Sappy Shit

"Hey, do you uh.. wanna be my boyfriend?" I asked whilst nudging him on the shoulder and giving him the wiggly eyebrows.

No response. "Nudge. Nudge. Nudge." Nothing. "I'm not gonna freakin' stop till you answer me. Nudge. Nudge. Nu-" "FINE" He bellowed. I fist pumped with joy into the air. Like this was some real love right here and I ain't kidding. "Don't get too excited," he began, "this is only to get you to shut the hell up for once in your life because at this point, I'll do anything." I shrugged and smiled goofily. "Yup, sure, I'm down with that," I nodded acting as cool as I could but in reality... Dead. I'm dying. Call 911.

The Lord that is Harry Styles is willing to date me. "So romantic!!" I exclaimed before throwing my arms around him. He pushed me off. I frowned. "Man, why you gotta do that. Hugs are great and you just pushed me away like that, you betrayed my trust" I said and pretended to be hurt.

"Hey," he said looking at me sternly, "I'm agreeing to this relationship or whatever the fuck it is, 'cause honestly I don't have a clue, under one condition. There's no way in hell we're doing any of that sappy shit." Oh, that's disappointing. What's the point of dating God-like Harry Styles if we can't even cuddle. "Fine", I sighed, "No sappy Shit." But I wanted that sappy Shit. And it's gon' happen real soon.