Farren May, new to New York, rents a place at 23 Cornelia Street in search of her fairytale life that she see's in movies all the time. Harry Styles has been in the city for years now, admiring whatever Greenwich Village has to offer. Extreme and in...
I wanna be your favorite boy I wanna be the one that makes your day The one you think about as you lie awake I can't wait to be your number one I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine
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Waking up this morning I expected Harry to be laying next to me and for some reason felt slightly disappointed when I opened my eyes and saw that I was alone. Like every morning, I woke up to the sun shining in my face and one of the first things I noticed was the fact that he cleaned everything up before he left. My phone was plugged in on my nightstand, as well as my laptop, the bowl of popcorn was gone and I was somehow under my covers.
I pull my covers back to get up and before leaving my room, I make my bed quickly so I can jump in the shower and get ready for my day. I probably should’ve looked at my phone first before getting up because I don’t even know what time it is but I’m assuming it’s around 7 because that’s when I normally wake up, I don’t really have to worry too much about it though because Harry doesn’t open the store on the weekends.
I take a quick shower and with a towel wrapped around my body I brush my teeth and pull out my skin care bin to run through my routine. I haven’t been good about keeping up with it since I’ve moved and it’s evident by the gross red mounds all over my face. As I’m putting my moisturizer on I hear my phone ringing from my room so I quickly rub the rest into my skin and run to my room to grab my phone.
I see Prestons name on my screen so I answer it quickly and walk back to the bathroom as I watch his face pop up on my phone. “Hey! What’s up?” I ask as I set him up on my sink so I can continue washing my face.
“Hey! Nothing really, I was just going to see if you were busy today. I know Harry doesn’t open the store on the weekend and I’m not working today,” he says but stops when I start putting an acne treatment on the spots I’m breaking out in and when I look down he has his eyebrows furrowed as he looks up at me.
“What are you doing?” he asks through a laugh and I just chuckle.
“It’s acne cream, I’m breaking out so bad and my period is supposed to start soon so that’s probably making it worse” I tell him as I continue to meticulously place the cream.
“Oh gross I didn’t need to know that Farren” he says and my cheeks immediately flush, embarrassed that I shared too much. I just thought that because he has a twin sister he probably wouldn’t care. Out of embarrassment I find it my mission to end this call as soon as possible.
“Sorry” I hardly whisper as I pick my phone up. “I look silly right now, let me call you back later okay?”
“Yeah, text me first though because I might be busy” he says and as I go to say bye he just hangs up. Oh. The cream has to stay on for 10 minutes so I go to my room to get dresses, changing into some boyfriend jeans and a white t-shirt with a quote from Don’t Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead in red.
