Meet Me In the Hallway- Three.
Catch up here.
A few weeks had passed since the party and I had ultimately sworn off heavy drinking for a while, only opting for a bit of wine or a single pint of beer, not daring to push it any further than that. Making a fool of myself in front of my friends was not something that was in my plans and I didn’t want to go back to that dark point in my life where I felt like the only thing that I could do to numb the pain and heartache was to drown my sorrows with alcohol. It was the lowest point in my life, and I would not let myself return to it.
Classes were in full swing and so were my Alpha Xi duties, taking up most of my time. If I wasn’t in class, I was working a booth for our philanthropy, with my study group, or raising money for our glow run we had coming up soon. It was always one thing or another and I was glad for the constant hustle and bustle that my days brought, things were finally starting to feel completely normal again.
It had also been a while since I had seen Harry outside of class, both of us completely busy with our schedules which left little time to hang out. After our little lunch outing, I had given him my number knowing that we would inevitably be hanging out again soon if not from personal desire, from having mutual friends. We texted on and off everyday; he’d send me corny jokes and I’d act like they were dumb when in reality I would be trying to stifle a few giggles in class. It was constant banter and I found myself enjoying our conversations more and more. There was never a boring moment with him.
After a grueling two hours of organic chemistry, I started my trek back to the house. I opted to walk to class today, it was just so beautiful outside. The mid September days bringing the slightest taste of fall to the beautiful antique and timeless campus, the air becoming cooler as the days passed, much to my appreciation. Fall had always been my favorite time of year; the leaves changing color, the crisp air, football season, the impending holidays. Everything about it just made me feel warm inside.
“Hales, you here?” I called, walking into the house, hanging my keys up on the hook. “Haley?”
No sound came from the back of the house. I shrugged, walking into the kitchen to grab a snack. Browsing through the cupboards and fridge, I realized just how much we needed to go grocery shopping, making sure to make a note of what we needed and placing it under a magnet on the fridge. Settling for a somewhat over ripened banana, I trudge into the living room, scrolling through my phone, noticing another text from Harry.
Harry: why do fish live in salt water?
I giggled, knowing that the impending answer to this question would probably make me laugh more than it should. But let’s be honest, I was a sucker for a good dad joke.
I don’t know, why?
Because if they lived in pepper water, they would sneeze!
You can do better than that, Styles. I’m disappointed.
Ok miss sass, I’d like to see you come up with a better one
What’s the difference between a hippo and a zippo?
One is really heavy and the other is a little lighter.
And you said mine was bad?! yours was rubbish!
I was in a fit of giggles as we continued to compete in who had the best dad jokes. Never would I have thought that I would be enjoying a conversation like this so much, but it was like Harry knew what would make me laugh without even trying. The more I talked to him, the more I found myself wanting to see him again.