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...
This is what I imagine him wearing in this chapter!
My eyes peel open, and I see Harry's bare back to me. He slides his arms into a shirt, pulling it to his chest, and I shift in the bed, causing him to turn around.
"I'll bring you back downstairs he says..." I tease, and sit up. He turns around to me, his shirt still unbuttoned completely. I get out of bed, and pull him close by the shirt, holding the open ends. "I don't like liars." I mumble, moving my fingers on the buttons. I feel his eyes looking down on me.
"I thought about it, decided against it because I was tired, and didn't feel like carrying you." He mumbles, and I roll my eyes as I fixate my eyes to the buttons. Fucking liar. I finish up, and pat his chest.
"Well I hope you're not tired now, you have to take me downstairs." I mumble, and now he's the one rolling his eyes as he reaches for his supplies, putting them in the messenger bag.
"You're a pain in my ass Goldie." He mumbles.
"And you're skating on thin ice. Aren't you the one forcing me to third wheel with you tonight? Didn't you ask me to come up here last night? Sounds to me like you're the pain in the-" I keep it going, but my words are stopped and turned into a squeal when I'm lifted up, and thrown over his shoulder.
"Do you ever stop talking?" He asks.
"And will you ever stop manhandling me? Show some respect." I mumble, and he laughs, setting me back down.
"You're still coming tonight? You're not going to back out on me last minute?" He asks, and I shake my head.
"I will be there, and I'll be sure to bring my bitchiest attitude along." I look up to him with a wide grin, and he points a finger at me.
"Behave yourself Goldie." He warns.
"Yes daddy." I sigh, and grab his hand, pulling him forward, and jumping up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Have a good day!" I chirp, and run off before he can say another word. I go to my room, and hear the door open and close, then lock meaning the house is mine.
I spend most of my day, plotting ideas, and brainstorming for my lit class, and the other part trying to figure out my math homework, wondering why the hell I have to take math in the first place. After a while of working I get myself out of bed, and to the shower, cleaning everything off, and starting fresh as I get out.
I let my hair air dry, and do my makeup, there's no way in hell smelly kelly is going to show me up tonight. I decide on a white mock neck tank top, tucked into my favorite jeans, and paired with my chelsea boots. I continue leaning over the counter as I hear the door open. I fix my lipstick, applying more mascara as well, and brushing my hair out.
"Hey Goldie! Come on, we're going to be late if you don't hurry up!" I hear his voice boom.
"Yea!" I cringe as I hear her voice, wishing Harry and I could have left and went to go get her before the movie instead of her riding with us. I grab my bag, and my phone, and walk out of my room.
"Get your panties out of a twist!" I yell, situating my stuff in my bag. I look up, and see his eyes light up, the slightest smile forming on his lips as he sees me, but he wipes it away quickly, acting as if it never happened.
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