Griselda
"gris? you in here?" a soft knock causing me to wake up.
"hmm," i mumble into the pillow my eyes still closed shut.
"boy," burrito's scratchy voice is heard as an echo.
"my parents are at work and gem left you want to go out for breakfast?"
"sure, let me just..." i let out a snore as sleep pulls me under once again.
a minute or so later i awake remembering harry's proposition.
"huh? harry you still there?"
"yeah"
"i don't hav- have any clothes-s" i murmur.
"you can wear the same clothes again like fan fiction me, who owns dozens of top name brand and might i add colorful clothing, but only wears white t-shirts and black jeans," he adds.
"people write fan fiction about you? you aren't even famous!" i point out.
"yet," he says, and i could practically see his smirk through the door.
"bitch ass white boy making me go out wearing the same clothes cause his fan fiction him does it," i grumble as i sit up and reach for my discarded clothes.
anne had washed them yesterday while i was taking a shower.
thank god for warm water and mothers.
once i finish slipping my clothes on i fumble my way to the edge of the bed and look for my worn out vans.
"you almost done?" harry knocks again.
"done," i yell back as i finish tying my shoe.
"burrito i shall see you soon...i'll bring you a bean burrito if you want," i whisper.
burrito stares at me his beady little eyes gleaming.
he then grunts and rolls away from me.
"okay"
harry opens the door swiftly.
"lets go," he says reaching for my arm and dragging me out the bedroom door, down three hallways, through the living room, through the family room, and finally out the front door.
he leads me to the passenger side of his car.
he then walks around to his side and gets in starting the car.
"what are you waiting for? get in"
"what a gentleman," i applaud as i open the door myself.
"bitch," i whisper under my breath.
"what was that?"
"i said mitch," i nod my head.
"who's mitch?"
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"the bill, sir," a tall light skinned waitress approaches our table.
"thank you," harry says, smiling across at me.
"hey and don't forget about the burrito," i remind the waitress.
she nods and stares at harry, her deep red lips curling upwards into what seemed to be a smile or a constipated look.
as she was about to speak to him, harry cuts her off.
"the burrito! lady, chop, chop," harry claps his hands ordering her.
"uh yes sir," she says and hurriedly heads toward the kitchen.
"i think she either likes you or she's constipated, one of the two," i point out.
"eh she's not my type," he replies casually.
"what is your type?"
"not her"
"okay"
"your burrito, miss," the waitress approaches once again.
"gracias," i reply taking the white foam box from her thin hands.
she gives me a forced smile and walks back into the kitchen.
"let's go," harry stands.
he goes over and pays the bill as i wait for him by the entrance/exit of the diner.
"why are we in a hurry?" i ask him as he pulls me by my arm to his car.
"i'm taking you shopping," he says.
"no thanks, clothes are my thing but you and your family spent way to much money on me already, i don't want to take advantage of your wealth," i say.
he rolls his eyes and opens the car door for me.
"thank yo-," i clap proudly, getting in as he slams the door behind me.
"rude," i say as he gets in to the car.
"i'm buying you clothes whether you like it or not," he says after a while.
"and they will be expensive as shit and you will wear them 'cause i want to be nice to someone for a change," he continues.
"nope, not gonna happen"
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Fanfiction"names, please," says a police officer as soon as harry and i reach the front desk. "griselda rios," i say with a sigh. "harry styles," harry says. "have a seat," the officer says after writing our names down. damn this is what i get for messing w...
