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: hello!!! For everyone wondering I posted a new story called Cherry! I think you guys are going to love it so after you read this update, head on over and read that!!!
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MARIGOLD'S POV:
I walk down the stairs first, my hair off my shoulders, still feeling weird now that it's so short. Harry trots down behind me, a shirt on his body now. I'm not sure why he's freaking out so much, his mom always knew that we slept in his room together, before college, now... we literally live together. I doubt she suspects anything. I go straight into the kitchen, and Anne gasps.
"Your hair! It's darling... You look beautiful Goldie." Anne speaks out, and Harry passes me by, going straight to the food.. Classic boy.
"It's Marigold to you mum... Goldie is my name for her, you can't take it." He mumbles, eyeing us over his shoulder, and I roll my eyes, her doing the same.
"Thank you Anne... Kinda just did it for fun, why not." I shrug, and flip my hair. Harry stands behind his mom, and mimics me, flipping his hair over his shoulder, tossing it and walking around the kitchen.
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"Feels like I haven't seen the two of you in ages..." She mumbles, sitting with her coffee cup at the counter.
"Well she was going to go home, and come back later on but-"
"But you think I don't know that the two of you can't go twenty four hours without seeing each other, and you thought I didn't know she slept over last night... Had a sneaking suspicion it would happen." She laughs, and I smile.
She's always been really cool with it, and now that I know more, I know she's wanted Harry and I to be together, maybe this is her way of pushing it, trying to get us together.. Little does she know..... "How have things been at the apartment?" She asks both of us, and Harry sits at the kitchen table, kicking his feet up on the bench next to him. I sit next to Anne, holding my own cup of coffee.
"S'really good mum.. We both love the city a lot. It's loud though, always something going on." He tells her, and I smile.
"Which I have no problem with. I love New York, I love the sounds, I love the apartment.." I tell her, and she smiles, then her face melts, and she whips her head to Harry.
"You dumped that girlfriend of yours right? Karen or whatever you called her." She points a finger at Harry, and I burst into laughter. God I love his mom so much.
"Yes mum." He groans out, and she smiles.
"Good. She seemed like the worst.. Was she the worst?" She asks me.
"The absolute worst. I called her smelly kelly." I tell her, and she laughs.
"You know my son has always had a taste for music and clothes, but he needs some serious help in the women department, I mean I know who I'd like for him, but he-"
