Harry.

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alive- one direction

22 - Taylor Swift

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'ding ding ding.' my phone starts ringing.

'Hey emmaaa.' Jessica shouts down the phone.

'hey jess, what's up?'

'Nothing just wanted to see if you're going to the party tonight at our houseee?' 

'Dunno.. maybe?' I say, bored of sitting in the dorm room

'c'mon live a little chicka. Please go, i haven't seen ya in a few days eitherrrrr!'Jessica shouts down the phone, I seriously think some is a bit tipsy *cough* Jessica *cough*

'fineee. What time?' I ask

'umm.. let's see.. around 7:30? Harry's coming too so I'm sure he won't mind taking you with him.' She giggles and I roll my eyes not clearly want that giggle means.

'Jess, for like the millionth time, me and harry are not seeing eachother.' 

'Sure.. what ever you say emma.' She says sarcastically.

'yeah bye jess. and take some aspirin.' I say and hang up.

i look at the clock at it's coming up to 5 so I decide to start getting ready.

I walk into the bathroom and strip while walking into the shower. The hot water instantly relaxes my tense muscles and I stay in the shower for about 20 minutes until I decide to get out. 

I walk back into the room with only a towel around my body, thank god harry is away out and won't be back to 7.

I open up my wardrobe and look at my clothes. I don't really have a lot of what you call 'clubbing' clothes. My wardrobe is full of  jeans, leggings and sweat pants. along with tank tops and jumpers. 

I pull out a nice floral dress that I had bought last summer that hugged my curves just right and a pair of white converse. comfort is everything in my book.

I decide just to leave my hair in it's wavy/curl state and apply some make up.

after an hour and a half later I am finally done and it was coming up to 10 past 7 and Harry still isn't back.

I sigh and sit down on my bed and scroll through twitter, bored.

The door opens and slams and Harry comes in. 

He turns round and his eyes starts raking up and down my body, I hate when he does that.

he licks his lips and the sides of his mouth curves up into a grin.

'You ready?' harry asks, when he's finally finished glaring at me. I seriously like he is a pervert.

'yeap.' I answer, looking questionably at his outfit of a pair of grey sweat pants and a t-shirt.

'I'm going to get ready, will only take me 5 minutes.' Harry says, as if he could read my thoughts.

5 minutes later, harry comes out of the bathroom wearing black skinny jeans and a white tight white t-shirt  looking a little bit attractive. quite attractive? ok, very attractive!

'take a picture babe, it'll last longer.' Harry remarks and winks. I blush and turn away pretending to look at my phone.

'C'mon let's go.' Harry grabs his jacket and motions  for me to come out the door.