DINNER
My mom invited the Styles'
over for dinner.
I would be forced to sit with Harry
for an hour.
Apparently he has a sister,
her name is Gemma.
The doorbell rang signaling
that they were here.
We all gathered around the table
and ate the food.
Harry sat next to me,
and tried to grab my hand.
I pulled it away,
I couldn't get attached to him.
He looked at me with
a confused expression.
I simply shook my head,
and shrugged my shoulders.
Gemma looked at us and smiled
and assumed we were flirting.
I felt my cheeks heat up
signaling I was blushing.
All I needed was everyone to think
that we were flirting.
When I just wanted
to get away from him.
I didn't need another
heartbreaker in my life.
And Harold Edward Styles,
looked like a heartbreaker
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A/N idk if anyone even likes this.-xo natalie
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