Just Another Dream?

Macy was you're typical High school senior. She's got a group of great friends, Britt, Jen, Tiff, and Gabby. They all are absolutely insane. They also are OB-SESSED with One Direction.
Hopefully you enjoy reading the twists and turns of these 5 girls' senior year. :)

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5. OMG. HANGING WITH HARRY?!?!

BUM BUMMM. I know it's kinda predictable, but whatever.. I'm really getting into this, I've written 4 chapters in a day and a half. hope you enjoy it. here's chapter 5. :P :) 

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I step off the bus to see a figure, he has curly brown hair, gorgeous green eyes, and he's wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with a white shirt and a beanie over his hair.

If you haven't guessed... Harry Fucking Styles is at my bus stop, waiting for me, so we can hang out. Like my life right now could not be better. 

I run off the bus and tell Britt I'd talk to her later, she winked at me and said "BE SAFE!!" jokingly.

"Hello love" he says as I walk up to him and smile. 

He pulls me in for a hug and says "Shall we go?"

I nod and start walking in the direction of my house.. because, you see, there's only ONE DIRECTION.. ha ha, corny pun. Don't hate.

He walks right next to me and grabs my hand. I blush and suddenly hear people behind us. The girls from the bus got off so they could meet Harry, well back off bitches, he's mine.. well kinda.

"Oh my God, why is Harry holding her hand?"

"How do they know each other?"

"Did anyone else know Harry was going to be in Wildwood today?"

"Is there a 1D concert at the boardwalk tonight?"

"Where are the rest of the boys?"

I try ignoring them, and I think Harry can tell they're annoying me so he stops in the middle of the street, stands in front of me, and tells me to jump onto his back. So I did as he said.

.... What am I going to deny a piggy back ride from Harry Styles? No, didn't think so.

The whole way back to my house we're laughing and talking as if we'd been friends forever, and then we turn down my street to see that on my front step there was a bouquet of flowers, they were beautiful. 

"Do you like them?" His amazingly raspy voice says.

"I love them, they're beautiful Harry."

"I saw them, and they reminded me of you, I know it's corny, but it's true. I was going to bring them to your stop, but I didn't want you to carry them all the way home."

"Aw, thank you so much" I say smiling, I'm pretty sure, at this point, I'm blushing too.

"No problem babe" he says, almost as if it was a habit. 

I smile up at him and kiss his cheek. "Wanna come inside?" 

"Am I allowed?" He asks.

"Well, my mom has a strict 'No Amazingly Handsome Boys Named Harry Styles' Rule, buuut I think you can get away with it." I say sarcastically with a wink.

"Ouch" he says jokingly. 

I unlock the door and head inside still holding his hand I pull him in as my dog jumps up on both of us.

"Is it okay if I close this door?" he asks as he kicks off his shoes. I think its a foreign thing because I have a friend from Germany that hangs out every once in a while and she does the same thing. 

"Yeah, we have to keep it shut so the dog doesn't bark, she barks at everything and the neighbors get all pissy."

"Alright" he says smiling.

"Want something to eat? I'm having leftover tacos, I know they're your favorite" I say smiling back.

"Me? Eat Tacos? UGH Who do you think I am? Tacos are natures way of saying 'Fuck you'." He says trying to hold back laughing.

"Oh so we've got a smart ass in our midst?" I stick out my tongue and he comes up to me and pokes my sides. 

"You know it." This time he winks.

Oh sweet Jesus, he is a God, like his face is perfectly defined, his muscles are amazing, and his eyes are a gorgeous shade of green that I wish I could stare into for all my life. Don't even get me started on his lips. If I could, I would kiss him right now.. buut... I don't know if he wants that. so I'll just wait for him to make the first move.

I put the leftovers in the microwave and go out to see Harry on the floor playing with my dog. 

"You could turn the tv on you know" I say laughing a little.

"Oh, okay, do you want me too?" He says laughing back.

"If you don't want to its fine, the tacos are almost done. So if you wanna pull the coffee table over to the couch we can eat on the couch." I say laughing at myself.

"Sounds like a plan" He says smiling.

I get all the toppings and such and arrange them on the table. 

Harry sits on the couch as I get the meat and shells and stuff, my dog tries to eat the stuff all over the table but we push her down before she can.

We make our fancy leftover tacos and continue talking, we play twenty questions and I learn a lot more about Harry then I ever thought possible, I thought I knew everything, but I really didn't. 

After that educating game we turned on the tv and started watching Bambi, Harry chose it. I know he loves that movie.

After a while I fall asleep on Harry's shoulder, I wake up just when the movie is over and Harry is sitting there laughing at me.

"What's so funny?" I ask him, totally oblivious. 

"Oh nothing." He says jokingly.

I run to the bathroom then look in the mirror. He drew a mustache. on my face. with a marker. 

"Oh Styles. I'm going to get you. Watch out." I say with a plan.

I quickly grab my brush and put all my hair to one side and pull up my hood, sag my pants, and I walk out to Harry looking like this:


  Harry is dying laughing on the couch and I walk around acting like the douchebags who think they have swag. Then I sit on the couch and laugh.

"I bet you really wanna kiss me now!" I say sticking my tongue out.

"Actually, you look like my ex with that mustache, lose the mustache and the beard and maybe I'll think about it." he says winking at me. 

I get up, trying not to look too eager and go wash off my face and fix my hair so it isn't "Bieber-ish" then I grab two water bottles for me and Harry, and go back to sit on the couch. 

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