Running Away // H.S //

THIRTY THREE

I woke up, half of my body on top of my body pillow. The first thing I do is of course, check my phone.

And of course, check my messages from Harry.

Harry: wanna go out on a date with me? ;)

Harry: pizza and chill or Netflix and chill? ;)

Me: well good morning to you too Harold

Me: and stop winking

Harry: afternoon to you too

Harry: pizza or Netflix and cHILL?

Me: uhhh

Me: pizza

Harry: *sighs*

Harry: alright ill pick you up.

Me: wait what

Me: i thought we were staying at my place

Harry: no

Harry: we're going out

Harry: Thats why its called a date.

Me: well some dates are at home

Harry: yeah but,

Harry: You need to get out of the house more.

Me: literally rolling my eyes rn

I yawn, rubbing my eyes. I hate getting ready. I got out of my bed and took a shower. Then, I slipped on a dress that was appropriate for this date.

I walk out of my room and went downstairs. Owen was at the living room on his phone.

"Where you going?" he asks, not taking his eyes off his phone.

"Out on a date." I say more of like a question. Then I remembered that i haven't told any of my family members that I'm back with Harry.

"Can i have 40 from you?" he stood up and finally looked me in the eye.

I take a look of his eyes, "Your eyes? Whats wrong?" I moved closer to get a better look, His eyes were red as ever and loopy, as if he was doing drugs. "This is the second time I've seen your eyes like this." I cup his cheek.

He removes my hand away from his face, "Can I have 40 or not?"

"Quit dodging my question and answer me." I say sternly.

He looks at me hesitantly, "I didn't get enough sleep last night. Can I get my 40?"

I sigh, "I'm broke, Owen."

"Oh c'mon, your not broke."

I open my wallet and got 40 out, "Don't spend it on useless shit."

A knock on the door made me jump.

I look back at Owen, he was already running up the stairs to his room.

I open the door and got greeted by a hot curly haired boy with a big smile plastered on his face, holding a bouquet of roses.  

"Oh classic," I laugh and took the roses. "Thanks, Haz." I tiptoed and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Well don't you look beautifully hot." He pulls me to him and planted a kiss on my forehead, "Easy for me to take off later." He smirks. I Slap his shoulder as he fake pained. "Lets go?"