New York, New York ~A Harry Styles/Nouis FanFic

Chapter 6: Your Hair Tastes Weird

      Helllooo. Just a quick authors note: I'm so so so so so sorry for not uploading in like.... 2 weeks! I'm a terrible person :/ I just wasn't completely sure how I wanted the story to go and I've been thinking of a bunch of new ideas for new stories that I might start soon, one of them isn't a fan fiction. Anyways my laptops cooling fan isn't well so I wont be able to come online very much... But I'll try! Since I'm gonna be fasting I'll be bored a lot. Thanks for reading! Your comments are so nice! :) :) :) x

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   ~Jamie Lynn's POV~

     It was half past 4 before I realized I should get my lazy butt of the couch and actually get ready for tonight. Harry was gonna pick up me up at 6pm, and to be honest, I wasn't really sure what to expect. He'd probably try to impress me somehow but other than that I'm not completely sure. I'm starting to regret my decision on giving him a chance.... But then again, Degrassi is starting so, what's another half hour of lounging around, eh?

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"OH MY GOD YES, CLARE.....DO IT!! KISS ELI AGAIN!! You're friggin perfect for each other!" I yelled to my TV while munching on a handful of baked cheetos. Right when I felt my phone vibrate against my...well....butt.

 "mweho?" I asked, still stuffing the snacks in my mouth.

   "Jamie?! Why do you sound like a dying whale? Are you even dressed yet? Your man's gonna be there soon! Don't even give me any excuses. Go. Look. Purtyful. NOW." Said the voice who I recognized as Lena. Right after her little 'speech' she hung up. I groaned and got up brushing any crumbs off my lap.

     Anyways, I only have an hour left now, just because I don't necessarily like the guy doesn't mean that I shouldn't atleast look decent. I grabbed my towel and skipped off to take a quick shower. I turned on the hot water and felt myself getting lost in my own thoughts again. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't even a bit nervous for tonight. But I just need to keep my cool, I wouldn't to give him the satisfaction that he make me nervous.

   After about 10 minutes I turned off the water and wrapped my towel around my wet body. i trudged into my bedroom and whipped open my closet door. I didn't even know where we were going to eat! Was it casual....or formal.....semi-formal? Whatever. I grabbed a soft, black pencil skirt and a flowy white blouse. It's sort of plain, but I can always spice it up with some accessories.

   After debating between hoops and stud earrings (I went with the hoops) I finally felt pleased with my appearance. Suddenly I felt my phone vibrating once more, I figured it was Lena with another rant. Instead it was a text from an unknown number, I clicked on it.

'I'm really excited for tonight ;) Be there in 15 xx -Harry'

 OK. I don't even wanna know how he got my number.

  I wandered back out to my living room and stared at my fireplace mantel where I kept some old photographs. I smiled to myself, I was always such a positive child. Always seeing the best in people and never had a care in the world. It's a shame that when you grow up, you start to over think life and you can't even enjoy it as much anymore. People say that I'm the type of person that keeps to themselves, but people don't really understand me that well. That's probably why I few too many secrets bottled up inside of me.

 A loud knock on the door caused me to literally jump out of my thoughts. Oh yeah, Harold... I grabbed my clutch and walked over to the door, and took a deep breath before swinging it open.

  Oh.

  My.

  Pancake mix.

 He was hot. My eyes gazed over his tall, lean body. He was wearing black dress pants, a white button up shirt, black blazer, and a red bow tie. His curls were neatly styled and he smelled of a mix of expensive cologne and after-shave.