That Boy

Starbucks, sassy comments and names

A/N:
Zoe Elizabeth Sugg as Skylar Richards (picture above)

"I got a surprise for you Sky." My boyfriend Harry Styles said, as we were walking in Starbucks.

Harry and I had been dating for 4 years now. We know one another ever since we were kids and developed feelings for one another in 9th grade.

We had just started doing Biochemistry majors from King's College in our hometown, London.

Harry is a topper. Not only is he physically attractive but also, he is very intelligent. Girls go gaga over him but thankfully, he chose a loser like me over their sexy bodies.

"Oh yeah? What surprise?" I said excitedly as we sat down at our booth.

"Well you know y-"

"Hey man!" A voice startled us and we turned around to find a group of rowdy boys waving at Harry.

I groaned mentally. The only thing I dislike about Harry is his company, he hangs out with a group of ratchet boys who do nothing but party and smoke all the time.

The least to do is stay sober during the day, but they're smoking.

All. The. Time.

Though I never complain to Harry and pretend as if I love those guys. I cannot ask him to change his friends. That's rude.

"Hey brother." He replied and went over to hug them one by one. Thank you so much for ruining our moment, boys.

I also smiled at them. "Hey Skylar Roberts!" One of the guys called Liam Payne, wished me. He had a lot of tattoos on his arms, no skin was visible there.

"Richards," I corrected him, "Skylar Richards. Not Roberts." I flashed a small smile at him, before looking down.

They self invited themselves for a coffee with us and when asked for my will, I 'gladly' accepted.

They are usually a group of five but one was missing. Not that I complain not having one of them here. I'm glad at least one is absent.

Niall Horan, the tattooed, rude boy. Liam, the guy smelling of weed with tattoo sleeves and Louis Tomlinson, the nicest and most sober boy in the group after Harry. He had less tattoos and no piercings.

Harry and I were saints.
These dudes were satans.

My name is Skylar Richards and I am from London. I am the younger daughter, after my older brother Steven Richards, to my mother.

Our father died when I was 10 and Steven was 12.

Thinking about him still waters my eyes but then, I forget about him.

"Hey Skylar!" A hand touched my shoulder, I was pretty sure it was not Harry's.

I turned to the hand with a stern expression, it was Niall, my least favourite person on the planet.

"Well, learn to keep your hands to yourself, bitch." I gave him a cold and deathly stare after which he instantly removed his tattooed hand.

"We learned from Harry that it's your birthday this weekend. How old will you be? And what is the date?" Louis asked me nicely from across the table, "Oh yes. I'll turn 18 on 19th of November." I smiled at him.

"That's very old." Niall chuckled.

"Oh yeah? You're what? 12? Not really. 21, right? Yeah, that's much older than 18." I said sarcastically before he got up and left in a huff.

Harry seemed surprised because I'm never rude to people, but these boys just tick me off real bad.

"I'm planning a surprise for Sky's 18th birthday. I want it to be special." Harry smiled at me and I blushed instantly.