American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 58 - Stripper advice

Double update, make sure to read the first chapter!

Enjoy..

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I feel like I'm waiting for something bad to happen. Life seems simple right now, but usually every time that happens something crazy messes it all up.

Or maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I can't help but think that way with how my life has been ever since moving in with Harry.

Everything is almost perfect in my life right now. Harry and I are happy and healthy, Styles is living his best life, Joey and I made up recently and Archie got a new girlfriend. Everything is... great.

It feels so weird when your life is so crazy for so long. But maybe it's good karma. I mean, I've been pretty good. The other day I was about to kick a child, but didn't.

I'm such a nice person.

So I decided this time I'm actually going to ask out Harry. No chickening out, no nothing. I'm going to ask him out.

I just need to figure out how..

I could get a big parade and then do that thing where they write the question in the sky. Or I could be really casual about it.

'Yo Harry, since we fuck all the time you wanna like date? By the way, I'm in love with you and shit. Oh, you love me back? Yo that's fire, dap me up!'

Yeah.. that'll work.

"Harry?" I call out, walking into the house, holding pizza in one hand and donuts in the other.

He can say no if I have food...

Right?

Oh god, what if he says no? What if he leaves me for Kendall? Or Louis?

Shit, I need to calm down. Harry won't leave me for his former gay lover... ok, I'm not completely sure of that, but I'm hoping.

I set down the food on the counter, taking a deep breath so I don't start crying and throwing up everywhere.

"It's fine. Not like I'm asking out the hottest man in the world." I mumble under my breath.

I sigh, rubbing my sweaty hands on the short blazer dress I threw on earlier. And by threw on I meant spent hours picking out the perfect outfit.

He can't say no to this cute, badass, power outfit, right?

Oh my god, I need to get a grip.

I start to walk up the stairs, trying to calm my nerves before I pass out or say something really stupid.

I go to knock on the door, but stop when I hear his voice speaking on the other side. I open the door, peeking in to see if he's on the phone or something.