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chapter 3

|Harry|

The drive home was a comfortable silence. She hummed to every song on the radio, and we were about 40 minutes from my house. She tapped her finger on the door, looking out the window at all the dim lights on the almost empty freeway.

"So Rosie, I'm guessing you'll need clothes?" she turns and looks at me, "yea, I will." She says. "I don't know how ill get any." She looks in front of us. I drive into a mall parking lot. She raises an eyebrow and looks to me.

"Ill get you some."I tell her smiling. "I brought my card. I can buy them." She says as she unbuckled and jumps out before I can get her door.

"No, I said I would get you some. Not you get yourself some. Big difference." I chuckle. She rolls her eyes and I grab the door for her.

I take her in numerous stores, I can tell she doesn't like to shop. I don't either. We end up at Forever 21. She roams around and stops with a smile on her face, she grabs like a ton of old bands and singer T-shirts, plus like five pairs of ripped skinny jeans in black, white, and three different colors of denim. That was simple.

I pull her over to the shoes and tell her to pick two pairs then pick more if she wants. I have her try on a pair of studded and zipped combat boots. Plus white chucks. She smiles and we leave the mall in general.

She sighs and relaxes when we sit in my old cramps Range Rover. This thing sucks, the a/c, heater, and CD player doesn't work. Plus it takes at least two tries to start.

"I'm just gonna assume you don't like shopping either." She nods her head. "That's one thing my mom doesn't like about. Outta the many." She whispers to her self. What does her mom not like about her? She great so far.

We drive listening to the music. She hums every word. She can really remember lyrics.

"What shirts did you get, like the artist?" I break the silence.

"Hmm... oh I got Pink Floyd, AC DC, Nirvana, The Ramones, and Blondie. Just oldies. The music I like." She shrugs listing off the artist.

"Well out of them who do you like the most?" I look at her and smile. Her concentrating on her answer.

"I guess AC DC." She looks at me and I look at her and shake my head.

"What? why ya shaking your head?" she giggles and furrows her eyebrows and smiles, a dimple dents in her left cheek.

"You. your adorable when you think. Just saying." I see her blush a crimson red. I pull a face.

"You got some blush on your face. Is that cause I said adorable? Cause if so, that's cute. Even a bit hot." I let that last sentence slip my mouth. My eyes widen and I look at her.

|Rosie|

I blushed cause no one has ever called me adorable. Let alone pretty. Except Peter, and I've never liked him like that, now I despise him.

Then he said I was cute, that made my day. "-Even a bit hot." He whispers. His eyes go wide and he looks at me.

"I-I-I me-ean- Look! we're here. Yay!" he awkwardly fist pumps and I burst out with the laughter I've been holding since he told me I was adorable and pulled that dumb face. I see my car in his driveway.

"Yay!" I tell him back. I see my phone light up on the floor and go to pick it up and hit my forehead on the dash board. Shit this hurts. I rub my head and laugh at my clumsiness. "Ouch. I'm so clumsy." I pick up my phone and search for its neon green case.

"Need help?" I turn and see Harry with my door open, smirking at me.

"I can't find my phone case. It's neon Green." I jump out, actually more like fell out and search for it under the seat. No luck.

|Harry|

She slipped out and went searching for her case under the passenger seat. I stood back and looked at her. My eyes landing on her bum, staring like a perv. She huffs and I realize I zoned out.

"Yes! Found it!" she closes the car door and waves her small fingers in my face.

"Ya there?" she looks and chuckles. "Uh yea. Lets get inside." We walk up the stairs and I unlock the door, thankful mum isn't at my house. I shouldn't have given her a key.

I look at Rosie and she shivers with a smile. "Thanks for letting me stay. It means a lot." I open the door and she walks in slowly.

"No problem. I want you to." I truthfully say. Once I close the door I show her my room. I'll be sleeping on the couch. There's a flat screen down there.

"Why are you showing me your room?" she spins on her toes. Her hair swinging and laying gently on her back.

"I'm sleeping on the couch. And you can sleep in here." I shrug and look at her.

"No your not. I'm gonna sleep on the couch. That's your bed. So you sleep in it. And I refuse to sleep in your bed." I shake my head. And put my hands up in surrender.

"Fine. That couch is as hard as a rock." I smile and we walk back to the living room.

"You wanna watch some movies? I have tons." I open the cabinet filled with movies.

"Sure." She comes over to see. "You choose." I look down slightly to her eyes. I have this urge to kiss her so badly, but that would be uncalled for.

"Um.. I'm not sure either." I tell her, there are over a hundred movies. "I guess close your eyes, and randomly select one from the front." She says looks up at me, her hazel eyes so innocent.

"Ill choose from the back you from the front." I suggest.

"Good thing I'm choosing from the front cause I can barely even touch the back." She chuckles and shakes her head.

We close our eyes and choose movies, she picked out "Up" it is a good movie. I chose "Men In Black" which is a good movie.

"Do like this one?" I show her the movie and she shakes her head. "That my all time favorite."

We head over to the DVD player and pop in Up. I make popcorn and put it in a bowl.

Her eyes fix on the tv screen. Her body moves slightly in a shivering movement. I finally feel the cool air hit my skin, the air conditioner on high.

"Here ill be right back, you can start the movie." She shrugs her shoulders and put a piece of popcorn in her mouth.

I move down the thin hallow the cabinet in search of blankets. The only clean one is my big black one. It's my least favorite its fluffy, plus tickles my skin nonstop. But I'm pretty cold.

I come back, she didn't start the movie and see her pop another piece in her mouth.

"I'm back, I saw you looked cold. And I'm cold too. There weren't any others. So we have to share it I guess."

I've never been nervous with girls. But with Rosie, I get these moments when I can't speak when I want to, I get nervous and my palm start to sweat and, then she looks at me with her hazel eyes that look so innocent, and sweet.

I press play and we watch the movies.

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Halfway through men in black Rosie fell asleep. Her head falling on my shoulder.

My eyes get that heaviness on them. Like weights are stacked on your eyelids.