Be More Realistic

Flirt

Harry. Styles. Harry. Freaking. Edward. Styles. This is not happening. I stare at him with wide eyes, frozen.

"Miss? You alright? I mean I know your alright," he gestures towards my body, "but you look a little shocked."

No duh, your famous. I should probably say that aloud.

"No duh, your famous."

His cheeky grin fades. Oh no, better get that back soon. He starts eyeing my boobs. Like literally, just staring.

"Excuse me, eyes are up here."

He looks back up. I swear...

"Sorry, but you should be proud.

"Is THE Harry Styles flirting with me?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Sorry bud, I have a boyfriend."

His whole face falls. Aw, I liked it better when he was smiling.

"Oh. Can I at least get your number?"

Hmmm. Should I? I stroke my chin while scrunching up my eyes as if I was concentrating really hard.

"Fine." I type my number in quickly and look back up. All those stupid fanfictions I used to read are wrong. His eyes aren't emerald. Their a sparkling mix between light green and gold. They remind me of herbal tea, for some really strange reason. I snap out of my haze, which happens often, and stand up, grabbing my drink. "See you later, Harry." I walk away, trying my best to look good. I mean, come on, if your boyfriend wasn't that great, and Harry Styles just flirted with you, you would try to look sexy, right? Anyway, I get back home and see Chad sitting at the table. What? He said he wasn't coming over.

"Hey baby."

Drunk.

"How about we go to the bed, if you know what I mean."

"Go home your drunk, Chad." I say while rolling my eyes.

"But your so sexy, Em."

"I know, I know. Leave."

I walk him out, and he takes the opportunity to squeeze my bum. I yelp, slapping his hand. He turns me around, and starts kissing me. When Chads drunk, he tends to be more loving. Why not oblige? He is handsome, and my boyfriend.I kiss him back, and he starts pushing his tongue down me throat. Ew. Chad starts pulling on my shirt, and tries to take it off. I push him away.

"Not today mister."

See, I'm a virgin. That's right. I don't believe in sex before marriage. It's gross and unnecessary. I think people who do, and sluts. I know, a little harsh. It's my opinion. Why lose your virginity to someone you don't even know loves you back? It's stupid. I drag him downstairs, and call a taxi to take him home. He waves and blows kisses. I laugh and pretend to catch it. He smiles wide. He is too cute.

Walking back to my apartment, I notice something strange. He called me Em. What is that about? Probably just because he's drunk. I plop down on the couch with some whip cream and turn on the TV. Ooh, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. My favourite. I happen to be a huge Potterhead. HUGE. Daniel Radcliffe is so hot. Emma Watson is gorgeous. They were so cute as kids though. I remember reading every book, preordering it before it came out, getting paperback and hardback, watching the movies on opening night, then over and over till the next one came out. I'm so sad it's over.

I feel my butt vibrate. That can't be right, I didn't fart. Even if it did, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't happen. Must be my phone. Sure enough, I got a text.

To: Amy

From: Hazzabear <3

Hey sexy. Wanna hang?