When I wake up I'm greeted with singing. I jump up quick and open my door slowly and quietly so that I can get a peek. "Okay since the set-up is in Calum's house we can write songs here and use my guitar." Everyone nods and grab a note pad. They begin singing again. "I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted...'cause I'm not fine at all." Luke sang. Micheal shakes his head, " it needs something or someone needs to it instead." I pull back and they began talking about the part and I go throw some shorts on. I slowly creep out of my door and head to the kitchen. "Ah, some else who can throw in their 2 cents." I stop before they could say my name. "Are you guys talking about me?"
Ashton gets a smile along his face," Yeah, actually...umm...who do you think should sing the part?" I walk over and grab a cup of coffee. "Calum." I say as I take a sip of my drink. "Okay, Calum let us hear it." Calum takes a breath and sings the part. "okay, well I'll be in my room getting ready for work." I take my mug and walk towards my room. They continue to talk after I leave the room. I finish putting on my make-up and grab a white crop top and black jeans with brown boots. As I head out of my room and go for the front door my phone goes off. "hello?"
"Hey, is this Jamie?"
"yes it is."
"oh good. This is harry."
"oh hey, long time no see." I laugh.
"I know, I have to tell you something in person. Is there any time that can work for you?"
"well, I have work and I don't get off until about eight."
"where do you work i'll swing by and pick you up for dinner."
"don't make fun of me, but I work at the record shop off of 49th street."
He chuckles, "okay I'll be there a little before eight." A smile comes across my face and I become gitty. "Okay, I'll see ya then. Bye." "Bye." I hang up the phone and head out before I'm late for work.
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It's a little before eight and the bell for the door goes off. "Well hello there." The voice said. I look up from sorting records. "hey!" I say all excited to see harry. "So, are you ready?" I nod, "Let me go grab my bag." He nods and walks back outside, but out of the corner of my eye he puts on sunglasses and a hat. I walk out and lock the door to the store. " So whats with the disguise?" Harry looks at me and does a half smile. "That's part of what I want to talk to you about." We walk down the street and go into a small diner. "okay, so what do you want to talk about?"
Harry wipes his hands on his pants. "I meant to tell you before, but you know things came up." I look at him. "Um...I'm kinda in a world famous band." I throw him a look, "Oh yeah, what are you in Maroon 5?" he chuckles, "Not exactly," he takes off the glasses and the his hat, "my last name is.." he gets cut off by a small group of girls. "Oh my gosh! You're Harry styles! Can you sign this please?" he smiles, nods, and signs what he can. "Let's...uhh...get out of here before we're swarmed." We get up and a car is waiting just outside.
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I get home and I can still hear music playing. "Well well well look what the cat dragged in." I turn around to see Ashton alone in the house. "When did they leave you?" he takes a sip of whatever he's drinking. "An hour before you got here. Why did you stay out longer?" I take a seat on the couch. "Oh you know just talking to Harry Styles." Ashton puts down his drink and looks at me with a serious face. "What? THE Harry Styles?!" I slowly nod, "I can't believe it, but he leaving for tour and he didn't want to leave without telling me first." Ashton sits next to me, "I know this be wrong to say and I know you don't have to do it if you don't want to, but would you be willing to tell him or any of the guys about us?"
I scowl at him. "I just found out today and you already asking for favors? It's not like I've been dating him for years. I can't just say that to him or the boys." Some how something clicked into his brain. "Let's make a date." Before anything else is said I get up and walk to my room. I know that he followed me. "No I'm not gonna go out with Harry." I hear him sigh, "dang, but not him," I turn to Ashton, "me."
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Dang I've been neglectful with this, but I hope this makes up for lost times.
I hope your ready, because I am.
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Roommates
FanfictionAshton's body language changes. He pulls his arm away. "Are you kicking me out?" I start to chuckle. "I'm not kicking you out. I was going to say let's give it a shot. You and I. Us." *MAY CONTAIN BAD LANGUAGE*