A week later.
I wake up to someone shaking me.
"What?" I groan.
"Come on babe. Get up, we have to go." Harry tells me as he pulls me up to a sitting position.
"I don't wanna." I whine as I rub my eyes.
"Babe please. Take a shower, get dressed, and try not to slip in the shower while I make breakfast okay?" Harry says and I nod.
He kisses my forehead and slips off the bed before going downstairs in just his sweatpants that are really low on his hips.
I get up and go to the bathroom before digging into my cabinet for some shampoo. I pull out a box of hair bleach and I stare at it for a moment.
Hmm.
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I come down the stairs and I hear a plate clatter.
"What took you so long?" Harry asks as I walk into the kitchen.
"Oh I was just doing my hair." I answer as I take the towel off my head.
Harry looks behind away from re stove in front of him at me and his eyes widen.
"You didnt."
"I did." I squeal and I rush to him. "Do you like it? I like it!"
"Yeah it looks.... really good." he breathes and I smile.
"Thanks babe." I kiss his cheek before taking my plate and sitting down.
"You know what," Harry games at the time. "We'll pick up food on the way there."
"You just made-"
"I don't care we can use that for another time." he takes my plate and pulls me up.
He puts the food in the fridge and ushers me out of the kitchen.
"Harry I need to-"
He hands me my purse and my jacket before pushing me out of the front door.
Where the hell is he wanting me to go?!
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L.A girls (H.S)
FanficHe 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.
