dude, you fucked my sister: hs & lt

five

Harry POV

And then she was fifteen minutes late.

Maybe she forgot? Or maybe she just didn't want to see me at all, and was this all just a game to her. It wouldn't be the first time someone played me.

I quickly got rid of those thoughts. I shouldn't be thinking like that. She probably just forgot. But still, I wasn't gonna sit around and wait for a bus that's never coming. Just when I was about to close skype, a small screen at the bottom indicated that she was online. She immediately called.

'Hey, sorry I'm late,' she said straight away.

'It's okay, love,' I answered smiling.

'Oh my god! You've got dimples in your cheeks when you smile!' she shouted.

I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.

'It's not cute,' I smirked.

'Yes it is, it's incredibly cute!' she said. 'I'm so jealous at you, I wish I had that.'

'Don't be jealous honey, green doesn't look good at you.'

Her smile disappeared.

'I'm wearing a green shirt, you know,' she said.

Oh for fuck's sake, Styles. Why did you say that?

'No you don't, I can see it, it's black.'

'Dark green.'

'Black.'

'Dark green.'

'It's black.'

'Just accept that it's green?' she said smirking.

'Okay, it's green, you're right,' I gave in.

'Lesson one, I'm always right,' she said with confidence in her voice.

'And that's where you're wrong and I'm right.'

'Oh stop it. Just accept the fact that it's green.'

'And it looks awful on you,' I added with a smirk.

Her mouth fell open.

'Just kidding, babe, it looks beautiful on you.'

'Did you just call me babe?' she said surprised. Damn, I did.

'No I didn't,' I lied, although I knew she heard me just fine.

'Yes you did! You just called me babe, Styles, admit it.'

'OK, I just called you babe, whatcha wanna do 'bout it?' I asked. I'd call her babe any time I time I get the chance too. She's just so uplifting. I've never had such a dumb, but enjoyable conversation with anyone.

'I'll figure something out,' she said quoting my words from early this day.

'I'm sure you will.'

Life's crazy. Here I'm sitting, having this conversation with the girl whose name I was dying to know a couple of days ago. When she said she'd never done something like this before, she wasn't the only one.

'Ella! Are you doing your homework?' I heard from my laptop.

'Yes mom!' Ella shouted.

'Wow Els, calm down, I can hear ya,' I laughed.

She sighed and gave me 'the' look while grabbing my book.

'What subject is that?'

'English,' she sighed.

'D'ahww, do you need some help?' I asked.

'Ah, are you an expert?''

'No, but a friend of mine is studying for English teacher,' I replied.

'O well. If you could give me his number so I can contact him in the future,' she said while trying to focus on the textbook in front of her.

'I'll ask him, wait a minute.'

She shot her head up.

'Harry don-,' she said while she shot her head up and looked at me with panic in her eyes.

'ZAYN,' I shouted, hoping to get to the other side of the crib..

'What the fuck do you want,'' he groaned.

'Harry, don't you dare. I can ask him myself. It's not like I need it right now,' I heard Ella almost shouting in my ear. Gotta love, earphones.

I brought my attention back to the slightly irritated Zayn.

'A friend of mine really sucks at English...' I began but got rudely interrupted.

'I don't suck at English!' she shouted.

'... and I was wondering if you have time to tutor her,' I finished as if she never interrupted me.

'Oh yeah sure. I've got time tomorrow,'' Zayn said.

I put my earphones back on, which I had took off because of Ella's loud protests, and grinned at the screen.

'You may thank me now.'

'Fuck you.'

'That's a pretty pleasant way of thanking me,' I said.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise.

'You did not just say that.'

'Yes, yes I did.'