"I don't understand why you won't let me in," Harry whines from the other side of the door. "Come on, Jayde. I want to see you in your dress, I can't wait any more."

I've been locked in the bedroom, getting ready for prom for a while now in front of the vanity mirror. Apparently Harry has been ready and waiting for me to leave this room for the last half an hour, as he's been whining outside the door since then, annoying the hell out of me in the process.

"I told you, you don't get to see me until I'm ready," I say. "What about that sentence do you not understand?"

"I understand the whole sentence just fine," he replies. "I just don't want to believe you'd make me suffer this long. You'll eventually get tired of me being annoying and you'll open the door for me."

"Nope."

"Come on!"

"Seriously, Harry," I sigh. "I'm almost done. Just go downstairs and have a snack or something. I'll be down in a few minutes."

"You're impossible," he whines again. "You're going to make us late."

"Would you stop annoying the poor girl," I hear Anne say from down the hall. "She'll come out when she's ready and it's only five o'clock, I hardly think you're going to be late, don't be silly."

"Thank you," I call.

"Fine," Harry grumbles. I can almost see the distinct loss on his face through the door and I smile to myself in the mirror. "Hurry up though, would you?"

I decide not to reply as I finish up with the last of my make up. And as I look at myself, my heart starts to pound, letting out a long breath. Prom shouldn't be a cause for being this anxious. I need to lighten up. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths before opening them again, forcing a smile on my face.

What people think or say doesn't matter, I remind myself. Harry and Kate will be next to me the entire time. Everything will be fine.

My phone vibrates from the nightstand taking me away from my thoughts. I shake my head in annoyance, thinking Harry's found a new way to tell me to hurry up, but to my surprise it isn't him.

Boy_Undiscovered:
Have fun at prom tonight, I'm sure you're going to look incredible.

Girl_Disconnected:
How did you know I was going to prom tonight?

Boy_Undiscovered:
Because I'm pretty sure every high school in Washington has prom tonight. lol

Girl_Disconnected:
Oh. Are you going to yours?

Boy_Undiscovered:
Yep. I'm all dressed up in a suit and even washed my hair. You'd be impressed. I look pretty snazzy!

Girl_Disconnected:
Snazzy? lol

Boy_Undiscovered:
Yes, snazzy! Don't make fun of my choice of words!

Girl_Disconnected:
I'd never! Your choice of words are always my favorite! Which I haven't got to read in a while. What's up with that?

Boy_Undiscovered:
Been busy with studying for exams. Nothing to write, either.

Girl_Disconnected:
Well, have fun at prom tonight. I'm sure you look as snazzy as you say you do...lol And thanks, I will try to have some fun!

Boy_Undiscovered:
Can't not have fun when you're dressed up lookin' snazzy!

I smile to myself, putting my phone in my purse and finally make my way out the door and down the hallway. I suddenly feel much better now that I got to talk to Boy_Undiscovered. Our small conversation coming right at the perfect time.

Harry is sitting at the bottom of the stairs, his mom leaning against the front door. She looks up at me when I appear, her mouth dropping open and a small gasp leaves her lips, making Harry stand and turn to look at me.

A smile appears on his lips, bright and full, bearing his teeth. And in this moment, I have never felt more beautiful with the way he looks at me. I feel slightly embarrassed and yet confident at the same time and I can't help but smile down at him as I descend the stairs.

He looks as handsome as ever, even better than he did in the store. His hair is a little shorter than it was this morning, curly and cute and perfect. "You look amazing," he tells me, when I meet him at the bottom. "Totally worth the wait. I get it now." I laugh as he brings me in for a small embrace, his lips meeting my forehead.

"You look pretty handsome yourself," I smile. "The pink was a good choice."

Anne demands pictures of us together in the living room, to which we oblige without argument. Harry even steals a few selfies of us, making me kiss him in a few of them. Sometimes he is so surprising, I don't know why I never wanted to get to know him better than I do. Because I'm finding that every time I find out something new about him, I love him even more than before.

