'll never see him as anything more. I decide to go back to my room, waiting for Harry to finish showering. 

I lie down on the bed, scrolling through my social media. The door to the bathroom opens and I look up from my phone. Harry walks out, his skin glistening with water droplets. His damp hair sticks to his forehead and he shakes it out of his eyes. The towel hangs low on his waist, showing his v-line. 

Then I remember that he's superior to any other man in my life. His sexiness levels are off the chart.

Ew, did I seriously just say that? I'm getting way too soft. 

"What?" He furrows his brows. 

I practically have to wipe the drool off my face. "Nothing."

"Wait," a smirk appears on his face. "Were you checking me out?"

"Maybe," I mumble, bowing my head.

"Shit, El, if I had known you'd basically fawn over me, I'd come out like this more often."

I groan, covering my face with my arms. This is why I hate complimenting him. His ego gets way too big.

"I'm kidding," he chuckles, getting in bed with me. I squeal, pushing him off. "What?"

"You're all wet! You're gonna get the bed wet."

He crawls right back in, hovering over me. I squirm under him, trying to escape the water dripping from his body. 

His hot breath tickles my ear as he leans in. In his most seductive voice, he whispers, "I can make you wet instead."

My squirming instantly stops. My heart pounds so loudly I'm sure he can hear it. He slowly lowers his head so our lips are practically touching. 

The door flies open, and out of habit, I push him off me. He lands on the floor with a hard thud, hissing, "what the fuck El?!"

"Oh my," Sophia giggles, covering her mouth in amusement. "I know what you two were doing. You didn't need to push him like that." 

I sit up, giving her a death stare. Harry gets up from the floor, narrowing his eyes at me. "Please stop doing that, it hurts."

Sophia gasps. "She's done it before?"

Harry exasperatedly nods before tightening the towel around him. "What do you want?"

"Babe," a voice calls from the hallway. "Stop bothering them, come here." Liam walks up behind her, hugging her from behind. "Hey, guys."

"I wanted..." Sophia begins, a thoughtful look on her face. "I can't remember now. Whatever, it wasn't important anyway. El, we're having a little girl session on the plane, okay? So load up on caffeine."

I nod and watch as Liam basically drags her out the room. He closes the door behind him and I couldn't be more thankful.

"So, you were saying?" I innocently bat my lashes at him. 

"Oh no, I don't think so. Your time is up."

My jaw hangs open. "What?"

"You should have thought about that before you flung me across the room." 

I audibly protest. He grins, obviously enjoying my desperation. Eventually, he gives up and crawls into bed with me. 

"Our flight's in a couple hours... let's nap," I smile, shutting my eyes.

Harry shifts in bed, scooting closer. "You sure you'll wake up?"

