Isn't He Lovely (A Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter Four

     I woke up the next morning, and got a text from Harry.

     Wake up, babe. - Harry

     I groaned, tucked my phone under my pillow, and tried to fall back asleep.

     My phone buzzed again. And again. And again.

     I took my phone from under the pillow, looking at my texts annoyed.

     Pleease wake up? How about some coffee beautiful? - Harry

     babe, please. Just get up!!!!!- Harry

     Kota wake the fuck up.- Harry

     Then I heard my phone start to ring. Harry was now calling me.

     I answered, and stayed silent.

     "Good morning beauty!" He said it adorably. But I was still pissed, it was 8:30 in the fucking morning and I'm not cute when I get waken up.

     "I hate you, Haz." I growled at him.

     "Your perfect. Which is why Im taking you for coffee." He spoke admiringly. "Get ready, love! Im on my way now." He said enthusiastically.

    "Harold! Now? I look like a trainwreck!" I whimpered as I hopped out of bed.

     "Yes, Kota. I'm almost to the hotel so get ready. And your fine! You'll look as beautiful as always." I blushed, I could just tell he was smiling too by the way he spoke through the phone.

     "And by the way, you have a sexy morning voice, babe." He snickered. "I'll text you when I'm downstairs, bye lovely." I rolled my eyes and smiled.

     Fuck. I look like a raccoon attacked my face, and a car ran me over. And he probably looks like an angel/calvin klein model. I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, putting my hair in a messy bun, adding a few coats of mascara, and some blush. Well I guess I looked fine. Plus we were only going for coffee. I put on some frayed high waisted shorts, and a cropped sweater. On top of that I grabbed my favorite fringe satchell, my oxfords, and some beaten up aviators. Good as new.

     Just then I heard the doorbell ring. I grabbed my bag, and ran to the living room, opening up the door. Harry was standing up against the side of the wall smiling. He had a rose in his hand, and a teddy bear in the other. 

     Dear God, why did you put this perfect human being/ angel, with peice of shit me? Not that I don't mind or anything...

     "Oh my gosh! Haz. I love them,Thank you!" I shrieked, beaming. I kissed him on the cheek, as he handed me my rose.

    "A rose for Ms. Rosewater!" He grinned, pulling me in by the waist and kissing me on the forehead.

     We got in his car and started driving to starbucks. He looked over at me, smiling as he took my hand, and held it in his the whole drive. I smiled back and sneakily grabbed the beanie off of his head, giggling playfully. I put it on and looked up at him laughing.

     "I'm Harry Styles, Im from cheshiiiieeh, soo basicaally, erm.. I'm Harry and I talk reeaaly slowly!" I mocked him. We both bursted out laughing and he rolled his eyes at me smirking widely.

     He grabbed my glasses off my head and put them on. He put his hand on his hip.

     "I'm Kota, And I love Harry so much like omg he's sooo sexy!" He mimicked me really badly and I burst out histarically laughing.