When We First Met |:| DISCONTINUED

five

Maggie's POV

Hazza: Hey, Mags!

Me: Hola, Harold. And how are you?

Hazza: Eh. I've been better. We got new people in the neighborhood.

Me: Oh, really? That's bad..? I think...

Hazza: Lol not really. I just hope they ain't fans. Don't need another stalking incident.

Me: What? You were stalked???!!!

Hazza: lol yeah. Lasted a year, but that was it

Me: Didn't you call the police?!

Hazza: this is secured by the police, love

Me: ohhhh

Hazza: lol soooo. I wanted to meet you again. And, I want you to meet a friend of mine. He's looking for a girl and I was wondering if Ashlee was available?

Me: wait really?! I mean, yeah, that will work. I can ask her

Hazza: great! I'll send you the address, yeah?

Me: That works!

Harry then sent me the address and we continued to message each other until it was time for me to go. My parents wanted me to help unpack.

After about an hour of unpacking and decorating my new spacious room, I was satisfied. Of course it would take me weeks to get it how I wanted, but I loved it. It was huge room with a walk-in closet and bathroom. Just picture Kylie Jenner's room, and this was it. Living in LA, you had money and with that money, you could afford million dollar homes. Like this.

"I love my new room!" Marcus yelled from down the hall. I could hear his loud jumping, making me laugh softly. God, he was funny.

"Oh my God, I can make my room any way I want?" Ashlee asked, her room right next to mine.

"Yes." Mom laughed, nodding. "I trust you."

I sat on my small bed, looking through my tablet to find some things for my room. Dad said that we could list what we wanted and they would look to see it.

As soon as I listed what I needed, I went downstairs and gave it to my dad. "Hey, is it cool if I walk around the neighborhood?"

"Of course. Don't be out too late, okay?" Mom asked, putting away some of the plates.

I grabbed my jacket and walked out, glancing around the streets. There were some people walking their dogs, or jogging, or mowing their lawn. I felt at home a little.

I took a right and walked deeper into the neighborhood. I immediately spotted the curly haired boy, known as Harry.

"Haz!" I called, watching as he stopped his jog and looked over at me.

He grinned and crossed the street, standing a few feet away from me. "Hey, Mags."

"Hey, Haz." I grinned, walking up to hug him tightly.