Marigold Styar has been best friends with Harry Styles since before she can remember. That doesn't mean she doesn't see him as more.
As they embark on the new journey of college, and sharing an apartment together in the big city will he finally giv...
A/N: Harry and Goldie's outfits for part of the chapter!!!
I wake up, and go straight to the bathroom, enjoying the comfort of my new bed, and waking up to the view of New York in the rising sun. I think living here could be good for me, maybe once classes start I'll start taking some more responsibility, waking up earlier, keeping my room clean, doing almost all of my assignments, maybe... I move a brush, and straightener through my hair, putting on soft makeup, and moving straight to my closet.
"Goldie!" He yells, and I know he's probably at the top of the stairs, screaming down to me.
"WHAT?" I yell back with more force, flipping through the clothes.
"Grocery store in ten?" He shouts back.
"Yes! Now stop yelling at me!" I yell back.
"You first!" He screams, and then silence. I pull out a cropped rolling stones shirt, and go to my drawer, reaching for a pair of simple shorts. I pull them on, and put the shirt on as well, throwing on low top red converse, and grabbing my purse as well.
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I check myself in the floor length mirror, and walk out of the room, going straight into the living room. As soon as I enter, Harry walks down the stairs, and my chest swarms. He's wearing black jeans, and a plain white shirt, his leather jacket fitting perfectly. He wears tan colored chelsea boots, his hair falling perfectly, and I want to yell at myself.
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"Hey love." He mumbles, his hands touching the counter, and I can't handle it anymore, feeling more than pissed at myself. I groan out, and turn myself back around, storming back into my room, throwing myself face first on my bed. I lay there, wishing the mattress would suffocate me all together. "Um, Goldie... What's going on?" I hear him come into my room.
"Nophing." My muffled words drown in the sheets, and I hear him laugh.
"Doesn't seem like nothing. Why are you being so closed off lately?" He asks, and I feel the bed dip down, and then his hand on my arm. In one swift motion he flips me over, and I get up, not giving him even a short glance.
