Cool Kids

Five:

The whole ride to Wendy's, Harry just stares at me. "Harry, I am so sorry I got us into this mess." I sigh. He shakes his head.

"What? This isn't your fault. It could be anyone's fault. Don't apologize." He faintly smiles at me. It's so weird to look at myself smiling at me. But nevertheless, I smile back.

"Are you as weirded out by this as I am?" I laugh, looking over at him as we pull into the parking lot.

"Possibly . . . I mean, it is pretty odd to wake up as someone else. Especially a different gender." He chuckles and I nod.

"Yeah. I used to complain about being flat chested, but . . . This is way worse!" Harry cracks up at that.

"Well, it's kinda nice to have clean skin for a change." He grins, looking at my tattoo free arms.

"Are you kidding? I love your tattoos!" I giggle. "Well, except the mermaid . . . " I trail off. He smirks.

"And why is that?"

"I . . . um . . . I just don't like you having a naked girl on your arm." I whisper really quickly. He suddenly bursts into laughter.

"Oh, is that so?" He can't seem to stop laughing.

"Hey, it's not funny! I know hundreds of other girls who agree."

"Really?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Yes! And-" I'm cut off.

"Welcome to Wendy's. Can I interest you in trying our Double Bacon Wrapped Burger, today?"

"Um . . . no thanks." I try to talk in my American accent, but for some reason, it's not as easy as it seems. I grab my phone from Harry's lap, making him jump. I widen my eyes and raise my brows.

"Okay, what would you like to order today?" The boy asks, distracting me.

"Um, one second." I say, checking the list Liam sent, then repeating it to the boy.

"What's wrong?" I laugh, looking over at Harry. He just shrugs, as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about.  I pull up to the window and wait for our orders. The boy looks very distracted as he walks to the window, carrying two bags. He sets them on them on the counter and goes back to get more. Finally, he opens the window, but then as soon as he looks up at me, he drops the drink and it falls onto the pavement.

"Oh, wow. I- uh . . . I am so sorry." The boy stutters. Harry suddenly bursts into laughter beside me. I only smirk and look to the boy.

"It's alright, mate." I proudly use the British word.

And this is one of the moments where I actually wish I were a girl again, because a boy is actually flattered by me. Except . . . Now I'm a boy. And to top it, one of the most attractive boys in the world. But then again, I don't mind, because Harry freaking Styles and I are stuck as each other.

The boy finally gets our food and drinks safely out the window. I pay him and drive forward then into a parking spot. Harry looks over at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing?"

"Checking the order. That kid seemed a little . . . Distracted." I chuckle. I try not to freak out at the fact that I just had Harry's chuckle.

"Not used to this, are you?" He laughs. I shake my head, smiling a bit.

"Which part? A boy being nervous at the sight of me, or being a boy?" I look up from the paper bag.

"Hm . . . both? I didn't think you'd be the type to not make boys nervous, though. Thought you would be used to that." He giggles. Gosh, it's so weird to hear my own giggle.