The Good Girl *EDITING*

Chapter Three.

- Darcy's POV -

What the heck should I do?

Darcy, do it. Nothng bad can happen.

"Harry Styles," I sigh. "I'm your official girlfriend from now on."

What. The. Fuck. Did. I. Just. Do?

Don't overthink it.

"Darcy, you're serious?" He asks, eyes widely opened.

"Yes I am." I smile.

 He doesn't speak. He leans in and kisses me.

Our lips move in sync. This is one of the best kisses I'll have over here. His lips asks for entrance and I let them in. 

- 6 AM -

"Darcy, wake up." I hear a British accent. 

"5 more minutes." I say, sleepy.

"Nope, not even one. Wake up." That voice says.

"Leave me alone."  I say as I try to continue sleeping.

"Okay then. You asked for it." He says as I feel him picking me up bridal style. My eyes are still closed. "Open your mouth."

"Fine fine I'm awake!" I shout. Shit that was Harry. I get off him as quick as I can.

"Good morning." He smiles, handing me my toothbrush.

"Good morning yourself, I'm going back to sleep." I laugh and head to my bed as he blocks the way.

"You're waking up." He commands. "And washing your teeth."

"Who got you in?" I ask

"Your mother." He answers

"Get the hell outside so I can have a shower." I command.

"Fine, I'm picking  your outfit." He says as he gets out.

- 25 minutes later -

I get out of the bathroom, see Harry on his phone having an outfit next to him.

"You look pretty in a towel." Harry teases.

"Get out." I smile, showing him the door.

"You have 15 minutes." He says, getting out.

"Yeah sure." I say closing the door.

He had picked a white V line shirt with 'not your babe' written on it, some jeans and a pair of white converse. Is it weird that I have a lot of shirts with Tumblr transparents? I used to buy them with Eveline.  

 I wear these and start my make up, eyeliner, lipstick, foundation, eye concealer and some mascara. Too much, I know. I dind't have a great night, I haven't stopped thinking about yesterday.

 I get out to see a lot of stuff already made by my mother. She made my faves, pancakes. Harry is having a 'nice' chat with my father. 

"Good morning Darcy." My mother smiles. 

"Good morning mother." I smile at her as well.

Harry looks at me and smiles.

I finally decide to look at my phone. 50 new text messages from 3 conversations, had been written on it. What?

Ash: I miss you so much.

 I can't believe you and I aren't cuddling together

I can't wait for summer already <3

FUCK. MY. LIFE.

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