get him back! | h. styles

CHAPTER THREE.

GET HIM BACK!

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' but he was so much fun! and he had such weird friends! and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end! another song, another club, another bar, another dance. and when he said something wrong? he'd just fly me to france! '

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PRESENT DAY

JULY 4, 2017
los angeles, california

josephine was pretty sure any normal person would not drag a british man to a fourth of july party.

any normal person.

apparently, josephine was not normal. abnormal, if you will.

because she walked through phoebe's garden gate with harry right behind her, the two of them connected by their interlocked pinkies.

she wasn't quite sure how that had happened. she wasn't complaining, though.

as they walked through the gate, josephine let out a relieved exhale. they were officially out of the danger zone of where they could get harassed by paps.

if there was one way to make josephine anxious, it was paparazzi.

harry seemed to notice. somehow, someway.

he squeezed her pinky. she had to contain her smile.

the second they were visible to the rest of the partygoers, alisha screamed.

"jo! you finally made it!" she screamed, running over.

josephine had to let go of harry's pinky in order to hug her friend.

"ali! dude, the backyard looks great!"

"i know! phoebe helped set it up. come on! we've got drinks galore in the kitchen."

she was vaguely aware of harry following her and alisha to the kitchen. she let ali make her some random concoction that would probably alarm her if anyone else handed it to her. she took this brief moment to appreciate how good harry looked.

he was literally just in a white t-shirt and black pants, but still.

he was harry styles.

he looked hot no matter what.

however that was not the point.

"staring is very rude, josephine garcia."

and that.

the way he seemed to always address her specifically.

jo, josie, josephine, josephine garcia— god forbid he ever learns her middle name.

"i am not staring. besides, you stared at me the whole drive here. anything to say about that, mr. styles?" she gives him a teasing smile.

"you look nice. can a guy not stare at his gorgeous fake-girlfriend?"

she bit her tongue. do not smile at that, you dumb bitch.

in all honesty, she didn't even think too much about her outfit. she was just in her — very dirty, she needed to get new ones, she kept reminding herself — airforces, a yellow bikini top and bottom, although the bottoms were hidden by the light-wash, baggy jeans she wore.

"i'm not even dressed up," she laughed.

"you don't have to be dressed up to look nice, jo."

she simply rolled her eyes at him as alisha finally gave her a solo cup. she took a sip and immediately spit it back out into the cup.