Eighteen

Shopping and lifting

Songs for this chapter-

Heartbeat • Beckah Shae (literally just watched the new dance moms episode and the dance "stomp the yard is by far my favorite... thats the only reason this song is here)

Beg for it • Iggy Azalea

"You know what's coming up?" I asked, slightly grinning.

"Um, Valentine's Day?" Harry replied, his back turned to me. He was shirtless, cooking an omelet on the stove. He always "preferred" to make the food, which I'm pretty sure is a way of saying that I suck at cooking.

"Before that," I sang.

"Our anniversary?" He asked.

"Awe, you know when our one month anniversary is?" I said, hugging him from behind.

"Babe, you're going to burn yourself," He chuckled.

"And to answer your question, of course I know when our anniversary is. It's February twelfth." Harry sounded very prideful at this moment, which was fine because I was proud of him for remembering. Louis never remembered our anniversary.

I unwrapped myself from Harry and went to set the table for lunch.

"Even before that... Eleven days before," I said, completely giving it away now.

"Julia Roberts' birthday?"

"Ugh," I groaned, punching him in the back, playfully (not that it mattered, we all know I hit like a girl).

"It's your birthday!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"Oh yeah?"

He took the omelet off the skillet and placed it onto the glass plate. He then walked over to the table where I was sitting, kissed my cheek, and set the food in front of me.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"So what do you want for your birthday?" I asked.

"You," he answered.

"Oh my God, you're so cheesy."

He sat down across from me, watching me eat.

"Stop it!" I said.

"Stop what?" He questioned, looking at me quizzically.

"Watching me eat. It's weird," I giggled, realized how rude I sound. He just made me food, and yet I still act like a bitch.

He didn't seem fazed by it though, instead just showing those deep dimples that I'm sure everyone that knows him loves. It can't just be me.

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"Just pick out something!" I half yelled, getting aggravated. I wanted Harry to choose something at the mall. It was supposed to be a secret, so that I could come back later and get him something he pointed out. But instead he has yet to point something out, to the point where I just told him that I have no idea what to get him for his birthday.

"I don't want anything, Aria!"

"I know you want something here. We are not leaving this mall until you pick something."

"This," he said, holding up a bracelet.

"Harry, that's for girls," I emphasized.

"Yeah, so that when I get it I'll just give it to you."

"Harry, this is not my birthday. This is yours."

"When is your birthday?" He asked.

"November 12th. Now pick something out in this store."

"Ooh, I know exactly what I want. And it's in this store," he nodded, looking at the rack next to him.

"What?!"

He then ran towards me, swiftly picking me up at full speed, and running out of the store.

"Harry!" I screamed, pounding my fists against his back.

He didn't listen, and kept running while receiving death glares from the people he passed. He ran all the way outside, into the parking lot. He then set me down.

"I'm going to kill you."

"I got what I wanted," he grinned.

I just ignored him. We walked to the car hand in hand, his other hand reaching up as he put it through his hair. He told me he was trying a new thing; wearing his hair pushed back. I loved it, and hoped to myself that he would keep like that. Not that I didn't like his other hairstyle, but this one just made him seem older and more mature.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked, smiling.

"Because you're beautiful," I replied.

He immediately stopped in his tracks, looking at me and pulling our hands apart.

"You did not just say that."

"It's a metaphor," I said, connecting our hands again and leading him to his car.

"I can't believe you," he grumbled, putting the key in ignition.

I just giggled, and watched out the window as we drove away from the mall, still having no idea what to get Harry for his birthday.

*Ding*
I looked down at my phone, seeing as I had a new text. I opened it and read it.

Louis- Hey babe. We haven't hung out in awhile. Let's go out tonight.

I read it, my thumbs doing a little dance as I thought of how to reply.

"Who is that?" Harry asked.

Oh God.

"Um, it's Louis."

"What?" He said, obviously angry. He looked at me, hurt in his eyes before he quickly looked back at the rode we were driving on.

"You guys are still talking after you broke up? How long has this been going on, Aria?"

"Uh Harry, about that..."

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A/N someone buy me a crown and pronounce me queen of cliffhangers...
and also queen of filler chapters bc holla.

hows life going for you guys? im being completely ignored by two of my friends right now for no actual reason so thats nice, eh?

can we please talk about that picture because it looks real af. i wish it was real. #haria

omfg i just realized that andreas and harrys ship name should be sussett (last names are obv styles and russett)- like how fun is that to say? ok ive gone mad.

im currently laying in bed at ten thirty at night, yay. yeah im prewriting chapters because i have nothing better to do with my life.

UPDATE- its now morning and im about to publish this but i had SO many ideas last night and i lost them all- UGHHH

so um yeah guess this is it

*awkward silence*

ok bye guyssss

xx Jaide