My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 9

(Maria's POV)

"You planned it with him, at least tell me what to wear." I say.

"I told you already. It's nothing extravagant at all. Just wear something casual." Hannah says.

"Can't you tell me where we're going?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

My phone then beeps, signaling a message.

I turn around  and take it from the desk and check it.

Boo bear: Hello, love.

Me: Hey.

Boo bear: Can I pick you up at 4 instead of 6? (Looks at you with hopeful eyes)

I check the time. It's 3.

"Should I say yes? He's asking if he can pick me up at four instead of six." I say.

"I don't know. Ask why." Hannah says.

Me: If you're busy today, we could postpone. I don't want you to hold your work back.

Boo bear: I'm not busy.

Me: Then...?

Boo bear: You want me to type it don't you?

Me: Type what? (Asks with innocence filling her eyes)

Boo bear: Awww. Maria is trying to be all innocent. You little munchkin.

I couldn't help but smile.

Me: Whatever you think, big munchkin.

Boo bear: Fine... I want to see you.

Me: Awww. Boo bear wants to see me?

Boo bear: Boo bear?

Me: Too soon? It's your contact name.

Me: It's just that I think this nickname suites you.

Me: One sec, I'll change it.

Louis: No. No. Don't. I love it.

Louis: Yeah, it's a popular nickname for me, but, I love it.

Louis: I just need to find one as good as yours.

Just saying my name makes my heart melt.

Me: Ok. You can.

Louis: Can what?

Me: Pick me up at 4.

Louis: Oh. Yay.

Me: Oh God! It's 3:15. Gtg. Bye.

Louis: Calm down, love. I'm sure you look gorgeous the way you are.

Me: In nothing but a towel and another towel around my head?

Louis: Perfection. Better than how I'm dressed.

Me: And how's that?

Louis: Just my boxers. Trying to find something to wear.

Me: And you're saying that I'm perfection? Love, if that's me, then what are you?

Louis: You're a 10. I'm a 2.

Me: 😱. I'm supposed to say that, Lou. Never think that of yourself.

Me: Wait. Did you just quote 5sos?

Louis: Maybe. Still you're gorgeous, love.

Me: You're distracting me. I need to get ready.

Louis: Don't leave.