"Thank you for dinner Mrs. Styles it was great." "Of course, come over anytime sweet heart we love having you. Harry? Are you going to drive Alexandra home now?" I look over at Harry my handsome, kind, brilliant boyfriend. Please say yes. "Yeah, let me just grab the keys." He says as he leaves the kitchen. So what now? Make small talk? Mrs. Styles is perfectly nice but, what would a 17 year old girl like myself have in common with a 45 year old women? "Well thanks again, I should go grab my coat. Have a great night." I say as perky as I can be without sounding sarcastic. "Oh you as well Alexandra." Alex! I hate my full name but Mrs. Styles always says "Alexandra" in an annoying way. I go to the coat rack and grab my Jean jacket which was my comfort item as well as the only jacket I had. Harry walks out and rubs my back for a second. He pulls me closer and kisses my forehead. "Ready?" "Yeah"
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Kidnapped By My Boyfriend
Romance"Huh? Where am I?" "Shhh don't talk" "What?! Take me home!!!" "I can't."
