Harry leaves shortly after him and Mr. Vance bicker about a football game. I apologize to him for having a visitor but he brushes it off, telling me that Harry is like family and he is welcome to come by anytime. Visions of Harry making love to me on the desk take over my imagination and Mr. Vance has to repeat what he said three times before I come back to reality.
I go back to reading the manuscript, I am so into it that I don't realize it is after five when I check the time again. I am an hour late to leave and I have missed calla from Harry. When I get to my car I call him back but he doesn't answer. When I got to my room, I am surprised to see Steph on her bed. I almost forgot she lives here too, she is never here.
"Long time no see." I joke and sit down my purse before pulling off my heels.
"Yea..." She says and sniffles.
"Are you okay? What happened?" I sit on her bed with her.
"I think Tristan and I broke up." She sobs. It is a strange sight to see Steph crying, she is usually so strong and sassy.
"Why? What do you mean you think?" I ask and put my hand on her back to comfort her.
"Well, we got in a fight and I broke up with him I didn't mean it. I don't know why I did it, I was just pissed because he was sitting with her and I know how she is."
"Who?" I ask, even though I somehow know who she is talking about.
"Molly. You should have seen how she was flirting with him and hanging on his every word."
"But she knows you two are together, isn't she your friend?"
"She doesn't care about that, she will do anything to get make attention." She says and wipes her eyes. My already string dislike of Molly has grown even more as I watch Steph cry.
"I don't think Tristan would go for her, I see the way he looks at you. He really cares about you. I think you should call him and apologize." I suggest.
"What if he is with her?"
"He's not." I assure her. I really don't see Tristan running off with the pink haired snake.
"How do you know? Sometimes you think you know people but you don't." She says and looks into my eyes. "H..." She is cut off by the door opening.
"Hey..." Harry says as he takes in the scene in front of him. "Uhmm...should I come back?" He shifts uncomfortably. Harry isn't the type to comfort a crying girl. Friend or not.
"No, I am going to go find Tristan and try to apologize." She stands. "Thank you Tessa" She hugs me and looks at Harry. They exchange awkward glances before she exits the room.
"Are you hungry?" He asks after kissing me hello.
"Yea actually I am." I tell him. I should do some homework for the classes I still have but I am ahead anyway. I really have no idea how or when Harry actually works.
"I was thinking after we get something to eat, you could call Liam or Karen as see what I should wear to the...you know. the wedding." The mention of Liam's name tugs at my heart. I haven't talked to him in a few days and I miss him. I want to tell him about my internship and maybe even about Harry and I. I haven't decided that yet, but I still want to talk to him.
"Yea, I will call Liam. I am excited for the wedding." I tell him. I need to get something to wear to the wedding as well.
"Yea, me too. I am so thrilled. Could I be more excited?" He rolls his eyes and I laugh.
"Well, I am glad you are going. It means a lot to your father and Karen." I praise and he shakes his head.
He has came a long way in the few short months that I have know him.
"Yea...yea. Let's go eat." He grumbles and grabs my jacket off the chair.
"Let me change first, geez." I groan. I feel his eyes on me as I undress and grab jeans and WSU sweatshirt out of my dresser and put them on quickly.
"You look adorable, sexy office woman by day and cute college girl by night." He tease. My stomach flutters at his words and I lean up on my toes to kiss his cheek.
We decide to go to the mall and eat before we shop for what to wear. I call Liam as we sit down and he tells me that he will ask his mother what Harry should wear and call me back.
"We can find your outfit first I guess." He suggests.
"I don't know what to wear either" I laugh.
"Well you have luxury of looking beautiful regardless of what you wear." He says.
"That's not true, you definitely pull off that 'I don't give a crap how l look but I look flawless' look."
"I do, don't I?" He gives me a cocky smirk and I roll my eyes.
"It's Liam." I tell him and answer my ringing phone.
"Hey, so she said it would be best if you wear white, and at least try to get Harry in dress pants and a tie. I don't think they are expecting much from Harry." He laughs.
"Okay, well I will do my best to get him in a tie."
"Good luck. How is your internship going?"
"It's good, well actually great. It's a dream come true, I can't believe it. I have my own office and I basically get paid to read all day. It's perfect. How are classes? I miss literature.
Harry's face turn into a frown and I follow his eyes to the middle of the food court. Zayn, Louis and a guy that I have never met before are walking toward us. Zayn gives me a friendly wave and I smile before thinking about it. Harry glares at me and stands up from the table.
"I'll be right back." He says and walks away from me. I try to continue my conversation with Liam and watch Harry at the same time.
"Yea, literature isn't the same without you but I am so happy for you. At least Harry hasn't been in class so I don't have to deal with him." Liam says.
"What do you mean he hasn't been in class? Well besides today? He was there yesterday. Right?"
"No. I figured he dropped again since you left and he obviously can't be more than ten feet away from you at all times." He teases and my heart warms.
I look over at Harry who has his back to me and his shoulder seem stiff from here. The guy who I don't recognize has a slick smile on his face and Zayn is shaking his head. Louis seems uninterested in them and focuses on checking out a group of girls walking by. Harry takes a step towards the guy and I can't tell if they are messing around or not.
"I'm sorry Liam but I will call you back." I say and hang up. I leave Harry and I's tray on the table and hope no one messes with the remainder of our food.
"Hey Tessa, how are you?" Zayn asks and moves forward to hug me. I fell myself flush and politely hug him back. I know better than to look up at Harry when our embrace ends. Zayn's hair is sticking straight up in the front I a very hot, messy way. He is wearing all black and his leather jacket has patches all over the front and back.
"Harry aren't you going to introduce her?" The stranger says. He smiles and it gives me chills, I can tell he is not a nice guy.