Gold Digger H.S

Nineteen

After Thanksgiving it began getting colder and colder. Harry and I had started hanging out more after that night of getting ice cream. Everyday we had lunch together, and I started inviting him over to Noah and I's place for dinner. Well, it was now also Louis's place since he lived there.

"How about this, name five movies you would have on this island," Harry said laughing. We were playing some game off of the internet while eating our lunch at my work. "The Fault in our Stars, Mean Girls," Harry then stopped me. "Oh god, don't tell me you're one of those girls!" Harry whined, I started laughing.

"What? It's a good movie," I tell him. "No, it's terrible. Pick new movies," I shake my head no. "Okay, what would your movies be?" I ask Harry back. "The Breakfast Club," I interrupt him before he can finish.

"You can have Breakfast Club but I can't have Mean Girls?" Harry starts to laugh, as he does I admire him and I lean in to press my lips against his. We had only kissed a couple times but this time had been different. I felt there was more passion behind this kiss. We pulled away shortly after, Harry still had his cocky grin on his face while my cheeks begin to flush.

"You're to cute," Harry tells me. I turned my gaze to my food and begin eating again. "Would you like to come over to my house this afternoon?" Harry asked me. "Maybe after dinner at my place? Noah invited over some old friend and he is making me stay for dinner. Maybe you can come along and after we can go to your place?" I offer, Harry nods in agreement. "You buy the wine though," I tell him.

"Of course, I'll get the good kind." Lunch ended shortly after that, Harry left promising to see me tonight. I continued to work until it was time to go home. "Mary, my mom told me to tell you that Friday we have a fashion show and they want a clothing line by you on the show case. They need a clothing line by tomorrow," Noah tells me as I pack up.

"Tomorrow, I can't make something over night!" I exclaim, starting to freak out. "You'll be fine, just whip up one of your old clothing lines that Ms. Grant turned down." Noah made it sound as if it was easy.

"Are you gonna tell me who's coming over?" I ask Noah. "No, cause then you will refuse to come. It's an old friend." I had a bad feeling about this, but I trusted Noah.

I drove Noah and I home, he blasted his music while I tried convincing him to tell me who was coming over. When I got to the apartment Louis was cooking the meal, Noah started cleaning the place while I got ready. After I was dressed nicely, I started cleaning the apartment while Noah got ready. Next was Louis, Noah and I set the table while Louis got ready. There was a knock on the door, "That's Harry! I'll get it," I say excitedly. "You invited Harry?" Noah asked freaking out.

"He brought wine," I say trying to bargain with him. I go to open the door and there stood harry with wine in his hands. "Am I early?" He asks with a smirk in his voice. "Not at all, come in." He takes off his coat and lays it on a chair while I put both bottles of wine on the dinner table. There was another knock on the front door.

I didn't realize how nervous I was until just then. Harry had wrapped his arm around me, I was glad he did. My insides were exploding and I couldn't focus. "Are you okay?" Harry whispers to me. "You're gripping onto me pretty hard." I just nod my head and mumble a sorry.

"Liam," Noah exclaims as he opens the door. He didn't, I almost fall limp but instead harry is there keeping me up. Now my full support is on Harry. "Hey Noah!" Noah allows Liam to come into our apartment. Liam's gaze shifts to me. He looks me up and down, I'm able to stand on my own now. I still hug into Harry. "Mary," Liam says nodding his head slightly. "Noah, why did you bring this dough bag here?" I couldn't help but be rude. "Mary, he is here as a friend. No harm, right Liam?"