"Mhm," I nod, falling into a deep slumber. 

~~~

"Ellie, wake up."

I'm lightly shaken awake. I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the brightness in the room. Harry leans over me, grinning ear to ear. 

"Hey, let's grab a coffee before we go, yeah?"

I nod, sitting up. I'm still groggy from the nap. He gives me a kiss on the forehead before getting off the bed. I sit for a minute, trying to mentally wake up. When I'm able, I get on my feet and head to the bathroom. Packing light means I don't have to repack. Luckily, that means I have some extra time. 

The cold water splashes against my face in a last attempt to wake me up. I dry my face against the plush towel and stare at the bathroom in the reflection of the mirror. It's a shame we didn't get to use it more. It's really fancy.

I change into my airport outfit, leggings and a sweatshirt. I stuff all the clothes I bought into the spacious duffle bag and carry it with me into the living room, dropping it near the door so I don't forget about it. 

"Ready?" Harry asks. I take a look at his outfit. He's wearing black jeans and a black shirt. He's one of the only people who can look good with monochrome outfits. 

I grab his hand and we set out. When we reach the lobby, I'm surprised when he leads us to the front door instead of the one in the hotel.

I give him a questioning look. "It feels good to go out with you like this. Thought we'd go to one a little further," he explains, almost sheepishly. He's too adorable.

Then, guilt settles in. It's because of me that we can't truly hang out in public. I'm the one who doesn't wanna be outed to the world.

He playfully nudges me with his shoulder and I give him a reassuring smile while nudging him back. I laugh when he dramatically sways as if my strength affected him that much. 

"You're right, this is nice," I agree as he holds open the door for me at Starbucks. Some ladies come out, forcing him to keep the door open. Then, there's non-stop traffic by the door. Harry, being the kind person he is, holds the door open for everyone. He gives me an apologetic look when the flow finally stops. 

"Sorry, got a bit caught up there."

"You're so sweet." I take his hand back in mine and we wait in line. I place the order for both of us and hand her my card. Harry slides her a $20 and tells her to keep the change. 

Bribing the cashier with a big tip... well played. 

She shrugs and hands me my card back. I defeatedly take it and stuff it in my wallet before scooching out of the way. 

"Harry, you should stop that," I sigh as we both take a seat at a small table. 

He fidgets with the rings on his fingers. "Stop what?"

I give him an exasperated look. "You know, paying for me."

"Why can't you just accept it? Most people would be glad-"

"I know," I whisper harshly. "All the other girls would love their shit to be paid for. Fine, pay for the expensive stuff or whatever, but please let pay for smaller things."

"Why though? I don't understand why you always feel the need to pay for your own stuff. I know you're not a golddigger, so if that's what you're trying to prove, you don't have to."

He doesn't get it, of course he doesn't. How could he? 

I keep my voice down, not wanting to create a huge scene. "Okay, let me explain. My mom is a workaholic, right? My dad is gone, missing, out of the picture." He nods, urging me to continue. "I've always had to work for myself to provide for Lily and I. Sure, my mom pays for our food and keeps a roof over our head, but we have no money for outside expenses - fun stuff, like clothes and shoes. That's where I come in. Every scent I make goes toward me or Lily. I just... I hate the idea of being financially dependent on anyone. I'm not saying I depend on you, but I don't want to fall in the habit of it."

The barista calls my name and I rush to grab our drinks. He meets me at the door and I hand him his hot coffee. He grabs it and uses his free hand to hold mine.

"Fine," he reluctantly sighs. "We'll make a deal. You can pay for all the coffee you force me to drink, okay? I think it's the most I spend money on you anyway."

It's not as big as a purchase as I'd like, but baby steps. At least he's trying to compromise. "Deal." 

"Deal."

 "Oh, and Harry?"

"Hm?"

"We need to talk later." 

My intention wasn't to scare him, but it's obvious when he pales. I don't reassure him because I myself don't know whether our talk is gonna be good. 

It's time to tell him about college.

My sudden declaration doesn't linger for long. We resume our normal conversation, happily walking back to the hotel. 

"I cannot believe we weren't caught at all! Although a poor barista recognized Zayn," I laugh.

"Oh? What happened?"

"He told her he was an imposter! And she believed it!" I snort in disbelief. Harry chuckles, shaking his head. 

"Believe what?" An Irish voice asks as we walk through the main door. "I wanna know! Tell me!"

"Later Niall," I pat his head, earning a pout. "Everyone ready to go?"

Everyone is standing with their respective bag. I go to grab mine, but Harry beats me to the punch, slinging it around his shoulder. I thank him with a kiss.

"Ooooooooo," Niall yells. 

Harry smacks him on the back of the head. We're all used to Niall's childish comments by now, but I can't help but feel like a middle school girl every time he teases us.  

"Okay, limo's waiting outside." 

"Limo?" I gasp. "Wow, I've always wanted to go in one. Well, we were gonna save up for one for prom but we changed our minds when we realized it was pointless," I ramble as we head downstairs. We came in a limo too but I was honestly too tired to process it back then. Now the excitement hits me like a train. 

"Okay El," someone mindlessly agrees. I shut up, realizing they're so sick of my "poor" stories. I don't mean to bring it up all the time, but it's just a habit. I definitely don't want pity.

"Why do you think it was pointless?" Louis asks, meeting my eyes and urging me to continue. 

We all pile out the elevator and spread out, going to the car. "Nothing," I sigh.

"No, tell me," he urges. 

I smile at the memory. "Well, it was going to be Audrey, me, and a few other friends. But then some bailed on us. We were so pissed we decided we'd take the money for the limo and use it for a super nice vacation somewhere and exclude the people who bailed on us."

"Where'd you go?" This time Eleanor asks.

I laugh and shake my head. "Nowhere. We ended up saving nothing, spending money on food instead. We did not think about how expensive vacations are." 

"That's cute. How was your prom? I've never been," Eleanor has a sad smile.

"Never? Oh jeez, I'll tell you all about mine on the plane. It was a wild ride dude." It really was. That night, someone successfully spiked the punch and the chaperones didn't realize until they were tipsy. Let's just say it's interesting to see what kind of drunk your principal is. 

"Can't wait to hear it," she gives me a genuine smile and I truly believe it. 

A/N: The story's almost over... I'm so sad!!! 

Super long chapter! How are you guys? First week of college was so weird, I feel like I'm still on vacation.