He's what?
Outside my what?
House?
Mine?
Seriously???
Then it hit me.
"No fúcking way. What? Shìt. Are you serious?" I said, with doubt, excitement and happiness laced in my voice.
"Yep. Haha. Peek through your window." He instructed, his chuckle is really music into my ears. Hell no, every sound he made is music into my ears.
I can feel my heart beating so fast. I'm getting excited with the thought of meeting him. Mostly, when he's the one going to my house.
I calm myself, preparing that he might be joking.
He's joking, isn't he?
I went to stand in front of my window and saw Harry Styles standing across our house, smiling with his dimples out and waving at me.
He's wearing a black snapback, a white T-shirt, and a black ripped skinny jeans.
He keeps on beaming at me, and I could feel my insides doing cartwheels.
His smile is so bright, I almost didn't notice that the sun is setting down.
I look over to my wall clock and saw that it's almost six in the evening.
I basically spent my whole day talking with Harry Styles.
Oh my gosh.
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