Good Boy//h.s.

.9

It's New Years my dudes. AHHHHHHHHHH!(if you know where that from we should be friends). I'm weird okay and I'm sorry.
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Harry's POV:

”Just go over there and ask her on the stupid date." I was currently balancing on a chair, hanging up Christmas lights to avoid going across the street and possibly embarrassed myself.

"I'm doing something at the moment, so it will have to wait." I stumbled a little bit, making my heart fall out my ass momentarily. These lights are never going to go up, noting how clumsy I am.

"I know you're stalling, Harry." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I am not stalling. Just buying some time so I can actually think about what the fuck I was trying to do.

A.k.a. stalling.

"I don't know what to say to her, Liam. I can easily fuck this up. It's basically what I do for a living." I fell on the couch letting out a huff, pouting.

Liam and I have been mates since freshman year. I was the transfer student with the British accent. I got attention instantly. Mostly from girls. But that attention turned bad when they noticed how weird I was.

I was short and scrawny. An easy target to get picked on and beaten up. I was hopeless until popular guy Liam stepped in and told everyone to leave me alone. The bullying stopped a bit when we become friends. I was still teased a lot, but Liam will never know that.

It was the summer after junior year when my looks caught up to my age. I grew taller, some muscles, my voice got deeper, and my acne faded away. I came in senior year and everyone looked at me like I was another person.

But it was too late, I graduated and raised my middle fingers up high to all those fake motherfuckers. Now me and Liam are attending college together and I've honestly never felt so at ease in my entire life.

"You said she likes you right? Even though she knows how much of a fucking nerd you are?" Hurtful.

"Yeah, your point?" I asked. Pulling at the fabric of my couch. Smelling it before pulling a face.

Note to self: get a new couch.

"My point is that this isn't high school anymore, Haz. She's not out to get you like everyone else in highschool." Ugh, he's right. I walked to my bedroom with my phone between my head and shoulder. Letting out a curse when I tripped over one of my planet models.

"I know, I know. But she's just so beautiful and so chill and it's making me lose my damn mind." I heard Liam moving around through the phone. Probably getting frustrated with me.

"Okay, imagine this. You take her on a date. You two vibe or connect or whatever. Then, you kiss her goodnight. It's literally that easy." Liam said. Getting more aggravated as time goes by. He totally needs anger management.

"Been there, done that, Liampoo." I replied. Blowing on my nails and rubbing them on my shirt in a cocky manner as if he can see me.

"Wait pause. You guys kissed already?" The amount of disbelief in his voice is insulting.

"Yeppers, why? Jealous of my game?" I smirked. Laying upside down on my bed, looking at the ceiling. I winced and pulled the phone away from my face when Liam started laughing on the other side.

"You? Game? Ah that was the funniest thing I heard all day." He said still chuckling. I frowned at the phone in my hand.

"What the fuck is so funny? I have game. You know what? Goodbye, Liam."

"WHAT? Come on, Harold. I was just messing with you." The line was dead silent for a minute before he started laughing again.

"Fuck you, bye." I said hanging up the phone, seething.

Asshole. I have all types of game and I'm going to prove it.

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I'm pretty sure I failed Spanish for the semester. Both of my dads are going to kill me. So, one more chapter before my death.

That show "Big Mouth" is so funny btw.

That had nothing to do with anything but whatevs.^^^