Gold Digger H.S

Seventeen

The next morning I got up an hour before Harry, he ended up falling asleep on the bed so I took the couch. I didn't want Harry to see me at my worst, immediately when I stand the headache hits me.

To: Perrie
Thanks, headaches are bitches.

I grab my clothes, makeup, and hair products to shower. I didn't take long in the shower, after I showered my headache wasn't all the way gone. I curled my hair again, and did my makeup. I wore another fedora that matched my black cloths.

Then I put on my sandals that tied just above my ankle. When I walk out of the bathroom harry is just waking up. I'm mesmerized by him, he is shirtless. His tattoos are on display for me to see, all of them. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I hear the smirk in his tone.

"Get up and get dressed," I grumble then shove my dirty cloths and my other things into my suitcase. I hear him go into the bathroom and water starts running. I take this time to call Noah.

"Hello," he answers a couple seconds later. "Hey, how's it going while I'm not there?" I ask him. "Great, I don't have to deal with your annoying voice!" He says in a joking matter. "You miss me! How's Louis?"

"He's great, we're great! Everything great," his tone is cheerful. "You guys had sex last night," I interrupt him before he can say more. "Maybe," is all Noah says.

"How was Perrie's party last night?" "How did you know?" I ask clearly confused. "You drunk texted me, something about a purple banana being shoved into an apple." I can't help but laugh.

"Harry asked if there was any parties around here so I texted Perrie." I explain, "That's not good. You had to say something embarrassing." Odd enough, I didn't care if I said anything embarrassing.

All I seemed to care about was my headache that wouldn't go away. "I'm not sure honestly, I think I'm more worried about my headache. Everything was a blur last night, I remember some moments and other moments just left me." The water in the bathroom stops.

"I got to go, Harry is out of the shower!"

"Go fuck him!" Noah shout through the phone while I hang up. Moments later Harry is walking out with a towel around his waist. "Damn it, Harry!" I shout, "Get cloths on." Harry smirks at my response.

"I didn't hear complaining this morning, now did I?" I'm quite and he takes that as a yes then goes on to get cloths. "You aren't wearing heels today?" I look down at my feet. "No, I didn't bring any heels that would match my outfit." He nods, "Your a crazy drunk, you know that?"

"Did I say something embarrassing?" I question him. He just shakes his head and goes back into the bathroom.

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When the cab pulled up to my parents apartment complex i just wanted him to go on and not drop us off. I could already see my grandma and grandpas car here. I didn't see my sisters car, yet, so that was a good sign.

I lead Harry up to the apartment. "Before we go in," I tell Harry as we're standing in front of my parents apartment door. Before I can continue the door is being opened by my grandma. "I thought I heard Marry-Anne's voice! Come here," she pulls me into a death crushing hug.

"Hi grandma," I say with the little breath I have. She let's go of me then diverts her attention to Harry. "You must be Marry-Anne's boyfriend!" Harry doesn't get to reply before my grandma is giving him a hug.

"Ma, let the poor boy alone! We don't want him to run off before he tastes your cooking!" My mom says coming to the door. My grandma is a terrible cook, always has been. She's at least made someone sick every year.