Miley's POV
"Miley! Wake up!"
I open my eyes to see Shay jumping on my bed, almost crushing my stomach.
"What? What?!" I sit up, waving my arms around a little too dramatically.
"Mike and I are going for a late lunch. Damn, you've been sleeping forever."
"And your point is?" I ask, wanting to rush this conversation.
"The point is that Harry is going to be there. I know he likes you. And I think you might like him too."
"No. No. He hates me and I want nothing to do with him. Besides, he just got through a breakup. Give him some space." I carelessly get off the bed and walk into the bathroom.
"Please come along? I'll feel weird and awkward if it's just me, Mike and Harry. Please, Miley?"
Shay sticks out her bottom lip and pretends to be upset.
I sigh. "Fine."
"Yay!" She hugs me then begins digging through her clothes.
After dressing in leggings, converse, a plain black tee and throwing my hair up in a pony tail, i head out the door with Shay.
"Where are we even going? I look horrible," I complain.
"I don't know, Mike is outside. He said it's a surprise."
"Does he even know I'm coming along?"
"Yes, of course. You're my best friend."
..
I instantly feel Harry's eyes on me when we walk outside to Mike's rather large car.
Fuck fuck fuck this is going to be awkward.
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Harry's POV
"What the hell is she doing here," I mumble under my breath as I watch Miley and Shay walk out of the apartment building.
"Mike!" Shay yells once she's in the car.
I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat. Thank God I sat in the back. I wouldn't want to hear Shay ramble on about her life that I clearly have no interest in.
Miley shifts uncomfortably in the seat next to me and I look over at her.
"Hey," I say, trying to make conversation.
"Hi." She doesn't look at me.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just tired."
"I can tell. You look like shit," I try to joke.
Miley looks at me and the look on her face tells me she took it seriously.
"Hey, I was just kidding. Take a joke," I chuckle.
She still refuses to look at me.
"I didn't mean it, Miley," I say, grabbing her arm, trying to make her look at me.
She only shakes me off and I slump down in my seat.
"Take a joke," she says, smirking.
"Good one," I sarcastically remark, flipping her off.
We both laugh and Mike and Shay look back at us.
"You two alright?" Shay asks, some of her black hair blocking her light brown eyes.
"Yeah," I say, looking over at Miley, who meets my eyes.
She quickly looks away.
What's up with her?
She's weird.
But a good weird.
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We end up going to a restaurant that apparently has the best sandwiches.
While walking in, a man rudely pushes past Miley.
She doesn't say anything.
Of course she doesn't.
"Hey, man. Watch where you're fucking going," I growl at him when he passes me.
"Fuck off," he spats.
"The fuck you say?" I try to go after him but I feel a small hand wrap around my arm.
"Harry, no." It's Miley.
"He ran into you like you weren't even there. He could have at least apologized," I try to explain.
"It's okay, Harry. He didn't mean to."
I let her lead me to the table Shay and Mike are seated at.
I sit down, calming myself as I mess with a straw wrapper.
"What's wrong?" Mike asks, taking a sip of his drink.
"Men are pricks."
"You know you're a man, right? And I am too?" He half laughs.
"Yes. I am fully aware. We're pricks."
"You might be, but I'm not."
Is he really trying to argue with me?
"No, you're a prick," I press.
"Dude, no I'm not. Who's the one who sleeps with a different girl every night? Who's the one who likes to lead girls on for the hell of it? Who's the one who got drunk and-"
"Enough!" I shout, earning unwanted attention.
My breathing is fast and unsteady and I have to hold myself down before I reach over the table and punch Mike right in the nose.
"You're. A. Prick. End of story," I say before getting up and finding the nearest exit.
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