love or hate // h.s

chapter 1: moving in together.

(Mae's POV)

I sighed and dragged my suitcase down the stairs and towards the front door where the rest of my suitcases and boxes were.

I couldn't believe this. My mother was the worst. She was making- and when I say making I literally mean MAKING me move out and live with Harry.

Yeah, sure..It doesn't seem so bad, but trust me it is.

I hate him.

See, it's kind of a long story. Harry and I hate each other. Like, really hate each other. We simply do not get along. At all. I hate him and he hates me and that's how things has always been. We've known each other since we were like four because his mother Anne, was the best of friends with my mother, Sasha.

I grew up with this douche. We were forced to always do things together so most of my memories of my life are spent with him. And I guess they will continue to be with him since we are forced to damn right live together.

Our mothers always have this weird, hopeful, dream or theory that our strong hate for one another will soon turn into love one day.

I thought they were absolutely insane. Never would I ever get along with that asshole. Harry always loves to work my nerves, every chance he gets he goes for it. He loves pissing me off and he does a hell of a good job at it.

When we were young and naive and spent our afternoons together at the playground at the park, I remember Harry would always love to push me down the slides and poke me with sticks. He'd make fun of me and tease me and I must admit, the things he would say or do to me did hurt. But I mean, whatever I guess. I'd always push him in dirt or mud puddles anyway and him being the clueless him would never see it coming.

I set my last suitcase by the door and took a deep breathe. "Mom, when I told you I was going to move out, It didn't mean for you to make me move out with him." I complained yet again as she sighed.

"Oh suck it up already Mae! You and Harry both were planning to move out so me and Anne thought, hey..why don't they move in somewhere together! It's a great idea. Maybe you two can finally learn how to get along with one another. You guys are much more grown now for goodness sake." She breathed out as she picked up a couple things laying on the floor. "And hey, the house isn't all that bad anyway. It has three bedrooms, one bathroom, a lovely living room, a sweet kitchen, and even...." My mother drum rolls playfully before she continues. "A balcony!" She announces and squeals, trying to excite me.

I simply stare at her with a bore look on my face. "Okay, alright, fine. Keep that look on you're face missy! I really don't care. You're still moving out with him either way." She laughed, kissing my cheek before walking off.

I scoffed and leaned against the wall, frowning a bit. This was unbelievable.

I was currently waiting for Harry to arrive at my moms place so he can help bring my belongings to my- or I mean, our house. And plus, my car was already parked at our new house so Harry had to come pick me up. That asshole. Ugh.

I heard a car parking and the car door slam then footsteps coming straight towards the front door. He opened the front door and looked at me, obviously not so happy either about what our such lovely mothers had decided to do to us.

He walked in front of me, his arms firmly crossed as he had a upset look on his face. I couldn't help but laugh a bit because it reminded me of when we were younger and I would lick his ice cream or cough in his food just for the hell of it. He'd always make that face and cross his arms exactly like that. "What's so funny?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. I simply shrug. "Can't laugh? Sheesh. Now take my bags to the car and let's go." I sighed and nudge him away. He groaned and mumbled a couple things before lifting almost every suitcase and bag I had and easily lifting them into his car.

"You wish you had these muscles." He said cockily. Of course, he always has to compliment himself. I looked at him and pretended to squint. "W-what are you talking about? I'm not sure...I don't see any muscles?" I asked, acting confused. He was an asshole to me. So, in return, I was a bitch. It's how it works.

He hit me with one of my smaller bags and I made a 'oof' sound as I stumbled back a bit. It didn't hurt obviously since it was just my clothes in the bag but I wasn't just going to let that slide. "Asshole." I groaned, grabbing one of my bags as well and hitting him back with it. He hit me back with it again as well and soon we began fighting each other with my bags full of clothes out in the driveway.

"Wha-...urgh! You two knock it off!" My mother yelled loudly causing us both to jolt and come to an immediate stop. We looked up to see my mothers head peeking out the window, angrily. She yelled so loud, the whole block heard her. Even the car that was currently driving by braked for a split second. We blushed in embarrassment from everyone in the neighborhood who was most likely staring at us right now through their windows. My mom does not have a quiet voice, that's for sure. And she did not care. "Mom! Can you lower you're tone? Sheesh...You've got the whole worlds attention!" I yelled in a whisper tone up at the window as she shrugged carelessly. "Get in the car and go already!" She scolded before wandering away from the window.

I sighed and put my bag I was currently holding in the car and got in the passenger seat.

I cross my arms and leaned back, closing my eyes. I still couldn't believe we had to move in together. Our moms always wanted us together, but sooner or later one of us will eventually most likely move out. Harry and I argue all the time and can never agree on anything. When that day comes though, I'm sure it'll break our crazy mothers hearts. But hey, it's their own fault for making us move in together in the first place. We were only ever doing this for them.

I could hear Harry getting in beside me and starting the car. "Uh, helloo?" He asked annoyedly and I open one eye and look at him questioningly. "What?" I asked, sighing. "Put on your seatbelt! Are you trying to die?" He asked, looking at me as if I was crazy. "Hmm..I mean, sort of...seems way better than having to live with you." I said and shrug a shoulder thinking about it. He rolled his eyes and glared down at me. "Put on that damn seatbelt-..you know what, move!" He mumbled and reached over and grabbed a hold of my seatbelt. He tugged on it harshly causing it not to budge, only making him more frustrated than he already was. I simply sat there calmly casually looking out the window. "Mae- I sware...I am so..sick of..you." He said while trying to tug on the seatbelt. Finally, on the 5th tug or so, the seatbelt released and he yanked it over me and shoved it in the buckle at last.

"Now, was that so fucking hard?" He asked sarcastically as he started the car. I looked at him and laughed noticing a small dab of sweat on his forehead from the struggle of the seatbelt. "I don't know, you tell me." I said before laughing and slapping my hand against my knee.

He simply shook his head and ignored me, paying his attention to the road.

"Dumbass." He huffed under his breath after a few moments.

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We had arrived to our place just a few minutes ago and I quickly ran down the hallway picking out the best room to be mines. "This ones mine!" We both called out at the same time, standing in the same doorway. "Oh no way Harry! I said it first, this bedroom is mines!" I insisted and shoved past him with my bags and drop them to the bed and floor first.

"What! No way! I was here first, and the bed looks way better than the one in the other bedroom so-"

I quickly interrupted him putting my hand up to his face. "I'm sorry sir but I'm going to have to ask you if you could please step out of my room." I said calmly only making him more annoyed. He grabbed my hand away from his face but continued to hold it. "You know what fine, but I'm sleeping in this bed whenever I feel like it. So don't get surprised if some days you wake up and I'm laying there." He smirked before lightly pushing me to fall onto the bed and running off into the other room.

I roll my eyes and got back up to unpack my belongings into my closet and drawers. This house wasn't that bad actually. If only I had it all to myself and didn't have to live in it with Harry, then hey, it would be pretty good I guess.

(First chapter! First few chapters are always a bit boring but please vote and comment! I really want to hear your thoughts and feedback. Btw, sorry, I'm really awkward at starting off stories, I'm not the best writer lol. But hope you continue reading, it'll get better throughout the story. Thank you for reading though x )