She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 33

"I don't know, I feel like it could be a little better and I have the money for it--" Sofia started rambling on the phone.

"Sofia, you should not get a boob job." I immediately interrupted making me chuckle.

I was making a few desserts for a "Friendsgiving" Harry invited Sofia and me to. It was some friends I hadn't met before, but he wanted to bring us along. Then tomorrow Harry has his interview with Jimmy Fallon and I will have meetings lined up back to back. This is going to be the first time that I'm going to be meeting any of Harry's friends and I'm so nervous.

Harry told me in the midst of my stress that he would pick out a good outfit for me to wear and get a couple of groceries so he could help make some food for Friendsgiving. I was listening to some music while he was out. Sofia's rambles about getting a boob job are the perfect distraction for me.

"Sofia, I have to go, but I'll see you tonight. Also, don't get a boob job, it's not worth it." I said, wiping my hands on a towel.

"Alright, fine. I won't get a boob job. I hope you're making drinks tonight." She said. I smiled and shook my head.

"Yeah, okay, love you, bye." Harry laughed as I hung up the phone and sighed. I turned up the music that was blaring through Harry's speaker in the kitchen. It was Taylor Swift. It was weird to be listening to her music but also having a normal conversation with her a week ago. Style was playing. I began singing along while finishing up the desserts.

"Midnight... come and pick me up, no headlights..." I sang, grabbing some of the various food items Harry made a list of. "You got that James Dean daydream, look in your eyes--"

"Thank you!" A voice startled me. I quickly turned around to see Harry walking in with bags lining his arms. I quickly turned down the music in embarrassment. "Don't turn it down, darling, I was enjoying your compliment. You've got that red-lip classic thing that I like."

"You don't find it weird that I'm playing a song about you written by your ex, who I had lunch with last week?" I asked, finding it weird myself.

"Nope. She writes songs for people using her own experiences. People then take her experiences and relate them to themselves. Even though that was a different time in our lives, I can now relate the song to us." He explained. My eyebrows pulled together in wonder.

"I guess that makes sense." I was still a little confused. The next song faded into Perfect from One Direction. He smirked at me. "Is it weird hearing your voice?

"Not really. You get used to it after a while." He explained. I nodded, turning the song up a little. That was one of my favorite One Direction songs. "And now that I know you were a superfan..."

"Don't even... you teased me first." I quickly countered. Ever since Sofia showed us those pictures and videos from the concert, Harry has been remembering a little bit of our conversations and insisted that I was flirting with him.

"Yeah, yeah." He said, smirking at me. "You still wanted me."

"You're the one who talked about me after that concert." I accused him, making him smile.

"Okay, smartass. I know you talked about me too. I'm sure you and Sofia were fangirling." He assured me. I playfully rolled my eyes.

"What'd you get?" I asked, pointing to the groceries. "Did you get me the stuff for corn pudding?" He looked over at me with slight guilt.

"Honestly, darling... none of them are going to like corn pudding." He spoke in the nicest tone, but my face scrunched.

"What?"