The next morning I awake to the sound of Maddie's voice, and i realize we are at the Holland's house. I slowly stand up and start to get ready for the day. Harry and i didn't talk last night after the... game. I wish we did. Maybe then i could finally tell him what i want us to be and maybe we can make it happen.
Before I get to far into my thoughts a strong hand grasps my arm and pulls me out of my room and into another. I looked up hoping to meet the soft eyes of harry, but only come face to face with...
"who the hell are you?" I whisper-yell since some people *cough* Tom *cough* are still asleep.
"I'm Jackson, and you my friend are very attractive." He says pulling me closer to him.
"Well Jackson," i say stomping on his foot, "I'm not interested." Before turning away I see him smirk, and mutter a quick "feisty, I like it." under his breath.
I Quickly make my way downstairs to the Kitchen, and take a seat next to Maddie and Amelia.
"what took you so long?" Maddie asks.
"oh I dropped my contact." I lied giving Maddie the I'll tell you later look, and she nods knowing this is something i didn't want to tell everyone. "oh and who is Jackson?"
"Oh, um He is one of Harry and I's school mates." Sam states as Jackson walks in. I glance over at him, and he smirks at me, quickly wiping it away so that no one catches him.
"He is staying here for the next week," Harry says glancing in my direction, "I hope you don't mind" we make eye contact for a split second before Harry turns away and we both blush.
"Of course not." i force out. Of course I didn't want him to stay here, but I couldn't tell Harry that.
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hoodie strings; harry holland
Fanfiction"Y/n come on, we have to meet everyone in five minutes and you are going to make us all late!" My friend exclaimed as the other two people in our small group waited by the exit. As we were looking around the shop in Kingston, acting like the touris...
