Mine For The Summer [Harry Styles]

Part 6

*Freya's Point of view*

Pretty much as soon as I got in, I ran the stairs and threw myself onto my bed. My memory foam mattress moved to mould the shape of my body and seriously- I felt like I was in heaven.

Nobody was in my house; I knew that my mum would probably be out till the early hours of the morning- as per usual.

I didn't mind this, as it meant that I could have my music on as loud as I wanted- which is exactly what I did before flopping back down onto my bed.

I laid there in a daze for a while, thinking about Harry- when I remembered that he had taken my phone off me for a while. I frantically searched my pockets and bag, finding the iPhone stuffed at the very bottom of my bag.

No sooner had I completed the 'slide to unlock' when a notification buzzed on the screen. I had received a text message from somebody saved into my contacts as 'I want my sunglasses back biatch'.

Automatically realising who the sender was, I creased with laughter- finding it a whole lot funnier than it actually was. My whole body was shaking so much that I almost dropped my phone (which wouldn't be very good considering I'd only just had the screen replaced!). Bless little Harold thinking he has 'swag'.

His text was just to remind me that he would be picking me up from my house at eight (and he would be needing my address to do that), and that he was only taking me out so that I could have a nice last memory with his glasses- IT WAS STRICTLY NOT A DATE.

I don't know what he added that last bit in for; did he honestly think that I thought he liked me?

Pfft, please.

"Harold, if you ever want to see your glasses again then stop harassing me and just pick me up from 14 Evergreen Terrace down by the old church at eight. I know you can't wait to see me but you're just gonna have to cope xo".

I quickly sent him a text back before jumping into the shower. I've always loved the feeling of boiling hot water running down my back, washing away the badness of the day. People always say that baths are more relaxing but they're just silly!

Who would pick sitting in your own filth over standing over a constant stream of luscious water as you cleared your head of all the thought for the day?

So yeah, I really love showers...

I wafted my hair with the dryer for a few minutes, not paying enough attention to it so it had dried fairly wavy. Oh forget it, who cares? It's not like I was going on a date so why should I have to do my hair.

I shoved my white shift dress with the pink flowers on and strapped my trusty ice watch onto my wristed, went over my nails with a fresh coat of gloss and quickly brushed some powder on my face.

I think I had achieved my goal- to look nice but not like I had put loads of effort into my appearance. I didn't want to harry to think that I thought I was on a date.

I heard a horning beeping from outside and my phone simultaneously buzzed from on top of my dressing table. I slipped my pink suede vans on over my white frilly socks, grabbed my phone and the all-important sunglasses and then ran out the front door and down the porch stairs.

*Harrys Point of view*

It was a cheesy move, exchanging mine and Freya's numbers into both of our phones when she wasn't looking- but it had to be done. Damn it, she was beautiful and I sure as hell wasn't going to leave that beach without knowing that I could keep in contact with her.

I sent her a text, to make sure that she knew I wasn't kidding when I said I would pick her up at eight. Thank god for my glasses, if I hadn't of taken them to the beach then I never would of had an excuse to ask her out!

I didn't really need them back. I didn't have any others but I could easily get some more. One tweet to Rayban or something and they'd probably send me some more out- not that I needed the freebie.

It's crazy! The more money you have, the less you need to use it. I guess that's just the way this backwards world works.

But anyways, Freya wearing my glasses had two advantages. The first, obviously being that I had an excuse to get her out and the second- not going to lie, she looked really fit in them.

In the text I'd made sure to include the words "this is not a date"- just in case she thought that's they way I treated all girls, like I just thought I could win them over at the drop of a hat or if that's not what Freya wanted, but honestly I kinda hoped that it would be.

At 7:30 I got the directions to Freya's from the lady who's bed and breakfast I was staying in, and jumped into the small unimpressive car that me and the lads were sharing whilst we was on holiday- we didn't want to risk using any of ours in case we were recognised.

As I pulled up outside I beeped my horn, texted her, and waited for her to come down.

I wasn't sure whether she lived in a flat or the full house, because the building was massive- and that's saying something when it comes from somebody who spends most of their time living in the best hotels money can buy.

When Freya came down the stairs- I was actually breathless.

She had a short white dress on with pink flowers, and pink vans on. I really liked the fact that she wasn't one of those girls who got all dressed up for simple occasions like going to the shop.

She had her hair down and abit wavy with very little make-up. Natural was just the way I liked my girls, and I definitely liked this girl...

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