1 Month later

Two months. Two freaking months. That is all I have left before school gets out for the summer. That is all the time left before I have to say goodbye to not only the school for a few months, but Jen and most likely Harry too.

This past month my mind may have been filled with doubt about whatever me and Harry were, but I couldn't stop my chest from deflating and my heart from aching at the thought of not seeing Harry over summer vacation. Once you get to know him, he kinda grows on you. The way his dimples pop out when he smiles a genuine smile, or the way he sounds when he laughs unexpectedly is branded into my mind. Every time I think back on any moment me and Harry have shared, it makes my heart race and my face grow red.

He may not be the most romantic person, but the time I have spent with him has been the best times of my life. He has helped me crawl out of my comfort zone. He has made me do things I never expected myself to do, like dancing in the rain or going out in public without my jacket on. He just, he makes me feel more comfortable with myself than anyone ever has, and I don't think he knows that he is doing it. He is so blind to the fact that I, a once ugly caterpillar, was starting to come out of my cocoon and turn into a beautiful, vibrant butterfly that is just now getting ready to spread it's wings and fly.

"Are you going to help me with my math work, or just continue to stare out into space?" A voice asked, dragging me out of my thoughts and making me jump slightly. My hand tightened around the pencil I was holding and I felt as the wood bent beneath my fingers, getting ready to snap.

I loosened my grip on my pencil, miraculously, and looked up at Harry, then at the two other people sitting next to him. Ben and Lauren were sitting side by side, them being two of the other students I tutor, and Harry was eyeing Ben, who had been the one that asked me the question.

"I'm sorry," I apologized quietly, ignoring the way Harry's head snapped in my direction. "What question are you stuck on?" I asked him, squirming slightly under Harry's intense gaze. I leaned forward and folded my one arm underneath me to help prop myself up. Using my other arm, I grabbed my pencil and let my hand hover over Ben's math homework that was already halfway finished.

"13, 14 and 15." He said, his freckled finger, with dirt underneath his fingernails, pointing at each of the questions. I nodded my head and blew out a slow, deep breath before I reached over and tore a page out of Harry's notebook to use as a scratch piece of paper. I chanced a glance up at him, not caring that he was upset with me for apologizing to Ben, and smiled softly before I turned my gaze back on the math work.

"Alright, all you're doing is solving the equations." I mumbled as I began to write each question down on the piece of paper. "5x+20=-14." I read aloud, instantly doing the math in my head. I got the answer within a few seconds, and when I did, I wrote it down on the palm of my hand so I would remember to check if he got the same answer as me, because apparently I was too lazy to redo the problem in my head again.

"You wanna subtract 20 from each side then..." I began to explain, the pencil gliding over the paper as I did what I was explaining. When I finished doing that, I passed the paper over to Ben to show him what I was doing, and how to do it. He nodded and furrowed his thick, red eyebrows.

Slowly, he lifted up the pencil and began to finish the question, without my help. I watched carefully as he worked, though I was all too aware of Harry's gaze on the side of my face. "-6.8, that's correct!" I exclaimed, showing Ben the palm of my hand that had black, smudged ink on it, though you could still make out the six and eight.

I smiled brightly at him and was tempted to clap my hands, because he had actually been able to do a math problem without much help, but I refrained from doing so. Instead, I leaned back in my chair and smiled at Ben, then Lauren, then my eyes moved over to Harry. My small, proud smile slowly disappeared and was replaced with a shy, yet bright smile.

Harry's plump lips fell into a frown before they slowly, ever so slowly, upturned into a small smile. Then, finally, his dimples were popping out and his perfectly white teeth were being shown. I felt my heart flutter in my chest and my stomach tighten softly, though it felt different than anything I have ever felt. It was a good feeling, though.

"Do you need any help?" I asked him, and i'm not entirely sure I was referring to his homework. I didn't know exactly what I was referring to, actually, but Harry must have known because he grinned wickedly and raised his right eyebrow.

"I may have a problem you can help me with." He said, a spark of mischievousness running through his green eyes. I blushed deeply, still slightly lost, and leaned forward a little, my fingers dancing over the cool tabletop as I twirled my hand above it.

"Oh yeah, what might that be?" I bit the corner of my lip and looked at my hand before I glanced back up at Harry, something deep in my stomach stirring before it completely came to life. It was a warm feeling that sent tingles throughout my stomach and through my body, ceasing in my fingertips and toes.

