Lola's POV-
"You look rather cute today" Sarah looked up at me from where she was stretched across the couch, an episode of Friends playing on the television.
"Thank you" I smiled, glancing at my phone as it buzzed in my hand.
Harry: otw
"Where are you going?" she tilted her head.
"Why so curious?" I asked.
"You have a date, don't you?" she sat up straighter.
"What? No."
"Lola, I can tell by the way that you're smiling you have a date"
"It's not a date" I shook my head.
The doorbell rang before she could reply.
I knew there was no way that it could be Harry since he was only just leaving his place, but regardless, I stepped to the door to peer out of the peephole.
It was Harry...
"Who is it? Professor Styles?" she jumped up and raced to the window, peaking out. "Oh my gawd, it is"
"It's not a date" I repeated, sternly.
"Where are you going?" she demanded.
"None of your beeswax" I unlocked and opened the door.
"Hey" he greeted me warmly with his trademark dimply smile.
"How did you get here so fast?" I wondered, stepping out on the porch and shutting the door behind me before Sarah could walk over and jump in.
"Magic?"
"It would seem that way..."
Chuckling, he nodded for me to follow him.
"You could have parked in the guest space right outside my unit" I was already struggling to keep up with his long strides.
"And why would I do that?"
"So we wouldn't have to walk as far?"
He rounded the corner and held up the key to his black Mercedes-Benz convertible, unlocking it.
"Hey" I stopped.
He twisted around to face me, a look of amusement teasing his expression. "Yeah?"
"That's not a guest space..."
"It's not?"
I shook my head.
"Hmm...interesting"
"Harry?"
"Yep?"
"You're not telling me something..."
"What am I not telling you?"
"You live in the complex?"
"I do indeed"
"Why didn't you say so?"
"So you wouldn't get creeped out, even though technically, I was here first"
"I wouldn't have gotten creeped out!"
"You definitely would have" he walked to the passenger's side and opened the door for me.
Hesitantly, I climbed in. After closing the door behind me, he went around to the driver's side and hopped in, then twisted the key in the ignition.
"Which unit are you in?" I asked quietly.
"Does it matter?"
"Yeah, it kind of does" I propped my elbow up at the bottom of the window.
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Grace Notes
FanfictionAtticus one said: "Fame is a poison most would drink happily, despite the warning of a slow and miserable death" I suppose he was right, though I caught it too late. I ran toward my dreams, I looked back and realized that she wasn't there, and that...
