**** (a/n) I'm posting again :) I might post again later tonight if I finished my butt load of homework. Anyways, sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I'm on my phone and autocorrect is just bitter sweet. Thanks for reading. I hope you like it, even though it's not that great. I'M SORRY. Btw I'm watching the Hannah Montana movie and it always makes me emotional. Wow.
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I was now at home debating on which outfit I should wear. Casual? Dressy? Probably not, we just became friends. The car ride to my house from school was really fun. It only lasted about 15 minutes and we never ran out of things to talk about. I told him a little about my family like how I live with just my brother and how my family decided to move her, London, 5 years ago. It was kind of a random decision. My parents took a small vacation in London and decided that they wanted to live here. If you're wondering if I have an accent, well, I have a hint of it at moments but it's mostly American. I also told him about my two best friends, Mackenzie and Lizzie. Now he knows just how crazy they are. Another thing that I accidentally let slip was that I was, in a way, a big fan of one direction. That led to him making fun of me, it was only banter, and he kept asking whether I had posters, t-shirts, or other merchandise. Unfortunately, I do. I'll have to get rid of that stuff soon.
I walked over to my mirror and lifted the shirt I picked out in front of me to see how it looked. I ended up just tossing it on my bed right before I flung myself and landed on top of the 4 outfits I thought about wearing. Why is this such a hard thing to do? Instead of wasting time laying around, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face and removed the smudged makeup I had on for school. Now it's a fresh, new canvas. Quickly, I walked to my closet and decided I was done being picky. I pulled out some light washed skinny jeans and a flowy, floral top. This will do. I laid it out on my bed and pushed the rest of the clothes onto the floor. After kicking it out of the way into a pile in the corner, I went to take a shower and applied some basic makeup. Most people do their makeup last which I usually do, but I guess I like I mix it up sometimes. I got changed into the clothes I picked out and sprayed myself with my favorite perfume. Now what should I do with my hair? I blow dried my hair to speed up the process since Harry was supposed to be here in 15 minutes. Now that it was pretty much an afro, I violently brushed it down until it looked decent. My hair was naturally wavy and pretty long but surprisingly, it didn't always give me a hard time. I decided to just leave it the way it was. After checking the time on my phone, I walked over to the window to see if he had arrived. Once I saw a car pulling up, I ran back to my closet and got a pair of black flats and slipped into them.
"You're going out?" Jason asked from his spot on the couch. He was laying down watching tv but once he saw me jog down the stairs ready to go, he sat up and looked over at me. I guess I forgot to tell him about tonight. "Who are you going out with?" Should I tell him I'm going with Harry? What if he embarrasses me and tells him I was a fangirl or something just to make me look bad?
"Just a friend. I doesn't matter. I won't be home too late." Just then the doorbell rang and Jason quickly ran to the other door and pushed me out of the way. Great. He flung the door open and just stood there with an unreadable expression on his face. I think it was a little bit of confusion.
"Wait, what? Isn't this the band kid? Are you dating him or something? Weren't you like in lo-"
"Jason!" I hissed at him before he could finish his sentence.
"Hi, I'm Harry" Harry greeted extending his arm towards Jason. Jason took his hand and shook it with a smirk on his face.
"So you and my little sister?" Jason asked.
"Well-" Harry started to speak but I cut him off too.
"No, Jason. We're friends. We're just hanging out tonight." I said staring straight at Jason trying to get him to somehow get the message to stop.
"Yeah, mhmm. Just don't bring her home too late or try anything." Which earned him a nod from Harry and an eye roll from me. If you can, call me when you get home because I'll probably be spending the night at Sarah's" Jason directed the last part to me
"Ok, fine. Bye now!" I couldn't wait to get out so I gently pushed Harry out the door and we were soon on our way to the movie theatre. "By the way, sorry about my brother. He's, well, such a brother sometimes."
"No, it's fine. Aw, he thought we were dating" he answered while poking my leg with the other hand that wasn't on the steering wheel.
"Yeah. You like poking don't you?" I asked as I swatted his hand away after he continued to poke me. "Sorry about that. He's just annoying." I rolled my eyes remembering how awkward that was.
"Why are you sorry?" He asked seriously.
"Well it was kind of awkward I guess."
"Only because you made it awkward miss awkward pants."
"Miss awkward pants? Well sorry anyways."
"Aww you don't want to date me? I'm awkward to date? Fine then." He frowned and acted hurt.
"What? No, well, just, what?" I was so confused.
"I'm joking. I understand you hate me, that's fine too." Just then we pulled into a parking space in front of the theatre. "But you're going to have to get over your hate for me because you're my date for the night whether you like it or not" he said as he turned off the engine and slightly turned in his seat to look at me.
"Well now I feel bad" I looked up at him as I got out of the car.
"Why? Because I'm a better date? I'm just a charmer." Then he grabbed my hand. I never believed it when people would say they felt a shock when making contact with a person they belonged with, but I felt something. I could've sworn I saw Harry looked down at our hands with shock. Maybe he felt it too? No, no this is ridiculous. I pushed the thoughts out of my head as fast as they came it. Just ridiculous.
