Before (h.s fanfic)

What is this Feeling?

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*Rennae POV*

On my walk home from work I found my thoughts wandering to Harry. I couldn't believe today happened! Just from the few things I know about Harry, he doesn't go for girls like me. Harry likes girls with curves and big boobs and a nice arse. I'm just plain Rennae. I like my body, don't get me wrong but my curves are just dainty. There's just not much to talk about when it comes to me.

I don't know what happened in my head but I kissed him on the cheek before I left! I know that isnt much but I enjoyed it. I could tell he was trying not to blush after but I just dont get it. Do I have any feelings for Harry? I know I shouldn't but I can't do much about it anyways. I know he doesnt have feelings for me.

"Hello Moufles" I say as I walk in the door, seeing my grey cat. Moufles means mittens in French and I thought that Mittens is just too mainstream. Getting no response from my cat, obviously, I walk into the kitchen and start the cheap coffee machine I got from Goodwill. Once i have my pot of coffee made I change into some grey Nike sweats and a sports bra, my typical evening attire.

I flip through channels until I settle on X-Factor. I find some of the auditions cringe-worthy, but personally I sound like a dying animal when I sing so I should'nt be saying anything. As I'm watching, I feel a vibration and I look at my phone. I see the name "Harry" and I automatically open it.

'Hello darling, I just wanted to know if you would like to go to coffee again tomorrow? It's on me ;)

Harry xx'

I smile at the text knowing that he wanted to do it again. He is such a cheeky bastard.

'Sounds good, Haz but I insist on paying this time. We do have the same salary you know. see you tomorrow, Styles.

Ren x'

As I send my response I feel something in my tum. I'm excited for tomorrow to come. I set my phone down and proceed with cringing at a few more auditions. After a few minutes my phone vibrates again.

'Really Rennae. I'm paying. Sleep well, love. x'

He is so frustrating. I can handle myself! Also, 'love?' I turn off the television and try to forget about conversation I had with the cheeky curly-haired boy. I guess I will just have to see what happens tomorrow.