Harry is my daddy

Dress code

Yall i suck at life im so sorry i havent updated when i said i would but here's a gif of Harry exploding my ovaries

Btw YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME AW THANKS FOR ALL THE VOTES !!

O yh Send me messages I wanna talk with yall lol

ENJOY THE CHAPTER BBY GALS N BOYS

You: damn

@harryS: your turn babe

Babe?

I pushed down whatever feeling was rising from my stomach and snapped a photo. After flicking through a few filters, I found one I liked and sent the photo to him.

A sudden squeal escaped my mouth.

I don't know why, but after seeing his appearance, I felt a little more anxious as to how I should act around him.

I quickly switched off my phone and put it under the pillow.

I didn't want to read his response.

But I did.

Shit.

I switched my phone back on and hid under the covers of my bed, my sanctuary, phone clenched in my hands.

Jumped at the sudden feeling of my phone vibrating, I quickly unlocked it to see a new message from Harry.

@harryS: you're very pretty

I giggled like a fricking school girl and instantly thought about how to reply. Do I confidently take the compliment or shy away?

Confidence is key though right? Guys like that in girls. I think.

You: aw thnx bby thts v sweet of u ♡

@harryS: did you say you lived in NYC?

What.

What the duck.

What if he wants to meet me?? We do live in the same state.

But stranger danger? I mean I've always been responsible and able to look after myself. What if he's not who he says he is? What If he's catfishing me? All these questions knocked around my skull until I felt a headache coming along.

Whatever, we could meet in a public place like a park or cafe at noon, that way we would be surrounded by people and I can easily escape if need be.

You: aha yh y?

@harryS: I want to meet you.

I could hear my heart thundering against my ribs.

You: ain't that a lil creepy?

His replies were instant.

@harryS: it doesn't have to be creepy love, we can grab a coffee if you want, or I can take you out to dinner.

You: lmao r u being 4 real?

@harryS: stop typing like that. And yes I am being '4 real'.

You: where abouts in ny do u live tho?

@harryS: queens. I can pick you up from wherever?

Isn't queens a little bit of a dodgy place? Is he living rough. Yikes maybe I really shouldn't be doing this.

You: queens? O cool
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I live in soho

@harryS: so what? Are you trying to rub your economic wellbeing in my face?

WHAT THE HELL

How did he get that so wrong ?

He must have thought I was trying to patronise him, which I guess I kind of was, but I don't know.

You: don't b so touchy I didn't mean it like that bby
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I'm sorry

Harry didn't respond to me for the rest of the evening, and when I woke up, there was still no response. Did I really offend him that much?

He didn't message me that morning either, in fact, I didn't receive a message from him until my afternoon psychology class.

@harryS: I'll pick you up outside Spring St on Saturday at 8. Be ready, dress formally.

Saturday? That's tomorrow! I could feel my temperature going up just thinking about it.

Was I ready though? Did I really want to do this?

You: where are we going?

Harry instantly replied, as though he were just waiting for my message.

@harryS: you'll see.
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Don't be late.

Yikessssssssss omf this was such a short and bad chapter I'm rlly sorry yall.

But at least the plot is finally rolling !!

Can we pretty pls get 10 votes for this chapter ??

Imma try force myself to upload on Friday tho woooohoooo

Bisous x