7. Meet Samantha
After me and Niall talked things over we called Harry up. He sat down and looked really worried. "Look. I'm sorry for freaking out on you earlier. I was just really worried about Michelle. A-and you of course." Niall spoke. "And when I tell you this Harry, will you promise me not to be mad?" I asked. "I could never be mad at you love." He said. Phew. "Alright..Well..Me and Niall are dating." I said quickly. I looked at him and saw his face get pale and blank. "Are you ok?" I asked running over. He just froze. We layed him down on the bed and left.
They were dating. My dream girl and my best friend were dating. I couldn't believe it. I walked downstairs, out the door, and away from the flat. Anywhere but the flat. I walked until my feet hurt and sat down on a bench. "Oh my god..!! You're Harry Styles!!" Great. A fan. I'm not in the mood for fans. "Yes, hello love." I said. As she walked across the street she fell over. I ran to her. "Are you alright?!" I asked. "Yeah, I think im fine. I can't walk all the home though..." She was beautiful. I helped her up and walked her back to the flat. "Hey. Im home" I said casually as I help her to the couch. I looked at Michelle and her eyes widened. "Samantha?!" She said running over to her. "MICHELLE!!!!" I just stared. "You guys uh..know each other?" I asked. "Yeah!! Shes my best friend!!" Oh.. awkward. I walked Samantha up to my room and layed her down. I sat next to her and we talked. "Harry. You're a really great guy. I really like you a lot." She said staring deep into my eyes. "And you are an amazing girl" I said staring back. I leaned in and kissed her. She turned to me and began kissing back. she layed me down. Now, she was on top of me. This was amazing. She slid her-
"Sam, your mom is worr-" I looked up and saw Samantha on top of Harry making out. "Oh my God. I'm.I'm sorry for interrupting..." Sam hopped off Harry and ran over to me. "Michelle..are you mad?" "N-no. I don't really think I am.. But your mom is worried. She wants you home. Now." I said. "Oh, ok." she walked out and went home. I stared at Harry. "And what the hell do you think you were doing?!??" I yelled. "I love he-" "No Harry. You can't 'Love her' You just met her 10 minutes ago and you're already making out?! You are sick Harry Styles. Sick" and with that I left.