You're the Apple to my Pie {|Harry Styles Love Story|}

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

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*Heather's POV*

Harry Styles. There is just something about that boy that I can't quite understand. He's good looking, funny, persistent, and quite the charmer. Why the hell am I falling for him? It wasn't really meant to be this way. I didn't want anything to do with him yesterday, yet now he's all I am thinking about.

"Did you buy everything you need for the Spring Formal?" Harry asks me when he realizes I'm staring off into space thinking about something.

"Yes," I reply and he smiles.

"Maybe we could go shopping?" he asks and I shake my head.

"Sorry. Chloe and I have to go back to my house to help my mother clean. I will be back here at 8, though, I promise," I respond and he smiles.

"I like cleaning," he states hinting to let him come to my house as well.

"That's very kind of you, but Rosie lives in my neighborhood and if she knows I am talking to you and possibly liking..." I trail off realizing what I was seriously about to say. 

"Possibly liking me?" he asks and I just blush.

"The point is that she will make my life a living hell," I state and he laughs.

"Not if I have a say in it. I will not just stand here and let you get bullied by a jerk," he explains and stomps his foot on the floor for effect.

"That jerk is a directioner," I respond and he just smiles weakly.

"I don't promote bullying and certainly would never like a girl who bullied others for a laugh," he replies and I just smile.

"And I appreciate that, but could you please stay away from my house?" I ask and he smiles a cheeky smile.

***in Heather's car***

"This is a nice car," Harry states as he enters in the passenger seat.

"You're lucky it fits five more," I reply.

Yeah, I gave in. Harry and his little friends are coming over my house to help clean. I don't know why I even agreed to such craziness, but for some reason, I did. I'm not proud of myself whatsoever.

Harry is sitting in the passenger seat while I am in the driver's seat. Zayn and Liam are in the two seats behind Harry and me. The far back seat sits three people and it goes in the order Louis then Niall then Chloe.

"Why do I have to sit with the two lovebirds?" Louis complains and I sigh.

"It's only about 15 minutes," I respond and he sighs as well.

"Fine," he mumbles and crosses his arms.

Niall has his arm around Chloe and I admit, it's one of the most adorable things I have ever seen in my life, but it brings me doubts as well. That should be Jake. Not Niall. This whole picture is messed up and I can't do a single thing about it.

I sigh, but turn the car on. I begin driving away towards my house and no one speaks a word. It's awkward and silent and I begin to worry. Chloe usually needs loudness and craziness. I sneak a peek in my overhead mirror and see Chloe fast asleep on Niall's shoulder.

I finally arrive at my house for what seems like hours. Before I can even stop the car, Rosie comes walking over to the car with her friends behind her.

"Are you still driving this piece of trash? My parents got me a red convertible for my sweet 16. You had to pay for your own car. Do your parents hate you?" she asks and her group laughs.