~Natalie's P.O.V~
"Why'd you have to call somebody to get your car? Why couldn't you just.. Call a cab?" I ask, walking beside Harry.
"Uh.." He says, scratching the back of his neck. "Um.. My dad.. works for.. somebody. Yeah. He does small favors us here and there. No big deal."
"Harry," I walk closer to his face. "Are you hiding something from me?"
"N-No."
"Harry..."
"It's no big deal, alright? Just go get dressed."
I slightly furrow my eyebrows, and walk inside and upstairs.
I look through my closet. Finally, I find it.
A multicolored tank top, along with some shorts and sandals. Then for the final touches, a grey short- sleeved cardigan and a bracelet my mother gave me.
"Perfect." I whisper to myself.
"Perfect indeed." Harry's voice scares me. I hitch my breath in my throat and turn around to a SMIRKING HARRY!
"That's the most annoying thing ever." I grumble.
"What?"
"That smirk. Get it off your face before I punch it off." I joke, holding up my face.
Harry shakes his head and laughs.
"Let's go." He says, taking my hand and leading me down the stairs. When we reach the bottom of the stairs, we see a very angry...
Louis.
"You're not going anywhere, prick." He grumbles.