Harry's lips parted only a little and he took a sharp breath in, though it was inaudible to anyone but the two of us. Somehow, in the past minute or so, we have moved closer and closer to each other, making it so now me and Harry were only a few inches apart. My one arm was lying flat on the table top and was brushing lightly against the tips of Harry's fingers that were splayed flat on the table, and my other arm was folded underneath my body that was halfway on the table.

Our breath mingled together, strawberry scented breath mixing perfectly with mint breath that had a hint of coffee in it. Our noses were just mere inches away from touching and one of Harry's loose curls was tickling the side of my cheek, but I refrained from moving. I was entrapped in this moment, so much so that I completely forgot about the three other people that were in the room with us.

"I'll show you if you'd like." His breath ghosted across my face and I automatically inhaled deeply, savoring the way the mint tickled my nose. I flickered my eyes from his eyes, down to his lips, then back up to his eyes. I wanted to lean forward and press my lips against his, to get that same electrifying jolt I got whenever he moved his skillful lips against mine.

I leaned forward a fraction of an inch and licked my bottom lip, my eyes slowly closing as my instincts took over. Want filled my body and just before my lips touched Harry's, someone beside us cleared their throat. I don't think I have ever moved as fast as I did just then. Both Harry and I sprung back, my chair almost tipping back and Harry's hitting against the table behind him.

I flushed a bright red color and refused to look at Harry, knowing if I did the same want would return and I definitely would not be able to pull back this time. I looked up at Jen, that was standing next to us, and slowly exhaled through my nose. I swiped my tongue across my bottom lip, then clamped my teeth around it tightly, ignoring the trickle of blood that coated my tongue when my teeth popped through my lip.

"Sorry." She said quietly, and I flinched. Just by her tone of voice you could tell this was awkward and that was not at all what I had wanted. I never imagined me being the type of person that flirts with another person in a room full of other people, let alone almost making out with someone.

I stayed staring at her, my mouth opening and closing as I attempted to say something but nothing came out. My brain was spitting out excuses, but my mouth refused to work. It refused to move, to let my tongue curl around the words I so desperately needed to say. I could feel as each word began to build up in my throat, choking me and the feeling only grew worse the harder I tried.

I looked around at the faces that surrounded me, my chest growing tighter when I imagined all of them laughing at me. I wrapped my arms tightly around my waist and bowed my head, not looking any of them in the eyes. I gathered up all my things and was getting ready to stand up and run out of the class, which I have become good at doing, but the second my butt was off the chair, the bell rang.

Jen murmured another apology to me before I left the classroom, but I didn't say anything to her. I walked through the hallways and down the stairs once I reached the front door. I ignored the bus that was pulling into the parking lot only twenty feet from me, and I walked straight for the black impala I have grown used to riding in.

Without checking to see if the doors were locked, because I knew they weren't, I threw the passenger door open and plopped down in my seat, exhaling the breath I have been holding since I walked out of Jen's classroom. Harry's cologne swirled around the car from my movement, and just from inhaling the scent, my heart stopped thumping and the clamp around my chest loosened.

I folded my arms over my chest and stared out the windshield. Kid's raced out the doors, all of them in a hurry to finally be free from this prison. My gaze followed a boy that was in grey sweatpants and a oversized black t-shirt, but based on the chains around his neck, I knew that what he was wearing was what he found cool.

His pants sagged so his red boxers were shown, and from where I was sitting, I could still see the brown streaks in his underwear. I laughed loudly, nobody being able to hear me, and turned to look at the doors right as Harry was walking out. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder and normally I would have stared at him the entire time he walked to the car, but a small body that ran from behind him caught my attention.

I grated my teeth together and raked my eyes over her body. She had on short pink shorts that barely covered her butt cheeks, and a white t-shirt with a hello kitty on it that was rolled up so her belly button was visible. Her once obnoxiously red hair was now pink, reminding me of unicorn vomit, and it was pulled up in a messy bun. Loose pieces of hair stuck out in spots, but they framed her face perfectly and despite my gut wrenching hate for her, I couldn't deny that she was pretty.