"Before we go, I have something for you," Harry says, taking my hand and pulling me into the dining room. He hands me a small box that was perched on the table next to a clear container with a pink corsage. The smile on his face is questioning as he looks me in the eyes.

"What's this?" I ask, looking down at the small black box with a pink ribbon. I want to be excited, but I wasn't expecting a gift. After all, it's just prom and I don't usually get presents for anything and this makes me nervous.

"Just open it," he says.

I do as he says, pulling the ribbon undone and opening the box with caution. Inside is a necklace, instantly making me want to cry. And yet, all I can do is smile as I look at it. Stars sit at the end of the thin chain made of white gold and diamonds. It's beautiful and perfect and shiny and new and the only thing I care about, is the fact that it's from Harry and his knowledge of my love of the stars.

"Do you like it?" he asks, slowly.

"You really shouldn't have bought me this," I say, looking up at him. "This is so nice, Harry. I love it. I didn't get you anything, though. I didn't know that gifts were a part of the prom experience."

He smiles a wide smile, taking the box from me and carefully taking the necklace out. "They aren't," he tells me. "But I wanted you to have something for tonight." He tells me to turn around and I lift my hair for him to clasp the necklace around my neck, before turning back around to look at him.

"This is amazing, Harry. Really," I gush.

He moves closer to me, placing the stars upon his fingers as he looks down at it. "I know the stars hold so much meaning to you," he says, quietly. "And so now, wherever you go, it's just you, me and the stars."

My arms wrap tightly around his neck instantly. The tears that had wanted to appear have suddenly sprung from my eyes. This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me and I can't imagine anything ever topping this moment. "Thank you so much."

*

The ride to the hotel where prom is being held is just across town. It gives me time to prepare myself for showing up with Harry, not knowing what to expect.

"Are you nervous?" I ask, halfway there.

"No, why?" he answers. "Are you?"

"No," I lie. "Yes. I don't know. The girls were at the salon today, talking about you coming tonight and —."

"Screw them," he says, interrupting me as he rolls his eyes. "Honestly, I don't care about them. I'm going to go and have a good time with you and that's what's going to happen."

"It's just so public for us to be together there." I wince at voicing my concern out loud to him.

"It's one night, Jayde," he says. "They can think or say whatever they want. Only me and you know what the truth is and that's really all that matters. So stop stressing and overthinking and giving yourself anxiety over this." He pulls into the parking lot and parks the car and doesn't hesitate to lean over and take my hand into his. "Just take a breath. Tonight, it's just you and me."

"And Kate."

"And Kate," he laughs. "We're going to have fun, and I promise it'll be a night you won't forget anytime soon." I lean over and press my lips to his, thankful that he is as understanding as he is. I have no reason to freak out, because everything will be fine. "We're going to have a great time."

Upon entering the lobby of the hotel, we follow the signs to the room our prom is being held in. I want to grab hold of his hand to make me feel better but I know that I can't. Tonight is not the time to pretend I'm in an actual relationship with him. In fact, it's more important that we pretend we're just here together for the sake of prom.

It's impossible to notice who's here and who isn't yet. The beauty of the large room, entrancing. The lights are dimmed, setting a romantic mood for dinner. Silver stars hang all around and golden globes sit upon pedestals to form a walkway into the dining area. The tables are all clothed with blue fabric and in the center, a beautiful cluster of star lights. The dance floor has a disco ball hanging in the center, with stars projected onto the floor and twinkle lights are everywhere. I can't help but take it all in, as it all feels magical, like our very own starry universe surrounding us.

"Wow," Harry breathes out. As he places his hand on the small of my back to push me forward through the walkway, I come out of my daze, seeing him smiling at me as we walk into the room. "It's kind of perfect, isn't it?"

"Oh, good, you're here!" Kate interrupts, making us turn to look at her. Her hair is pulled back with a pink and white flower headband and she's wearing a cute off-white dress.  "Wow! You guys look incredible! I love the pink, Harry!" Her eyes widen as she looks between us, as if she suddenly figured out something really important. "You guys went together and matched on purpose! You guys are goals, I swear! —— Except I think everyone is going to notice."

"Meh," Harry grunts, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm over it."

