Cliché (c.h)

6.

After going back and forth with the braid clad and stubborn girl, Harry still had not been able to convince her that his bike, his baby, was one hundred and ten percent safe, the pair settled on him driving slowly along the sidewalk where Cori walked. Harry couldn't help but send occasional eye rolls in the direction of Cori for doing the absolute most, a term he learned from her over the course of his week long training.

By the time they reached her apartment complex, the sun began to set and the sky was a mess of orangey red colors. Traffic was slow, if not nonexistent seeing as most people were at home already on this Sunday night. The only sound that could be heard beside the occasional engine of a passing car was the not so small talk made by Harry and Cori. Or Cori and Harry as preferred by Cori because according to her "alphabetical order matters, no matter how much you like Harry and Cori better."

After letting the long locked doofus park his motorcycle, Cori lead the way up to her 3rd floor apartment unit, passionately discussing why mainstream feminism doesn't include people of color and how that fact it is blatantly ignored by white people. Harry tried to keep up to the best of his abilities but once Cori got going on something that was important to her, she talked a mile per minute.

Harry thought that that was adorable although Cori became a little embarrassed when she realized she had started rambling, and began cutting her sentences shorter promptly, trying to make room for Harry to speak during their conversation. Harry didn't mind so much though. There was a fiery look in her eye and a certain something about the emphasis she put on certain words when she was passionate. Cori enjoyed it as well. The pure fascination in Harry's eyes when she spoke was refreshing. Not that Calum didn't do the same, it was just that she knew Harry asked questions because he wanted to know. Not just to make her happy or make her think he was listening as Calum had done an ample amount of times before. Don't get her wrong, Calum was a great listener because he was just that. A listener. He wasn't too keen on being responsive when she started getting avid about what she was saying.

Speak of the devil, Calum sat frowning on her couch watching a rerun of Family Guy, shoving Oreo's in his mouth followed by a swig of milk. "Honey I'm home!" Cori shouted while dropping her bag on the small table near the door. "And I've brought 'round a pal." She laughed in her recurring bad British accent.

Calum barely reacted when she took a seat on his lap, bear hugging the Aussie boy who was still frowned up. But as soon as he looked to his right, his face stretched into a large smile when she saw his girlfriend's guest, pushing her to the ground from his lap to greet the man standing by the door.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that Harry Fücking Styles! What's up man? It's been way too long!" Calum cheered before engulfing a smiling Harry into a hug.

"Calum Blue Balls Hood, you look good man." Harry spoke while slapping Calum's back rather roughly in Cori's opinion as she sat on the floor, watching the testosterone filled exchange. Currently in the dark about what was going on, she decided to let them have their moment for another second or two.

"Aye close my door, yall are letting all my air out!" She said before dusting her butt off and taking a seat on the couch. Harry followed her orders while still chatting up Calum as the duo made their way to the couches.

"Oh man, the other boys will blow a load when they see you, it'll be hilarious." Calum joked while kicking his feet up to the coffee table in front of him. Cori wrinkled her nose at his vulgar terminology, still confused as to how they knew one another.

"So will one of yall shed some light over here because I'm lost." The girl inquired while looking between Calum and Harry.

"Well before I came to America and after I left the UK, I was in Australia for a two years or so. In those two years I met Calum, Luke, Michael, and my favorite, Ashton." Harry explained while looking at Cori and Calum (Calum and Cori according to Cori because once again, Alphabetical order matters.)

"How'd you two meet?" H asked wiggling his eyebrows in a typical goofy Styles way.

"One of our little gigs had been sponsored by Knead A Bite? and little miss sunshine here was helping cater. The rest is history basically." Calum smiled at the memory before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. At first she thought he was just being affectionate but then he proceeded to put her in a loose chokehold.

"And why weren't you answering your phone or at the bakery when I came to get you?" He added before knocking down the bun that Cori loved oh so much. Rolling her eyes, she sat up escaping Calum's grip and gestured over to Harry.

"First, don't do that again if you plan on staying in this relationship. Secondly, I didn't know you called, I was too busy arguing with numnuts over here about riding his motorcycle over here."

Harry scoffed while waving his hand, almost if like he was trying to make what she said vanish from the air.

"Please, after she made me tie up my gorgeous curls, the least she could do was just get on the bike so we could get here faster." Harry aded while making a point to exaggerate the action of pulling the pony tail holder from his head, making the brown strands fall all over his face.

"Well in other news, we have to celebrate the fact that you're here! I'm calling the lads and the six of us are hitting the town tonight!" Calum cheered, pumping his fist in the air, reaching for his phone to notify the others.

Cori sighed, running her hands over her face, knowing that when they go out there isn't any stopping them. "Lord give me the strength." she thought quietly to herself.

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Welcome Harry to the story! I tried to make this one a little longer for yall, I hope you liked it. I appreciate all the messages and every comment and like. Especially from @__CakeMe__ you crack me up, oh my God. Love yall!

-C