Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

27. Little Black Dress

Honestly yesterday I would say is one of Harry and I's best days, we had just talked. And I couldn't ask for it to go better.

It was 4 hours passed noon and I was on the couch eating Nutella out of the jar with a spoon and just feeling lazy.

"Change of plans for tonight" Harry walked in getting my attention, "We are going to a concert"

"Why?" I complained with a mouthful of Nutella.

"Because I promised Gen I would go to her a show with her boyfriend" he said sounding uninterested in what it was we were going too.

"Gen?"

"Yeah, it won't be weird right?"

"I guess not" I leaned up setting the jar on the coffee table in front of me.

"She feels awful you know"

"For something you did?" I stifled a laugh.

He shrugged, "She's that kind of person"

"I guess I can't really be mad at her since it is your fault"

"I thought we were passed this!" he held his hands out in defense.

I giggled licking my fingers of any left over Nutella, "When are we getting there?"

"In like an hour or so" he responded reaching for the Nutella and sticking his finger inside licking off the chocolate.

I scrunched up my nose, "You can't use a spoon?"

He shrugged, "It's a waste of silverware" he snickered

"You're contaminating it!" I joked snatching it out of his hands.

He stuck his tongue out at me licking his thumb and exiting into the bedroom, I rested my feet on the coffee table flipping through channels when I heard my phone ring.

I didn't want to get off my comfortable position so I just let it ring.

"Your phone's ringing!" Harry called. I groaned not wanting to get up, he came in with my ringing phone in hand looking annoyed, "Are you going to answer it?"

I waved my hand not wanting to be disturbed ray the moment, Harry shrugged going back into the room and the ringing stopped.

After watching the pointless tv show I didn't like about the teacher I knew I was bored because I was halfway through the episode.

"I thought you didn't like this show?" Harry walked in with a curling brush in his hand.

"I don't, that's why I'm going to find something else to do with my time" I turned off the television.

"I know something you're going to do" he began, I turned around as he motioned to the brush he was holding, "I need you to do my hair"

"Why don't you do it?"

"I don't know how"

"Then I'll show you" I got up reaching for the brush grabbing his hand and taking him into the hallway bathroom. "Sit" I said patting the toilet.

He followed my instructions and I made him turn to look at the mirror cabinet so he can see what I was doing.

"First just put" I held up the bottle in his hand trying to read the label, "Whatever this is in you hair"

I heard him chuckle making me smile, "Do you know how to work a dryer?" I asked pulling his hair back having him close his eyes.

"Nope" Harry opened them looking up to me.