I wake up to an empty bed the next morning.
I sit up and look around for Harry but find the bedroom empty. I slip out I bed slowly and walk Down the hall to find the rest of the house empty.
He didn't even leave a note.
I huff as I run my fingers through my messy hair. I walk back into my room and go to my bathroom before taking a shower. When I get out I go to my closet and get dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I throw my hair up in a pony tail and do my make up before grabbing my phone.
No messages from Harry.
Great. Just fucking fantastic.
I sit down on my couch a little while later. I turn on my tv and lay back against the cushions.
There's a knock on my door and I jump up before running to the door. I throw it open and gasp when I see who it is and it's definitely not Harry.
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L.A girls (H.S)
FanfictionHe thought girls of L.A were self-centered, over confident, brats. Until he met her. She thought boys of L.A we're the cocky, rude, guys that only thought about sex. Until she met him.