I watched as she reached forward to grab Harry's hand, and much to my delight, he ripped his arm away from her and shoved his hand in his pocket. They were still a decent distance away from the car, but somehow, even from far away, Harry managed to lock his eyes with mine and hold my gaze. I felt some of the anger leave my body when I seen his eyes darken from annoyance and his jaw clench.

"Hi Louis!" Nicole said when they reached the car, me only being able to hear her because Harry opened his door. I nodded my head in acknowledgment and watched in utter horror as she too climbed into the car. "Thanks for the ride again, Harry," she said as she set down in the seat behind him. She reached behind her, her shirt sliding up a little and revealing her pale pink bra, and grabbed her seat belt to buckle it up.

"Don't mention it." Harry said under his breath. I ripped my gaze away from her and looked at him, watching as he reached to the side and pressed the button so his seat moved further back than it was, making it so the seat was almost touching Nicole's leg, giving her little to no leg space. "My legs had no room," he said when he caught my curious gaze.

I pursed my lips to keep myself from smiling and nodded, knowing that he actually moved the seat to piss Nicole off. "Let me see your bag," I murmured when I seen Harry shove his new grey back between his legs instead of throwing it in the backseat like he usually does. Without his approval or response, I reached forward and let my hand skim over his thigh, smiling smugly when his body went stiff underneath my touch, and grabbed his bag. I set it down on the floor between my legs, along with mine, and buckled my own seatbelt.

"Put your seatbelt on," I reminded Harry, pinning him with my eyes that shimmered with amusement. He glared at me playfully and started the car, rudely ignoring my comment. I huffed and set back in my seat, pulling at the obnoxious seatbelt that dug into my shoulder and neck, irritating my skin.

"Can we turn on the radio?" Nicole asked as soon as we pulled out of the parking lot. I rolled my eyes and turned to look out the window, trying my best to ignore her presence. "Please?"

"No." Harry and I said in unison, my voice ringing with annoyance and his with an undefined sense of authority. I grinned widely and looked at him, though all I was able to look at was the side of his face. Oddly enough, even the side of his face was beyond attractive and I could honestly stare at him from this point of view all day.

"Please, Harry." Nicole purred, batting her long eyelashes as she twirled a piece of hair between her fingers. I stared at her in complete amazement. How was it that a human being would willingly be slutty just to get something they want?

Ha! Like Harry would touch that. I'd have better luck just taking off my hoodie.

As the thought crossed my mind, I pursed my lips and decided why the hell not? It was hot, after all, and I wouldn't want to get all sweaty. I slipped my head from underneath the strap of the seatbelt and reached down to grab the hem of my hoodie, completely ignoring what Harry had said to her. I tugged it up and over my head, my eyes widening when I felt a gust of cool air wash over my warm tummy, meaning my shirt slide up my stomach as well.

I quickly threw my jacket down on the floor and tugged my shirt down, my cheeks heating when I seen Harry's darkening gaze on me. "You really should be focusing on the road." I mumbled under my breath, trying to turn his attention away from me and my pale tummy.

Harry grunted under his breath and turned to look at the road, but not without doing something that let me know he wasn't forgetting what had just happened. He took one hand off the steering wheel, making my panic grow slightly, and splayed it on my thigh. I didn't swat it away like I normally would have because I not only enjoyed the feeling, but I also knew that this would make Nicole jealous.

He squoze my thigh gently and patted it three times before he finally let it rest limply on my thigh. I bit my lip and blushed, a fire slowly starting to spread up my leg and--- "This is the first time I have ever seen you without your hoodie on!" A voice gasped from behind me before I felt a soft hand brushing my arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, utterly bewildered that she would actually touch someone without their consent. "You don't just touch me without asking that's just... Ugh, no." A shiver of disgust shot down my spine and had me shiver slightly, causing Harry's hand to slide further up my leg. Or, at least I think it was from me shivering.

"Your skin just looked so smoo..." She reached forward again and her fingers brushed against my arm, just above the crook of my elbow.

"STAAAPPPPP!!!!" I shrieked, jerking back completely so my back was almost flat against the door. "I don't like people touching me," A gentle squeeze on my thigh reminded me that my statement was flawed, but I wasn't going to take it back. Not when this fucking creep thinks she can touch me just because my skin looks smooth.

"But, Harry?" She said, well more like asked, and gestured towards his hand on my thigh.

