“Baby, could you please hold my bag for me? Thanks!” You say before practically throwing your Coach purse in my hands, kissing my cheek and running off into the party with your friends.

We’ve only been dating for a few short months and I still can’t believe it. To think that you, our schools golden girl, would want to be with me, the campus geek, is still unfathomable to me. The time we’ve spent together has been incredible. I’ve gone out with you and your friends a few times and surprisingly they’ve been really nice. You sleep over at my dorm every now and then but most of the time we’re at yours. I tutor you in whatever classes you need help in and you send me pictures of outfits you’re debating on for the day.

It’s only been about an hour into the party and I finally locate you at the top of the stairs with your friends. You have that look in your eyes that says you’re sober enough but right on the edge of being far gone. Your eyes meet my green ones as I push my glasses up, face lighting up as you lunge towards me, arms going around my neck as my hands find your waist to steady you.

“Harry!” You giggle “I missed you” I hear you say before hiding your face in my neck and sighing.