punk rock made me do it [harry styles]

three

We sat in the red sofa, though now were Janet nowhere in sight. But there was someone else in sight.

A tall boy with brown, curly hair. His eyes looked like the forest in that light. I hoped it did in other lights too. And he had these pink, wonderful, wonderful lips.

He must have seen me staring, because he started talking to me.

"Hi hello" he said.

"Hi hello" I said.

"Hi hello" Princess said, even though she knew he was talking to me. She just wanted to be there if he was a pervert. Because she loved perverts.

"Are you a friend of Janet's?" I asked the boy. He was wearing a green flannel, with some ripped jeans.

"Yes. We are in the same english class. How do you know her?"

"Well... " I said. "Our moms are like best friends and when we were younger, they always set up playdates and stuff, while they drank wine on the balcony."

"Later, Janet got to babysit her" Princess whispered to the curly haired boy, and she put her head on my shoulder, but I shook her off, turned around and gave her an angry look. She laughed.

"Oh" he said, "how old are you? I thought you were in college?"

"Seventeen" I said "Senior year on high school"

"Oh okay... I'm nineteen." he ran his hand through his curls " So it's only two years between us. And age is just a number, right?"

"Yeah, I guess" I said "So what's your name then?"

He smiled "Harry."