unlike her // h.s [Completed]

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"So, it's a date," Sage teases, poking my side as I look through my messy closet. I turn and glare at her. "Admit it."

"No." I disagree, pulling out a plain t-shirt along with my leather jacket that comes up to my torso. "We're getting dinner."

"You're really not wearing that, are you?" She eyes the clothing in my hands.

"I told you, it isn't a date." I scoff and walk to the restroom. Her footsteps follow behind me.

"I didn't ask," she throws her hands in the air and let's them drop to her sides. "Why're ya being so defensive?" She wriggles her eyebrows.

I hit her lightly. "I'm not."

"Mhm," she hums, looking in the mirror from behind me as I pull my shirt off to change. "What's his name?"

I shove the shirt on and continue to pull my pants down to replace them with my skinny jeans. "Harry," I grunt as I pull them up over my butt. I jump and pull at the same time to get them above my waist.

"Last name?" She prides, sitting on top of the lid of the toilet.

"Styles." I reply blandly as I grab my toothbrush from the cup beside the faucet.

She lets out a laugh and snorts. I look at her, confused. "Sure, sure," she rolls her eyes. "What's his name?"

"I'm serious," I groan, squirting toothpaste onto my toothbrush. I start to brush my teeth.

"Whatever." She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. She focuses her eyes on the wall across from her.

I continue to brush my teeth, finish, and look at her. "Okay. Whine about it. If you don't believe me, I don't care." I groan and leave the bathroom. "I had no idea this dude was that known." I flop down on my couch.

Sage follows me and sits next to me, pulling her legs up onto the couch. She turns to me. "Look at me." She demands.

"Why?" I turn the telivision on.

"Because I know when you're lying, so look at me."

I give in and turn my neck towards her, inspecting her focused expression. "Are you actually going on a date with Harry Styles?"

"Not a date," I counter and she squints her eyes at me. "But yes."

She stares at me for a good five minutes before I speak up again. "He'll be picking me up here. You can look out the damn window when he gets here."

She squints and relaxes her face, pushing out a breath. "If it's actually him," she continues. "Can I meet him?"

"No." I answer quickly. She frowns and turns away from me, looking at the TV. "I don't want to freak him out. I've already agreed to go on a dat-" I catch myself as she smirks at me. "To hang out with him." I correct.

My phone buzzes and I take it from the coffee table, looking at the contact.

Unknown Number

"Must be him." I mumble, pressing the answer button.

"Put it on speaker phone!" She whispers. I wave her off. She leans in to listen to the conversation. I try to push her away but she continues to listen.

He asks me where to pick him up and I give him my address. We say a quick goodbye and I see Sage sit back quickly.

"Uh," she stutters. "That was-wha- how did you- I'm confused." She rambles.

I shush her. "What did I tell you?"

"I have to meet him, please!" She begs, grabbing both of my hands into hers. I decline multiple times but she continues to beg.