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4.

I stood in my closet, with my towel wrapped around me, water dripping on the floor, and a headache.

What to wear? What to wear?

I grabbed my grey sweatshirt, and some black leggings off the hangers to wear.

I quickly twisted my wet hair into a messy bun, because it was the weekend and I didn't have time to style or blowdry it.

I walked down stairs, the scent of blueberry pancakes hitting me.

"He made food" I muttered to myself.

"He sure did" says Harry, coming up behind me.

I simply rolled my eyes.

"So what's the plan for today?" he asked sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Don't talk to me, leave me alone, and make yourself dissapear to the point where I forget about your existence." I say, grabbing a plate of blueberry pancakes.

"Fiesty, just the way I like them" he says, grinning.

"Your talking to me, your violating my rules." I say, walking past him

I hear him jump off the kitchen counter and walk behind me.

"Nice ass."

"Your being annoying" I say, turning around and giving him a look that could kill.

"Emily, is it?"

"It's Skylar, I've known you since 2nd grade."

"Ah, right. Emily was the girl from last night." he says, a proud grin on his face.

"How thoughtful of you, you remember their names." I say putting a hand to my chest.

Anything he has to say at that point, is interuppted by the doorbell.

"Saved by the bell" I mutter.

I walk down the hallway to answer the door.

"Maggie, what are you doing here?" I ask, leaning towards the doorway.

"I practically live here, and I brought you Starbucks." she says handing me my drink.

"I love you" I tell her, taking a sip of paradise.

"I love me to, hey who's that car in your drive way?" she asks

"Come in and see for yourself, the very spawn of Satan is here" I tell her, opening the door wide enough for her to come in.

There was Harry, on his phone with his feet on the table.

Maggie blue eyes went wide, she pulled me into the kitchen.

"What the fuck is Harry Styles doing here?" she asks in a whisper.

"His parents are friends with my mom, and since his parents are away for a week, he has to stay here." I explain.

"I have to tell Louis" says Maggie, already tapping away on her phone.

"While your at it, ask him if we can go to the movies, if I stay here a second longer I'm gonna lose it."

I walk into the livingroom, and sit on the opposite couch of Harry.

He looks up from his phone, "Who was that at the door?"

"A friend" I simply answer.

"A boy?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"None of your buisness."

"Whatev-"

"Sky, Louis is coming in 10" says Maggie, interuppting Harry.

"Okay." I say, getting up to get ready.

"Where are you guys going?"

"Somewhere without you" I answer, rolling my eyes.

"I have feelings to, guys" says Harry.

"I find that hard to believe" Maggie mutters.

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