Harry's P.O.V.
"Shit." Kylie murmured. My hands grabbed her waist before she could go. "Who is that?" I asked her. She quickly put on the first things she saw. Which were my sweatpants, and her jacket.
"I'll be right there, Haley!" She screamed. She pulled the jacket over her shoulders, but had trouble trying to roll my sweatpants back to they were right-side-up. I stared at her ass. It was something. For a skinny girl like Kylie, she had an amazing ass, that went well with her large boobs. Such nice features that went well with her petite figure. Overall, she looked perfect. Her long straight hair hung on both sides, but she quickly put it behind her ear so she could see better. No it was hanging on one side.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She said, cracking me a cheeky smile. I laughed.
"Who's Haley?" I quietly repeated, still chuckling.
"My best friend I haven't seen since I met you. She left a week after you guys settled in because her dad got a promotion in Florida."
"Oh." I whispered, feeling quite sad 'Haley' had to ruin our moment.
I hid my waist and down under the sheets and sat up.
"HALERRRR!" Kylie screamed as she opened the door.
"KYLERRRRR!!!!!!!!" The other girl yelled back. Kylie jumped in her arms as she wrapped her legs around the girl. They hugged each other long enough for me to get bored and cough.
'Haley' dropped Kylie and she pointed over to me. "Is that..." She quickly said, gobsmacked of my presence.
Kylie nodded, giggling. "Why is Harry Styles naked in your freaking bed??" Haley asked. I looked down under the covers.
"Hey! I'm not naked!" I screamed, getting up. Haley screamed at the top of her lungs. Total fangirl, if you ask me.
"Harry Styles is in your room, almost naked, in your bed, under your sheets!" She whispered to Kylie. Kylie laughed even more, and walked over to me. I snaked my hands around her waist as she giggled like a little girl.
"Yes, Haley, I'm aware!" Kylie said, putting her arms around my neck, hands in my luscious hair.
"We kind of are... actually nothing official, but um..." Kylie looked up at me. Haley looked at both of us desperately for an answer.
"No, it is not offcial but, I was about to ask." I said, looking over to Haley. "Can you grab my phone over there, love?"
Haley snatched my phone off the table, whispering 'OHMYGOD!'. I kind of chuckled. "And record this, please."
She nodded. I looked back at Kylie, who was still staring at me. "Will you, Kylie Thompson, give me, Harry Styles, the honor of being my girlfriend?!" I asked her. Kylie's eyes widened. She jumped on me as her legs wrapped around my waist. I caught her, my hands supporting her butt.
She kissed me over and over again. "YES, YES. YES!!" She screamed. We kissed and started making out until Kylie jumped off me.
"What's the matter?" I asked her.
She signaled over to her friend, whose eyes were almost popped out of her little head, and her jaw dropped to the floor, still recording though.
I laughed, and took the phone. "Twitter?" I asked Kylie. She gulped. "You'd do that for me?" She asked, surprisingly.
"Kylie, it's a video of me announcing my love for you, and you saying yes to be my girlfriend. I'm putting it on twitter, to make our relationship official, for the whole world to see!"
She giggled, and picked up her own phone.
I quickly ran my fingers through the keypad.
@Harry_Styles: My new girlfriend @KylieThompson :) I've been in love with her since day 1, please support this, no hate! x
I sent the tweet out to the world. To tell you the truth, I was a bit scared. Every girl I liked always got so much hate. Kylie already had enough after being seen with Zayn, and even more when people saw the picture earlier today.
Kylie's P.O.V.
I checked twitter. 1 New mention. I saw Harry's tweet. I smiled, and looked up at him. He smiled back, showing me his killer smile and dimples.
I watched my followers go from 93k to a million in only seconds. I gulped. Retweeting Harry's tweet, I decided to write my own.
@KylieThompson: @Harry_Styles, Hey boyfriend! <3
YOU ARE READING
Don't cry, Harry.
FanfictionWhat could the girl, who already has everything, possibly want more? Love with a famous bad boy, of course.