"But Harry what?" I asked, protectively placing my hand over his. My hand was much smaller than his, so it just covered the back of his hand, but it still made me feel like I was somewhat protecting him. Stupid, I know.

"He's touching you." And the award for stating the most obvious goes to Nicole! I rolled my eyes and expected to feel some sort of embarrassment for doing something I would consider intimate and having someone point it out, but all I really felt was irritation.

"Guess i'm lucky." Harry said, both mine and Nicole's eyes snapping over at him. The car slowed down to a stop when we reached a stop sign, and when it did, he looked at Nicole in the rear view mirror and smirked before he looked down at our hands.

I went to retract my hand, but Harry flipped his hand over before I could, and laced our fingers together. He smiled softly at me and I returned it, my thumb subconsciously running along the side of his hand. Harry sighed in content and leaned back in his seat, his hand tightening around mine before he began to drive once again.

"Yeah, soooo... Are you guys going to the party tomorrow night?" Nicole asked, apparently deciding to change to topic. I relaxed back against my own seat and shook my head, which was now resting against the window.

"Of course we are." Harry said, and that had me shooting straight up in my seat.

"I'm not." I corrected him, shaking my head furiously when I looked at Nicole. Harry may be going to a party, (i'll keep my disapproving comments to myself) but there is no way in hell that I am.

"Oh, too bad," Her voice was laced with fake sympathy, and that had my irritation level spike. "Look's like I'll have to be Harry's plus one," Her chest inflated as her arrogance grew, along with my jealousy. I gritted my teeth together, trying to keep myself under control, and inhaled deeply, my fingernails digging into Harry's hand.

I stared Nicole straight in the eye, my gaze never wavering, and said the last thing I ever expected myself to say. "That's Dylan's party, right?" She nodded her head slowly, keeping her gaze locked with mine. "I must have forgotten but I promised Harry I would go with him! I would invite you but third wheeling is kinda sad, even for you, don't you think?" She gasped loudly, her hand flying up to her mouth and her eyes widening with feigned shock.

I was steaming in my seat, and like in all children's movies, I imagine smoke coming out of my ears and nose. "This is my stop," she whispered, and Harry's car began to slow down and it wasn't even at a slow crawl before she unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out of the car. I watched triumphantly as she ran across the street and towards a two story house that was actually really nice.

I exhaled loudly and slammed my head against the window when she was out of sight. "I'm a prick," I whispered, unlacing my hand from Harry's so I could cover my face with my hands. I was just a dick to someone all because I was jealous that some guy I have kissed a couple, well more than a couple of times, might actually want to go to a party with her.

"No you're not. I thought you handled that situation quite well," Harry said, and I tried to listen to see if he was joking but he actually sounded sincere.

I peeked at him from behind my fingers and bit my bottom lip when I seen he was staring at me. "I wasn't too rude?" My voice was quiet and timid, reminding me of the Louis I was not too many months ago. I couldn't help but cringe when I thought about how I used to act, to how I act now. Back then I was afraid to even say anything to someone because I was afraid I would hurt their feelings, but the new me just got done having a bitch-off with a girl and I only felt a small ounce of remorse for it.

Harry shook his head and patted my thigh, then returned his hand back to the steering wheel. "Nah, you said what she needed to hear. Besides," he paused and smirked at me, his eyebrows raising slightly. "It got me a pretty hot date to a party," he winked at me and laughed at my attempt of gasping, though it wasn't really a gasp because the air got caught in my throat as I half gasped and half choked.

"That's what you think, Styles. You're going stag," I said, trying to keep a straight face to show him I was serious, even though Harry knew that I was joking.

I'm not going to lie. There was some truth behind my words, but when I seen how excited he just looked, I couldn't be the one who put him in a bad mood, so I opted to keep my mouth shut and go to a party I would regret going to as soon as I stepped through the door.

I folded my legs up on the dashboard and slid down in my seat, making it so I was half laying down and half sitting up. "You'll stay with me at the party, right?" I tried to keep the worry out of my voice as best as I could, but it wavered slightly.

I laid my head back on my seat and closed my eyes, taking deep, even breaths and focusing on the soft purr of the engine. "I won't leave you for a second." Harry reassured me, and despite the anxiety I knew that would be clawing it's way at my chest tomorrow night, I actually felt a little excited. This was my first party ever, and I was going to be attending it with someone I could actually trust. Well, someone I was hoping I could trust.