YOUTH // Harry Styles

3

Someone has been honking for five minutes straight. Who could be so inconsiderate. I unlocked my window and tried to push it open. It's heavy, but I managed.

The wind blows into my apartment as I stick my head out. Who is this person? Why are they so annoying?

I see a black Range Rover double parked. I squint my eyes to see who it may be. Jesus.

"Rebel, get your ass down here! I told you to be ready!" Harry is the obnoxious guy who got little excited with the damn horn.

"Thanks, but no thanks! I'll see you around!" I slammed my window shut and locked it back up. He gave me an ultimatum yesterday. I've made up my mind. I'm not going anywhere.

I went back to my living room and sat down on my big fluffy sofa. This sofa may be the reason I become a couch potato. It's everything.

I picked up the bag of popcorn I made and the magazine I was reading. This just a relaxing day. I've been enjoying myself.

Right as I put a handful of popcorn, I hear a bang on my door. It scared the crap out of me causing me to choke. Who bangs on people's doors like that?

I looked through the peephole and found Harry. This is the last time I take a stranger up to the roof and point out my apartment on the way there.

I swung the unlocked the door , swung it open, and held it with my foot.

"Harry, I have neighbors. What's wrong with you?" A smirk suddenly appears on his face, then suddenly disappears.

"Why aren't you packed and ready to go? The clock is ticking."

"I made my decision." I tried to close the door but he stuck his foot out to stop it.

"Not so fast. I'm not easy to get rid of."

"Unfortunately I know that." Harry rolled his eyes and invited himself in. Great.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's up to you." I just shook my head. He's difficult.

"You gave me two choices. I chose mine. Thanks anyways." I just shrugged. Maybe it's not a good idea to go.

"It wasn't really a choice. I was just being nice." That wasn't really nice.

"You left me there. Besides, you told me if I wasn't ready, you'd leave. Why are you still here?" I saw his jaw flex and knew I was pushing it.

"I get that Rebel is your name, but pushing me right now isn't a good idea. If you don't want to get your lazy ass up, I'll pack for you and drag you out of here."

Woah. Is he serious? I just want to stay in my damn house and chill out. Why must he continue to insist?

"Alright. Fine. I'm packing. Put some clothes on or I'll drag you out like that."

He turned around and stormed into my room. I heard my closet open. I even heard him whistle. I forgot how impressive my walk-in closet looks.

I just continued to sit there as I heard a plop and something being unzipped. Shit! He's found my suitcase. Why won't he just leave?

I got up and tossed the nearly empty bag of popcorn in the trash. I might as well. I slowly walked into my room and saw him neatly putting things in my suitcase.

"You may want to get your underwear and any other feminine products you may need. I won't be completely invasive."

You've already been completely invasive. This guy is something else.

"And get dressed. I'm almost done." He didn't even stop to look at me when he spoke. He just continued on with what he was doing.

"I'm not changing with you in here." I crossed my arms on my chest.