My Ex-Girlfriend [Harry Styles]

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Little White Lies

Megan’s POV

I opened the mailbox.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill.

Brochures.

Bill.

An invitation?

I opened it.

It was an invitation to Bev’s birthday party. It was a few days from now. And it was supposed to be a mascaraed, so obviously, I needed a gown. I’d probably go shopping with Georgia, since I didn’t have anything to do at the moment.

But before I could call her, she called me first.

Awkward…

“Hello?” I answered.

“Did ya get invited?”

“Yup.” I walk inside my house, bringing my mail with me, “If you’re talking about Bev’s party, I mean.”

“Awesome!” she’s always loved parties, “Do you have anything to do?”

“Nope, nothing.”

“Wanna go shopping?”

“Honestly; I was going to call you for shopping.” I admit, “But you called first.”

“Do I really dial that fast?” she flatters herself.

I roll my eyes, though she couldn’t see, “I’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds good.”

I hop in my car, and drive to Georgia’s house. Once I’ve arrived, I found her sitting in front of her front door.

“Get it the car, woman!” I order playfully, “We don’t have all day.”

“Sheesh.” She gets in the car, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“I was joking.” I start driving.

“I know.”

I roll my eyes.

***

We practically spent hours at the mall, looking around for the prefect gowns, though I didn’t take so long to find mine. Georgia on the other hand; was a different story. We might have spent an hour finding my dress, but we took 5 hours to find Georgia’s.

Once we’ve bought our dresses, our feet were hurting, but we still managed to walk over to the food court to buy us a well-deserved meal.

“Are you worried?” Georgia asks, once she’s swallowed her food.

“Worried?” I repeat, “Why do I need to be---“

“For school.” She points out.

We were in the middle of our summer vacation at the moment, “It’s still a few months away.” I point out.

“I know, but I don’t want this summer to end.” She sighs, and then takes a bite from her burger.

“I know, I know.” I chant, “Besides, who on earth would want summer to end?”

“Umm… people who prefer the colder weather.”

I lightly punch her arms, “That was a rhetorical question!”

“Oops.” She fakes innocence, “I guess I answered it anyway.”

“Grrrr.”

“Oh, hush now.” She demands, “Finish your burger.”