so many fucking time jumps, but they're only like a week.... *crying*

seventeen:  halloween let down

And then it's Halloween, nearly a week after I had tried to tell Harry outside of the bar. Since then, I hadn't found a single opportunity. Harry was gone for pretty much the entire day, often not even coming back home. He was busy, I understood, but tonight... 

Tonight I had to do it. 

Harry had promised he'd be here, but the party had started nearly two hours ago and there was still no sign of him. I was standing close to the door in hopes of catching him the moment he walked in, Zayn sticking close to my side. 

"Did you really reuse that Dracula outfit?" Zayn asks me, glaring at me even though it doesn't phase me anymore. Zayn was always glaring at me now, mainly due to the fact he felt like I kept making excuses on not telling Harry about the babies. 

"Why Dracula? Why couldn't you pick a more mainstream vampire like Edward Cullen?" Louis bitches as we stand around Liam's party, having had enough with his little spin the bottle game which wasn't in my favor. I had watched Harry kiss several different people who weren't me and truth be told, I was jealous. 

"Because Edward Cullen is a little bitch and because I have a way better pick up line to use on Robin over there. If you'll excuse me." I say to Louis, handing him my drink and heading in the direction I had just seen Harry walk in. 

"I'll have you know that there's no crime of reusing costumes. Liam's dressed up as Batman for the second year in a row, I don't see you bitching him out." I point out, grinning a little victoriously when Zayn finally shuts up. The smile is short lived though as I pull out my phone for what already felt like the millionth time that evening... There was still nothing from Harry and I was starting to believe he'd flaked out on me. 

"You gonna tell him tonight?" Zayn asks, clearly catching on to why I kept checking phone. 

"That's the plan, just waiting for him to show up." I say, letting out a sigh as I put my phone back into the makeshift pockets of my cape. 

"Hey there, Prince. Nice costume you've got on there, but I feel like dressing up as Robin is a bit pointless when you don't have a Batman."  I say, causing Harry to practically jump three feet in the air as he clearly hadn't expected me to show up. I try not to laugh at the expression on his face, but it was a lot easier said than done. 

"I uh... Liam's Batman." Harry manages to get out and all I could think was how badly I wanted to be his Batman... but Zayn had been right, Harry was just another one of those city boys looking for a quick little fling and nothing more. 

"I stand corrected then." I say, trying my best to smile but I knew it wasn't a genuine one. 

"Yeah... You're uh... You look nice, Count Dracula right?"  Harry asks, earning a small nod from me. 

"Yeah, figured I should go for something that wasn't all that main stream. I also have a killer catchphrase, so there's that."  I say like it's the most simple explanation. It wasn't a catchphrase, it was a pick up line that I had worked on for nearly an hour and a half in front of my mirror before coming to this party. 

"What's the catchphrase?" Harry asks, genuinely curious and I couldn't help but grin now. I clear my throat as I prepare myself for the best pick up line of all time. 

"I want to suck your dick!" I say in my best Count Dracula voice, grinning proudly as Harry just about chokes. 

"Th-That's a good one." He finally manages to say after a few minutes of coughing and my smile fades even though I knew it was a long shot that he'd take me up on the offer. 

"I thought so, didn't work on the hottest guy here though. Total bummer." I say and maybe it's a little bitter... but it was probably for the best because Harry was just another one of those city boys... he'd be long gone by morning. 

"I don't think he's coming, Ni. It's almost midnight..." Zayn says, looking at me sympathetically as I continue to wait for Harry to walk through that door. I was trying my best not to feel disappointed, wanting to hold onto the hope that Harry was actually going to show up. 

"He said he would and he would've called if he wasn't going to be able to make it... He's probably just got stuck in traffic or he's already here and we just missed him..." I say, making up reasons as to why Harry wasn't here... but I didn't even believe them. 

"He's not coming, Ni." 

"Just give him a few more minutes..." I whisper, biting on my lip as I grab out my phone again. 

To: My Prince Charming Sent: 11:33 PM 

where are you? 

"He promised he'd be here..." I say after I send the message, staring at my phone as I wait impatiently for the reply. It comes in about four minutes later, the hopeful expression on my face falling as I read it. 

From: My Prince Charming Received: 11:37 PM 

got stuck at the studio. can't make it tonight. promise to make it up to you with dinner tomorrow. sorry princess xx

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ah fuck, there's a double update for ya.

shall we go for a triple ;) (god, i don't have a life.... all i fucking do is work, watch netflix and write fanfiction... i'm twenty for godsake....(i totally don't have the next chapter already done.... that's... that's just... okay, i do...)

merp. 

qotc: shit, idk. i don't have one, so just comment which character you hate the most or something. idk

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