'Oh That's her Sister' //Ariana Grande//

//Three Days Time//

If that boy thinks I'm interested in participating in some riddle game,that involves receiving a string of mind challenging notes,after he rudely abandoned me, he is sadly mistaken. I'm infuriated to say the least. And don't get me wrong here I'm all up for a little mystery, but this guy has a track record for being a twat. If this was his attempt of a 'sweet gesture' I will physically slap those dimples off of his face.
But I don't know why I'm so bothered? I for some reason feel deeply rejected. Not rejected in the sense he stood me up for a date. But rejected in the sense I sat dumbfounded,on my own he removed himself from my presence for no apparent reason. And to top it all off he still has my godamn raincoat.
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I pulled into my driveway, taking care not to knock down Ariana, who seemed to be struggling to walk over the stone surface, in stiletto heels.
I shut off the engine,removed my keys and lunged myself out of the car. Before I had time construct a sentence Ariana beat me to speaking, 'Go on roast this bitch, tell me all'
'Styles. Let me fucking tell you about Harry Styles,' I started.
'That boy I swear. I met him to retrieve my raincoat as you know. So he got me a coffee and it was all going good. Then he just gets up and leaves,without even an attempt of an excuse! So I walk out to my car and see something flapping in my windshield wipers, it was a stupid note, stating to 'look a little closer' at my raincoat. My 'raincoat' just happens to be a little pastel dress that I have been instructed to wear in three days time.'
My sister looked at me with an unreadable expression.
'Well?' I press,eager to find out what she had to say.
'Are you delirious or just down right fucking stupid?' She spat in a condescending tone.
'Harry Styles just happens to be a toned,British, may I repeat british, sex God, who went to the trouble of buying you a pretty dress and left you a handwritten note to meet him in three days time!'
I scoffed, rolling my eyes far back into my skull, 'Ari you seem to be forgetting the part where he left me..no scratch that abandoned me at a fucking coffee shop!'
She mirrored my previous actions, turning on her heels, strutting into the house. I promptly followed behind into her room, 'Why are you acting as if I am in the wrong here?'
'Alyssa you are being completely dramatic and irrational. Sure he could have handled the situation better. But just think about how he put time,effort and thought into finding a pretty dress for you and hand writing a note to go with it.'
She was right. I hate to say it, but I never really thought of it in that way. I need to lighten up a little, maybe it was sort of sweet.
In three days time. Three days. That is all I have to wait to find out what is going on in that boys mind.
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A/N
This is literally the most crap chapter I have ever written but I haven't updated in about a century so here it is!!
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-molls