remember me |h.s|

agreeing

an: enjoy this tb picture ;)
-lizz

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*one week later*

LET'S P.O.V:

Me and Harry have been hanging out a lot lately.

He is very supportive of me going to fashion school, unlike Brody.

I know it's been 8 days but, I loved him and I don't know if I can move on I dated him for almost a year.

I get taken out of my thoughts as my phone starts to buzz.

It's Harry calling me. My stomach instantly fills with butterflies.

'I must be getting a stomach ache' I convince myself.

"Hellllllll-o" I said into the phone, annunciating the 'l'.

"Hey Let!" Harry said enthusiastically.

"What's up Harry?" I asked him while scrolling through an article about One Direction.

I know I have heard of their music and stuff before but I never knew the name of their band, or their songs.

"Well I wanted to know if you wanted to go to lunch tomorrow at Ballots, it's this really nice place, it has everything?" He invites me formally.

Me and Harry have been going out quite frequently together. The media has been such a burden on our friendship.

Magazines have been saying so much shit about us. If it were all true then I would be his secret girlfriend that is pregnant; that one really offended me. I am also writing with One Direction apparently and I was "dragged forcefully into the restaurant by famous boy band member".

Anyway, this is the first time he has actually asked me out; normally we just text eachother...

Harry: *lunch at 2 at Lorenzo's xx*

Let: *sounds great! see u then*

This makes me wonder why he is acting so weird.

I zone back into the conversation realizing he has been rambling this whole time about a restaurant.

I stop him from embarrassing himself even more.

"It sounds great Harry, what time will you pick me up?" I hate to sound pushy but that conversation was going no where.

"Um... how's about 1-ish?" He questions politely.

"Alright Hazzycake." I smile while reading that the other boys call him Hazza.

"Where do you even come up with these nicknames?" He says going back to his carefree personality.

I hop off my bed and walk quickly into the carpeted living room. The floor is freezing cold.

We chat aimlessly for about a hour more, talking about anything that comes to mind.

After a little while, we say our goodbyes.

Just as I hang up, Gwen comes in.

"Sup my respectable friends" She says bending her arms and crouching down like a rapper.

"Hey Gwen!" I tell her as she walks to the kitchen.

"Did you get milk after you came from work?" She asks while untying the laces of her vans.

"What? I didn't know I was supposed to." I ask suspiciously. We have tifs like this all the time.

"I asked you this morning and you said you would grab it on your way home." She said in a 'duh' tone.