Chloe's P.O.V.
Ugh I hate being sick. My whole face feels like a thousand times heavier. At least my mom is letting me stay hone today. I remove my covers off of me and I stand up and walk over to my closet to get dressed for the day. I slip on clean undergarmets, blue skinny jeans, a navy blue T-shirt, and some white ankle socks. I walk over to my stand and grab my brush. Once I'm done brushing my hair I put it up into a loose bun and I grab my phone before going downstairs to get some breakfast and to take my Medicine.
The hard wood floor of the kitchen is cold on my feet so I slip on my dads slippers. I walk over and open the fridge and I grab my medicine. After I fill up the little cup, I hold my nose and drink. I mean its not that bad...its bubblegum.
My belly starts to rumble and I search the freezer before finding my French toast sticks. Their my favorite. I lay five of them on a paper plate and I toss them into the microwave. As they cook I pick up my phone off of the table and I text my best friend Amy.
Me- Hey can you pick up my school work and bring it by later?
Amy- Of course! I hope you feel better boo.
Me- Thanks.
Man I love her. the microwave dings and I scurry over and pull those suckers out. I swear they are like my addiction. I squirt some syrup on them and I grab a fork before digging in.
After a few hours of watching television it is around two and the mail man came so I decided to go s check it since I ran out of episodes of 90210. Its a show on Netflix that you should consider watching.
I regretted opening the door because the wind hit me right in the face. I didn't know March would be so windy. I walked out and opened the mailbox grabbing whatever that was inside. I ran back inside and I laid everything on the kitchen counter. Man I'm bored.
Two thirty Cam and I was expecting Amy any minute. She should have been here by now.
Me- Hey where are you???
Amy- Sorry I meant to text you but my brother Harry is dropping your stuff off.
Me- OMG!!! You gave him my address???
Amy- Sorry sweet cheeks your the one with a crush on him even though he is twenty four and your sixteen.
Me- That's them legal age of consent bitch!!!
Amy- Lol.
So yeah I may have a tiny crush on her older brother Harry. He knows it too and takes advantage of it. Its not like his name is written throughout my diary or anything.
I hear a hard knock on the door and I know its Harry because when he comes over he says "Babe let me in". I got up and walked over to the door opening it to see Harry with his usual smirk plastered on his face.
Harry- Good afternoon love.
Me- Hi...Harry.
Harry- Don't be shy love. Even though you look cute.
My cheeks got red and a chuckle came out of Harry's soft plump lips and oh how I would like to kiss them all day until they fell off.
Harry squeezed by me leaving his scent trail behind him...oh god. He sat my books down on the kitchen counter and he turned to look at me. He touches my forehead with his palm and gave me a sympathetic look.
Harry- You busy tomorrow?
Me- No why?
Harry- There is a party at my friends house. Do you wanna go?
Me- Yeah...sure.
Harry- Okay I'll pick you up at eight.
Me- Okay.
Harry- Bye love...stay sexy.
My cheeks got hot and he did his famous smirk. After that he left and I closed the door behind him. Its weird but we have actually never hugged. Like ever.
