Out of almond milk, once again, I think to myself as I try to make a strawberry, banana, and greek yogurt smoothie.
Let’s see if this can actually become a smoothie consistency with barely enough almond milk.
It is, thank god.
As I drink the tasty smoothie, I start writing my grocery list.
-Almond Milk
-Eggs
-Whole Wheat Bread
-Skinless Turkey Breasts
-Brown Rice
-Ramen
-Water
-Plunger
-Butter
-Wine
-... Lunchables
Now let’s see if I actually get the healthy foods I decided to throw onto my list.
I throw my smoothie cup into the sink, put my slides on, pick up my keys, and head out to my car.
I head out to my car, walking past all the rich cars, tesla, lambo, tractor.
I slowly look towards my pink prius. Gamer time. I live in the penthouse thanks to the money I make off of my toe pics. However, not quite successful enough to get a car other than a pink prius.
After I go grocery shopping, I will be meeting the man who buys my toe pics. He is planning on paying me extra to go on a fake date with him.
Hours past and I have completed my groceries. All I got was a plunger. No healthy food. Well, I mean… plunger is healthy.
It's time to go meet the mystery man paying me thousands for my toes.
I put on my overall shorts and a gray sweater along with my converse. I swiftly throw on a heart lock necklace and head out to my pink prius once again.
I put on some Taylor Swift songs, more specifically ̈London Boy ̈ and made my way to the five star restaurant the mystery man has reserved. He reserved the entire restaurant.
Toe pic money, gah damn.
I make it to the restaurant, and to my surprise, I saw a waiter waiting to escort me to our table. I only see the back of his head as I am being brought to the only table in the entire restaurant.
The curly dark brown locks astounded me. I start to get nervous. I have never been nervous, never. I failed at everything I have ever done so I do not get nervous. I am immune. Thank you, next.
I sit down across from him, staring into the green orbs that are deeply staring back into mine. I can not help but recognize how perfect his face is. I was expecting an old, wrinkly man. But I was gifted by a man. He looks up and whispers at me “danny how u feellllll”
I respond with, ¨I feel great uh¨.
As he was speaking, I could not help but notice his thick British accent.
He smiles as I responded, and the deep dimples took over not only his face, but my mind as well.
̈ ̈Hello, I am Harry Styles,̈ the man says.
The mystery man finally has a name.
He already knows my name, due to having access to my bank account to deposit the hundred of thousands of dollars due to my toe pics. However, I still decide to introduce myself.
̈ ̈Hi, I am y/n.¨
Harry chuckles, saying, ̈I knew that already, darling.¨
I blush, turning as red as the jews during the holocaust. No offense
Food is brought out to the table and we begin eating. I notice everything is raw.
̈Uh, Mr. Styles, why is everything raw?¨ I question him.
He responds, ̈That is how I like it.¨
I choke.
He rushes over and gives me the heimlich maneuver. I spit out a raw piece of bacon.
Harry saved me.
¨We should get you to rest, that must have been scarring.¨
I look up at him with puppy eyes and shake my head yes.
Harry throws me over his shoulder and takes me to his car. A tractor. Wow, he is rich rich.
Next thing I know, I am waking up in a foreign bed. I look up and see a silhouette of a man. I am rubbing my head thinking this is just a dream but the man approached me and says, ̈How are you doing? It was a rough night last night ̈.
I am confused at what he said, but I soon recognized the man is Harry.
̈ ̈Remember how at dinner last night, I said I like it raw.¨
̈ ̈Yeah?¨”I responded.
¨You wanted to experience my favorite type of raw.¨
