Mia's POV
"It's gonna be a fucking long day." I slouch in my chair.
"Hey babe." Harry said.
"Fuck off." I said.
"We're suppose to spend 2 months together remember?" Harry smirked.
"Urgh." I said.
So, according to Damon's fucked up rule, we're suppose to live in this god damn huge house. Harry is suppose to bring me out on fucking dates, I'm suppose to be nice to him and I have to be seen with him in school.
DAMN YOU DAMON AND YOUR FUCKED UP RULE.
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"So, mom, dad, this is Harry. My Truth or Dare... thingy." I said.
"Hello Harry! My daughter said that you guys have to spent two months together because of a truth or date game?" My mom asked.
He smiled, "Yes, Mrs Carrero."
"Well, have fun!" I can see my mom trying to hold in a smirk.
"Go pack your stuff or I will do it for you." Harry said.
I walked and gave him a middle finger with my back facing him.
I packed my daily shit in my carry-on luggage.
Its not big, just normal.
It took me 10 minutes to pack.
"That's fast." He said.
"What do you expect? For me to be like Cara or Sasha?" I snap.
"Chill, that was a compliment." He said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Quite the sassy one huh?" He said.
"Keep your bloody mouth shut or you won't hands." I said.
He 'zipped' his lips and handed me the 'key'.
I threw it away.
He did hand signals like 'WHY DID YOU THROW IT!?'
I laughed.
"Drive." I said.
He scoffed.
"Quite the baby huh?" I mocked.
I earned a middle finger from him.
It was a Sunday, so I decided to hang with Cara.
"Hey Cara." I called her
"SUP HOMIE." I heard Jake yell.
"Hey Jake. Cara, do you wanna hang today?" I asked.
"Can't, Jake planned something." I could hear her grinning away.
"Oh, ok. Have fun." I said.
"Will do. Sorry Mia." She said.
I called Sasha.
"Hey Mia!" Sasha said cheerfully.
"Hey sash. Wanna hang?" I asked.
"Sure! But I'm gonna go do tattoo." Sasha said.
"Okay. Dans'?" I asked.
"Yeah." She said.
"K. I'll be there." I said.
"See you later Mia!" Sash said.
"Bye. I'm gonna go to Dan's tattoo place."
"Can I come?" He asked.
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Game On, Styles
Fanfiction"Let's play a game." "What game?" "Whoever falls in love with each other first loses." "Game on styles."
