Baby I'm A Sinner novel Chapter 40

"You're in love with Harry?" I asked to double check if I'd heard correctly.

"Yeah. I mean-I don't know. It's so confusing. He's so confusing."

"But this is the first time you ever did something with him-"

"No it isn't. He called me to his house two weeks ago and we hooked up after we got high. And I know that he has something going on with Lucas, I'm not that stupid."

"But I don't understand how...and why? You never really showed any interest in him."

"It just kind of happened, I don't know."

I bit my lip.

"So are you going to tell him?"

"What? Are you crazy? Of course not!" he exclaimed. "Just don't tell anyone, I'm freaking out as it is."

"Okay. I won't tell anyone I promise."

"Thanks babe." He said and pulled me into a hug, kissing my temple.

***

We were back in Manchester the next day at noon, and neither Noah nor I mentioned what happened between us that night after we went sleighing. And it was better that way to be honest.

One week later everyone began making preparations for the winter formal, which I didn't really want to take part in, but I had to because Luke bought us tickets and my mother forced me out of the house to go and find a proper dress.

"How about this one?" she asked, handing me a blue dress with a generous cleavage.

"Um? Isn't it a bit revealing?"

"That's the point!" she exclaimed.

"Why can't you be like the other mums."

She rolled her eyes and looked at the size, before shaking her head.

"You need a size ten, not an eight."

"Actually, I need eight."

"Since when?" she asked, looking me up and down. "Have you lost weight?"

"Maybe." I mumbled and she handed me two other dresses that were really expensive.

I knew she was excited that I finally had someone to go to a dance with, and that's why she spent over one hundred quid on a black lacy dress and a pair of black pumps.

"Mum you're crazy." I told her when she announced that she made an appointment for me at the hairdresser's. "It's like this is your winter formal, not mine."

"I'm just happy that you finally have a date to one of these things! And then we can make photos and he can give you your corsage-"

"Mum. We're not in American movies, chill." I told her a few days later, ten minutes before Luke was supposed to get there.

She looked at me through the mirror, smiling as she took in the way I looked. It was the first time ever that she did that, actually complimenting my looks. It should be in the record books.

The doorbell rang a few minutes later and she screamed before rushing down the stairs to get the door.

"Luke is here!" she announced and I rolled my eyes, checking myself out for the last time in the mirror. Then I grabbed my clutch and walked out of my room as quickly as I could on my five-inch heels.

"Seriously? You got high before the dance?" Lucas asked Harry, who shrugged, not even turning his head to look at him. I frowned but decided to ask him about that later, when we weren't surrounded by everyone.

'You okay?' I mouthed at Lucas, and he nodded, sadly smiling. There was something going on.

"Oh my God." I said when Emma finally stepped into the limo with a tight green dress and a smug smile on her face. "You look great!"

"You too bitch." She winked and sat down next to me, kissing me on the cheek.

"Anyone else we have to pick up or are we good to go to the hotel?" Liam asked and Luke told him that we were on our way to the hotel, because we were late already.

It turned out that the hotel wasn't that far after all, and after we flashed our tickets to the two guys that stood at the entrance, we were already in.

The boys went with their tickets to get the rooms (each ticket had a room written on the back), while we waited in the lobby in front of a huge mirror.

"You look so good in a dress! I haven't seen you like this since...ever!" Emma told me and I turned to look at her.

"Yeah my mum went all out with the shopping I think she wants to be eighteen again."

"But you're not even eighteen."

I rolled my eyes and turned my head to look at Noah who was approaching us with a smirk on his face. Even though I hated to admit it, he looked really good in a tuxedo, with his hair pulled up in a quiff.

"When will you stop with the age jokes? I can joke about you being a grandpa too you know."

"I'd like to see you try." He laughed.

"Can you even see or heard when you're this old?" I asked and he raised his eyebrows.