"Cutie"

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I was pretty smug when I hopped into the front seat of my mums wine colored Volvo, and my mum noticed. 

"What are you smirking about? Does it have something to do with that cute boy you were chatting with?"

"Maybe. It's none of your business."

"I told you you wouldn't regret going to this supports group." Whatever mum. I actually do regret it, because if i had never come to this group i would have never met Damien, therefor never questioning wanting to go out with Harry.

"Whatever mum. I have plans tonight. Someone is picking me up at 5."

"Is it that boy?"

"No mum, its this boy named Harry. I met him in support group too." Shit, that lie came out way too easily. But it worked, so i just went with it.

"Oh! That's awesome! It's nice that you are actually going to get out of the house!"

We pulled into our driveway and i immediatly made my way to my room to figure out what to wear.

I thought about wearing a dress, but then i thought, what if he takes me to do something active? I wouldn't be much fun if i couldn't move freely. I was stuck between a pair of light washed jeans with a dark chambray shirt or a pair of galaxy leggings with a black long sleeved blouse. I put in my tapers, which my mum did not approve of but i had nontheless, a gold bracelt, and turqoiuse crystal necklace.

I was doing my makeup when i remembered Harry talking about how he liked the colour of my eyes, so i played up my eyes with a lot of mascara and golden eyeliner. I ended with a pinkish lip stick, loaded everything i might need into my purse and waited for Harry to pick me up. I didn't have to wait that long because before i knew it, my mum called for me because a "cutie" was here asking for me. Oh my god mum you are going to scare him off. Please just piss off. 

 I tried to stroll down the stairs all gracefully because thats what i always saw in the movies, but i bet i ended up looking like a weirdo. I was looking down at my feet the whole way down because i was so afraid of falling down the stairs, and when i looked up, I saw harry looking at my with gleaming eyes.

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