Friendzone

This story is too much to explain in one paragraph, but you can still read my attempt of a summary.
16 year old Harold Matthews is a young Harry Styles look alike that lives in England and always gets the girl he wants, but not for long. After a huge fight between his parents that causes them to split up and motivates Harry's father to move himself and Harry to move to Orlando, Harry falls in love with the girl of his dreams, Jasmine. But, Jasmine has an abusive boyfriend and someone is jealous of Harry and Jasmine's relationship so they desperately try to split them up, anonymously. Wanna know more? READ TO FIND OUT YOU LAZY BUM!!!!! jk but seriously you should read this.
And btw there is some harsh language and sexual chizz that I thought I should warn you about before you start reading even though every other Movella has the same type of content. Sorry that the cover page isn't so attractive. But anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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12. Generous

Harry's P.O.V

Practice is going great so far. We're just practicing everyone's parts and listening to the beautiful sounds that these kids make. They have such a great sound. The harmony is perfect and, not to brag, it sounds great behind my voice. We did my solo today, we're doing the duet tomorrow, and then it's show time. That's unbelievable really. Most choirs would fail if they only had like two days to learn a new song, but these guys and girls do it with ease and I'm confident in our performance on Thursday night.

"Great work guys and girls. Same time tomorrow, remember those lyrics," I tell the choir and most of them come up to me and say thanks and stuff.

"Later Mrs.Ryan," I said waving goodbye as I walked out of the auditorium.

It's time for my date.

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Ashley's P.O.V

"Is this outfit okay?" I asked my older sister, Kate.

"It's perfect, thank god you have me as a sister," she said flipping her unnatural long brown hair. She colors her hair all the time.

I was wearing a white t-shirt with black skinnies, black and white Jordan's, and a leather jacket. I have to admit my sister is a fashion genius. She managed to make a sexy outfit that isn't too dressy out of the clothes in my limited closet.

"we gotta go I'm already late," I said after checking my watch.I showed my mom my outfit and we ran out of the house on the way to Carmike Theaters.Minutes later, we were in front of the theatre.

"I hope this guy isn't just another number," Kate says.

"I've got a feeling about him," I say opening the door.

"Which one is he?" she asks.

I look around and see Harry standing outside of the theatre texting on his phone holding red roses smiling, rocking back and forth on his heels. He looks great. He's wearing black jeans, a white button up shirt, a brown coat, and brown shoes. It looks so casual but dressy. He has a way with style as well.

"The one with the red roses," I say to Kate.

"He's a cocky jerk," she says jumping out of the car and stops walking right next to me.

"Let's go," she says walking off towards Harry. I trail behind her, knowing I can't stop her.Harry sees us and he starts smiling at me then my sister.

"Hello there, I'm Harry," he says extending his hand. My sister starts to extend her hand out to Harry, but she puts it back in her pocket.

"You better not break my sisters heart or I will break your pretty boy face,"she says talking in Harry's face.

"Now why would I do that?" he says," I like those shoes."

"No! I'm not here for games, but thanks I got them for a steal at-"

"Plado's. Yeah I go there too. They have great stuff," he says. My sister smiles, but quickly squints her eyes in suspicion.

"I'm watching you kid," she says to Harry smiles at me and then walks away.

"She's cool," Harry says," Let's go." He opens the door for me and I walk in.

"Hello sir, what can I get you?" the guy behind the register asks.

"Whatever she would like," he says," Pick a movie and order whatever snacks you'd like."

"Oh well uh… The Hunger Games?" I asked Harry and he nodded," I'd like a large popcorn and a medium Sprite."

"I'll have a lemonade as well," Harry added.

"Is that all?" the guy asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, pulling out his wallet.

"That'll be 42.96," the guy said and Harry's eyes widened a little bit and he handed the guy a 50 dollar bill.

"I'll pay you back," I said to Harry as we sat in the theatre.

"That won't be necessary love," Harry said.

"But-"

"I could never accept it."

"Put your arm around me," I demanded.

"I'd rather eat the popcorn," he said looking at the screen, his blue eyes even sparkle in the dark, but that was rude.

"Are y-"

"I was kidding babe," he laughed putting his left arm around my shoulders continuing to eat the popcorn wit his right hand.

The movie started and for most of it I glance back towards him looking at his eyes. Harry Matthews is the 8th wonder of the world.

The movie ended and he talked about how great, as he says it, the film was and it sounds like it was great because I couldn't focus on it. Harry was blocking my train of thought the whole time and he still is.

"Would you like to sit in the front with my dad or in the back with me?" he asked interrupting my thoughts.

"In the back I guess," I say awkwardly and he smiles.

He opens the door for me and jogs to his side of the car jumps in and we're off.

"How was it?" his father asks looking in the little mirror thing quickly as he drives.

He looks just like Robin Thicke or Justin Bieber. I wish Harry's genes would run in my family. His dad's hot, is that weird? That was weird.

"It was great," I say not remembering a second of the movie. Harry starts explaining it to his dad and when he's done, we're at my house. I jump out the car and so does Harry.

"I had fun," he says smiling.

"Me too, thanks," I say as we stand at the door step.

"Have a nice night," he says awkwardly rustling through his hair.

"You always play with your hair when you're nervous," I say giggling.

"Yeah I do that. Have a good night," he says and then kisses me on the cheek. I almost pass out but I decide to do that whenI get inside.

I walk through the door and see my mother and sister sitting there in chairs and another one for me. Instead of sitting I flop myself face first on the ground and think: I wish Harry wasn't so perfect, so…generous.

"Tell…us… everything," my sister says.

Where do I even start?

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