My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 7

(Harry's POV)

"So, her birthday is in three days?" I ask.

"Yeah, and I have no idea what to do?" Mackenzie says.

Mackenzie and I are on a 'date' in the park. If we're being forced to date, might as well talk. So, we started talking and somewhere in the middle, the topic of Hannah's birthday came. Mackenzie doesn't know how to celebrate her birthday with her.

"What does she enjoy?" I ask.

"That's the problem. She's unpredictable. She might love something one day, then hate it the other. Except for one thing, though."

"Which is?"

"Luke Hemmings and five seconds of summer."

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(Louis's POV)

"How about this one?" I ask Liam.

"It looks nice. They all look nice, Louis. Why are you so confused about what to wear?" He asks.

Because...

Maria has a VIP pass for today's concert.

"I just want to look good tonight." I say.

"You always look good, Lou." He says.

"Liam, just tell me, which one looks better?"

"The gray one, I guess. Why don't you do this with Harry?"

"Because he's on a date with Ms. High Pitch."

Liam then chuckles.

I want to look good for her tonight.

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(Maria's POV)

"This one? Or this one?" I ask Hannah.

"Mar, why are you so confused about what to wear? It's just a concert." She says.

"With a VIP pass. Meaning, I'll go backstage."

"So? You met him the day before yesterday. And he drove you home. You were wearing a 1D shirt and skinny jeans."

"I know. But, he's the one who sent me the ticket and pass. He wants to make me feel better. I know, you're thinking that I'm just a fan that he wants to make her happy, I know that. Just, why me? He meets millions of fans every concert. Why me? I know I'm living in my own fantasy now, so, to help me get hit by reality, just tell me which damn sweater looks better with those damn skinny jeans."

"Ok. Ok. Well, the gray one."

"Thank you."

I then put out the outfit on the bed. A gray sweater, skinny jeans, and gray toms.

"Well, Mack just texted me that she's on her way home, I need to go." Hannah says, checking her phone.

"Ok. Are you coming to the concert?" I ask as she puts on her bag.

"No. Thank god."

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, see you tomorrow, then?"

"Yeah. Bye."

"Bye." I hug her and she leaves.

I look at the clock.

I have an hour to get ready.

I go in the bathroom and take a shower.

I dry my hair and put on a pair of black half laced underwear.