one day » hendall

002

She won't stop texting me.

*What should I wear? Ugh... Does he like white!*

You're going on a date with him... Shouldn't you find out. 

*Yeah, white would look great with your hair. You don't need to dress up too much though. He likes when girls don't try to hard. Natural beauty sort of thing.* I text on the screen between my knees. I need to get out of my living room. I need to get out of my house. I'll be lost in my thoughts all night if I hide like this.

*That's sort of cheesy don't you think? Hehehe.* My phone alerts me and I jump softly as the text tone sings.   Harry is one of the nicest guys I've ever met. He compliments me countless times and I know what he likes. But never me.  

*Haha, I guess so. Harry always makes fun of girls who worry about how they look. But I'm sure he will think you look great.* Ugh.  

*He seems like a really sweet guy... I still can't believe he asked me out! Eep hehe.* I love the new girl. She seems... Happy.   

*Yeah, it should be fun. Don't be nervous. He's a nice guy.*    

*You know. Ever since moving from New York. I didn't think I would fit in. But then I met you and I'm going on a date with him. I can't believe it. It all just feels too great. I can't thank you enough. But still, if it doesn't work out. I need to make it up to you. He's just so gorgeous.* I roll my eyes. She seems really genuine. I want to be friends with her. I just don't want her to be his girlfriend.   

*I hope it works out for you too. No need to make it up to me, it's nothing.* I decide to take a shower. I need to clear my head. She'll be leaving soon anyways. I wonder what he'll be wearing.   

Before I get in the shower my phone rings and I groan.  

"What now..."   Harry's name comes on the screen. I turn the water off and quickly grab the phone.  

"Hello?"  

"Hey Mads." His breathing is slow and I can picture him going through his closet.  

"I was just getting in the shower... Is it an emergency?"  

"So you're naked." I can hear his smirk on his lips. He's my best friend but I always sort of loved his perverted comments.

"Harry." I giggle and grab a towel to hold it up to my body. I'm in my bathroom but I can't help but feel insecure and hide myself, as if he was about to walk in.  

"My bad." He mocks me, "But I need your advice I don't know what to wear."  

"Harry." I laugh, repeating his name. "I don't know what you should wear. You look good in everything." I wince at my comment and he's quiet on the other end.  

"Well yeah, obviously." He laughs quietly, "But really... I don't know what to wear. Did she say what she was going to wear?"  

"How did you know she was asking about your date?"  

"Mads, she texted you like four times while I was sitting with you."  

"Oh right... She's a little nervous. But I can't tell you, that will ruin the surprise."  

"Just a hint, please..."  

"Okay, she's wearing white."   I can almost see his smirk at the idea of the petite red head wearing a tight white dress.   "Don't get any ideas, Styles." I say before leaning on the counter.  

"Fine fine. So should I wear white? I don't want to dress up too much... Shit, Mads. I need you here." His innocent way of needing my advice makes my stomach do a tiny twist. I need him more.  

"I'm naked remember?"  

"So? You should be comfortable like that around me. You have a nice body."  

I bite down on my lip and shake my head, "Well as much as I appreciate the compliment, Harry. I think you should wear a nice button up. Maybe that navy one your mom got you. Wear jeans with it. Make sure you rustle your hair a little bit. I'm sure you'll look ho- good in it." I talk picturing his closet. I know most of his outfits, I'm with him almost every day. Plus sometimes he makes me fold his laundry.   

"Hmm, see. That's good. Maybe you should take a shower and I'll come over for your opinion."  

"Ugh, you're going to make me rush now. But y-yeah that's fine."   

"Thanks Mads." He smiles and hangs up the phone.   It doesn't help that the boy lives four houses down from me. He literally shows up at my house any chance he can get. But I don't mind, I never mind. 

 (AN: The chapters won't be as short after this. Pinky promise.)