Perfection» h.s

twenty.

     Pandora Gray

A/N: I found a few quotes on tumblr, and they'll be in the chappie.

I walk out of my bedroom to see the total post party apocalyptic wasteland before me, complete with red Solo cups and wine glasses.

"I'm guessing someone obviously got laid last night." Harry comments, walking out beside me, staring at the mess. "It wouldn't surprise me at all."

"Neither. I remember only some parts of last night. I remember the proposal, and I remember kissing someone." I walk over to the pantry, and get out a huge trash bag, and start to clean up. "They were a pretty nice kisser."

"I remember kissing someone too. She was short and had something on her head – ears! That's what she had, like little Minnie Mouse ears." He starts to throw me some cups, but then suddenly stops as a look of realization hits the both of us. "You were... Minnie, right?"

"And you were Mickey," I choke out, and we both look at each other, "The person I was kissing had ears too. Well then." I slowly move away from him, the awkwardness of the situation high.

"Babe, you're a really nice kisser." He teases, and I roll my eyes. I throw a cup at him, and it misses him by like, two Empire State buildings. "Just telling the truth."

"You have Valerie, remember?" I remind him, and he grins. I shake my head, and keep on cleaning up while Harry is standing there, nonchalantly. "Aren't you going to help?"

"Maybe." He shrugs, and I glare at him, "Maybe not."

"Harry, I will beat your ass if you don't help." I threaten, but he just grins.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, babe?" I grab my phone, "Come on, you so would."

"Would not."

"Would too."

"Would not."

"Would not."

"Would too." I fall for his little trick, and he smirks triumphantly. "Shut up Styles, I wouldn't." He nods, then continues to laugh at me as I stick out my tongue. "I hate you."

"Right back at cha' babe. Maybe like Hazel and Augustus have okay as their always, we could have hate as ours." He muses, and I smile.

"I'd like that. Here, give me a sheet of paper and a pen." He hands me a sheet of paper, and fishes out a neon green Sharpie from the drawer. I write Always on top in my wavy handwriting, and draw a line under it.

"Say Something. I recall saying that this was our original always." I draw a dot as a bullet, and write it down. "Hate."

"I've always wanted to go to Paris." I shrug, and he nods.

"Same." I write Paris as the third bullet, and I drum my fingers against the counter. "Oreos and Lemonade." He gives me a lopsided grin, both of us reminiscing the very first all nighter we pulled with the two foods, and many more afterwards. "Anything else?"

"Nah, I think we're good."

"I want to hang this up." Harry says, and I nod.

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     Harry Styles

I secretly slip the Sharpie off the counter, and head into the corridor. I turn into Pandora's room, and I see the tiara I gave her.