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Chapter 6: Date night with the sex bud.

Ok guys, I've been inspired to write. Lmaooo nah but I'm bored and its 6 am. Fuck my life. Soo hope you enjoy this chapter. Gonna be long I hope. Idk I'm on my phone so ya. Love ya guyssssss;*

the door slammed shut, cuing me my safety to come out. I looked at Harry's bedside clock. It was already 11 o'clock. When did we end up going to bed last night...?

Yesterday we pretty much did it twice. 1, when I got home, then we ate because we're such Fattys, and then like an hour after that. Wowww.

I walked over to the fridge to get put a packet of waffles, and I put them in the toaster oven. All 8 of them. I'm soo hungry it's not even funny. I waited ten minutes for them to cook, cleaned up a bit, and tryed to buy time. I have no life. Whenever I had a boyfriend, that's who I would be spending my day with when Harry wasn't here, or I'd go hangout with Louis and Niall or Liam and Zayn. But they either hate me now or are busy. Damn.

Of course I have no girl friends. I talk to Noone at school since I'm always asleep, and all I ever needed were Aston, one of Harry's 2-day girlfriends, and him. But now I'm lonely.

I take the waffles out and drench them in syrup. I should go running after this. It's not like I needed to loose weight, but the fat cat lady thing has been scaring me. Maybe I need a backup plan husband.

Justin Beiber. I can so get him.

With Harry's help.

Damn maybe I can get anyone with Harry? Oh my gawd. Bailey Beiber. Wait no ew.

Ok uh. Yea no one for me.

I ate my waffles quietly. What was there to do? Absolutely nothing. Maybe I'll just go to the studio? I've showed up there before anyways, they know me. I think. That was a couple months ago though...

I pulled on my white, ripped shorts and a cheetah print cropped tanktop. Black belt, brown moccasins, and a small headband with diamond earrings. I'm such a cutie. My long waves brown hair was soft and my gray eyes looked, well. Gray. I put a little eyeliner and mascara on, not needing anymore makeup. I didn't need it.

"God damn!" I cry when the car isn't in the parking garage. Harry took it, probably to show off. He got the new Lamborghini, blah blah. Fuck him and his car. I am NOT walking seventeen blocks just to be happy. Screw it.

I walked back upstairs, getting a stare from my doorman. I walked back inside the apartment, and noticed something under Harry's jacket that was lying on the couch. His wallet.

To the mall.

I could walk there. It was only down a block or something, the malls here were just a long strip of stores with apartments over them. Kind of like Nrw York. Best and worst day ever. I ran out of the room and down the lobby, out to the streets once again.

The first store I see is Victoria Secret, so I walk in there. My plan is to go into every store and buy every fucking thing until they get home.

Anyways, I kind of need new lingerie for Harry... I picked up a couple of lace bras and underwear, bot bothering to try them on. I picked up lotions, perfumes, and a new phone case that says pink. That was for him. I go onto jack wills, buoy more pointless shit, and then BCBG, Ghiridelli (for chocolate), and more stores.

Harry's pov:

"HARRY YOUR PHONE KEEPS RINGING. COME SHUT IT OFF!" Simon yells turning the music off. We were in the middle of recording a song, actually a stupid one that won't be put on any able or be a single. I roll my eyes at him and take the earphones off and handing them to Louis to hold. He chuckles at my annoyed face.

I was so tired, and I could only thinking about getting home. For some reasons. Simon hands me my phone, and I check the caller. My bank...? What?

"Bud, gimme a momento," I say to Simon getting a scowl.

I hit call, and the clerk picks up clicky. "Mr. Styles?" I say yes. "Have you been out shopping today at all? We may think your card got stolen, you've spent over 3 thousand on just clothes, and its not even the kind you would necessarily wear."

I turn back to see Simon staring at me with a look of hatred. Grumpy twat. "What do you mean I wouldn't wear it?" I ask.

"There, well, girl clothes,"

I smile.

"It's fine," I tell him laughing.

"Wait huh?"

"Just leave it, it's no big deal." I hang up and go to dial a new number, facing my back to Simon.

I call for dinner arrangements first, and then Bailey.

"Hullo?"

"I see you." I say to her.

"Wait what? Where are you?" She sounded nervous; I bit back a laugh.

"You won't find me."

"Harry you're creeping me out, quit it."

"I know what you're doing," I tell her. "You're going around buying all these nice clothes for this date that you're asking me out for tonight. That's so sweet. Well I'll be home around sixish, so then we can leave."

"Sorry what?" She laughs into the phone.

"Bye bye darling,"