Katrina's pov
It was 4 in the afternoon and I was still in my pjs. I was in my room, burning laptop on my stomach and throwing popcorn in the air, hoping it would land in my mouth but missing 99% of the time. This was my natural habitat and I was super comfortable. I was about to click on the next episode of Breaking Bad when the doorbell rang. Knowing my aunt would take care of it, I thought nothing of it. Who ever it was, I didn't want to move so they had to miss out on all of this.
"Honey, Harry is here!"
Fuck.
"WHAT? IM NOT EVEN DRESSED. STALL HIM UNTIL IM PRETTY!" I shot up so fast all the popcorn flew in different directions. I pushed my laptop aside and grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on. Leave it to Harry to show up at my house uninvited and I bet he had some romantic, sweet purpose. I slipped on a band T-shirt and slipped in my Toms. I looked in the mirror and realized I had a beehive for hair.
"Ughhhhh." I groaned grabbing my brush. I untangled my hair and put it up in a pony tail. I was not going to deal with my hair today. I grabbed my fruity body spray and sprayed it all over, hopefully I didn't smell like popcorn and laziness. Grabbing my purse, I ran out the door. I went down the stairs two at a time, which was not smart because I tripped on the last step making me stumble. My aunt and Harry both stretched out their arms ready to catch me as I regained my balance. I stood up straight and smiled at them.
"Hey guys." I waved awkwardly.
"Hey..." They replied at the same time. An awkward silence fell between us and I decided it would be best to just leave.
"Ok let's go?" I turn to Harry, hoping we could move on from this awkward moment.
"Sure." He held open the door for me. I awkwardly shuffled out of the house, mumbling a good bye to my aunt.
"That was quite an entrance." Harry said, holding in a laugh.
"You do not just come to a girl's house uninvited because 99% of the time we're in pjs and our hair is up in a bun. You need to give us a warning." I huffed.
"Well you look beautiful now."
"Shut up Styles." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Hey, I'm trying to be nice." He chuckled.
"Just tell me why you have me a heart attack and made me break the Guinness World record for fastest clothes changed."
"Well the guys and I were hungry so we wanted to go out and eat and I wanted you come. Then, maybe we could hang out afterwards and have date number two."
There was the romantic, sweet purpose.
"Sounds good." I nodded.
"And you are really clumsy." He giggled.
"Hey, leave me alone. No need to bring it up."
He led me to a cafe near by and when he opened the door, I could here the laughs from whatever conversation the boys were having loudly.
"Why are they always so loud?' I whispred to Harry.
"I have no idea." He shook his head. I tried to hold back my smile, but I couldn't. Harry put his hand at the small of my back and I jumped a little, not expecting his touch.
"Hey guys." Harry said as we walked up to their table. They all greeted us as we took our seats.
"You guys took longer than I thought." Louis said, stealing some of my fries.
Harry and I looked at each other holding in our laughs, but failing. I had to lean against him to keep my self up.
"What? Do you already have inside jokes or whatever?" Louis asked.
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Don't Let Me Go // h.s.
Fanfiction"It is the city of love after all." Being with Harry Styles was a beautiful and terrifying thing for a girl who had her life all planned out and organized without him.
