Burnt Sienna ➳ Harry Styles

eight.

"I'm taking you to a party tonight." Harry said, I frowned my eyebrows in response, "What, you don't own a dress?"

"I do own a dress, I just never attend parties that often." I shrugged, "And I don't even know what to do there, I mean I went with Beth and Niall before but I sat awkwardly beside a lad called Louis and two people making out, it was disgusting and I kept hiding my head in his shoulder, it wasn't the best day in my life."

"Well, you won't sit beside two strangers making out this time, because you'll be either the one making out with somebody, or dancing with me." He smirked and I glared at him, "Well I believe you'd prefer to dance with me then."

"I don't even know what to wear." I said trying to force him to tell me not to come around to the party with him, but he didn't. "Then I'll pick for you, I'll be at yours at 8, clean your closet." He smirked, I shook my head in dissappointment.

"Aren't you done by now?"

"Why do I always feel like you don't want to be seen around me in this collage? I didn't know I had such a bad reputation."

"Unfortunately you do, now shoo." I joked, he pouted his lips, "I'm joking Harry but really go to Niall or something- Harry stop looking at me like this- no Harry go to Niall I want to catch up with Beth, I'll see you later."

"Fine, it's your loss my company is pretty funny, bye, you'll regret this later." He mocked, I shook my head chuckling.

I can't belive how much he's capable of making me laugh even when he doesn't even ought to, I can't help but to laugh around him, his hilariously funny.