Kate raises her eyebrows at me as if she's surprised to hear him act like he doesn't care. "Well, can I interest you two in getting some pictures done?" she asks, changing the subject quickly. "Please say you will. I worked so hard on making it look nice."

We follow her over to the photo booth on the other side of the room. It's hidden in behind a black curtain with a camera set up on a tripod. The background is black with silver stars and there's a box with some props on the table to the side. Harry instantly goes for the box, looking through the props and places a pink boa around my neck.

Because it's just the three of us behind the curtain, he pulls on the boa, bringing me closer to him, pressing his lips to mine with force. "We should steal this for later." He smirks at me, making me shake my head at him, feeling myself grow hot at the fact he would say something like that to me in front of Kate.

Kate clears her throat when Harry kisses me again, reminding him that she's still present and I move to shuffle through the box trying to hide my embarrassed smile.

"How many pictures are we allowed to take?" Harry asks, looking over at Kate waiting patiently behind the camera.

"As many as you want to," she tell us. "Except Ben is going to come back at some point to take pictures, so let's hurry it up, shall we?"

It surprises me how cute Harry can be sometimes. And while we pose for a few pictures, the flash going off each time, I realize that at some point just recently, everything started to shift and things with him have been different. Not that he looks at me any different than he ever has, but the way he is with me, is. He seems much more in tune with me, always trying to make me smile, kissing me randomly and showing me some kind of affection other than sex. 

And each day, my love for him grows stronger without even realizing it's happening. This boy has done more for me than I think he understands. Always, somehow putting me first. And the way he is smiling at me at this very moment, my heart thuds in my chest and butterflies erupt and I can't help but smile back at him, feeling completely and utterly filled with happiness and love.

I know, in every fiber of my being that it's not all just about sex anymore. He sees me more than just that, and whether he felt that way for sure when he said it out loud weeks ago, it doesn't matter, because it's clear to me that it's real. Everything about us, is real. It's not all just about sex anymore and I can't be happier. He doesn't need to say it out loud, because I can feel it.

It makes me elated and scared shitless at the same time.

"Hey, that's a really cute necklace," Kate says, as we place our props back in the box. "How come I've never seen you wear it before."

"Oh," I smile, reaching up to hold it between my fingers. "Harry gave it to me today."

"I literally can't with you two," she gushes, smacking Harry on the shoulder playfully. "I've been so excited to see you guys together since I found out about you. But God, you guys make me want a boyfriend. This is so unfair!"

"Well, you know that Jayde and I aren't—ya know, together, right?" Harry questions, furrowing his brows at her.

Despite already knowing this information, I gulp, feeling the lump in my throat. And for some odd reason, his statement makes my heart plummet. What he said, is true. I don't know why it hurts so much to hear it out loud. It's not like it changes anything, and yet the pang in my chest makes me feel weak.

"Yeah, I know that," Kate laughs. "Doesn't mean you aren't cute together. For God sakes, you're wearing pink to match her and your pictures are gorgeous and you bought her a necklace and it's friggin' cute, okay? I want a boyfriend now!"

It starts to get louder on the other side of the curtain, meaning more people have arrived in the room. The curtain moves and a couple walks in, followed by Ben, who barely acknowledge our existence as they set up for their pictures.

I take my phone out of my purse to check the time, to see that it's almost six-thirty and the dinner will be starting soon.

"Should we go and find our seat?" I ask.

"Yes, definitely," Kate exclaims. "I've already found our place cards. Luckily for us, we're not sitting with the bitches, but unfortunately, they're not far away."

A sense of relief fills my insides, despite the remembrance of where we are and who I'm with right now. And not having a clue as to how they are going to react to seeing us together, makes my nerves crumble all over again.

We follow Kate out from behind the curtain, walking over to our table on the other side of the room. I stare at the floor all the way across, not wanting to see if anyone has noticed us. But the second my eyes look up as we get to our destination, they meet those of everyone I wasn't wanting to see, sitting at the table next to ours. The expressions on their faces a mixture of shock and disbelief, and I'm still unsure as to how this night is going to play out.

A/N: Any idea how things are going to go?

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