11. I'm sorry, what?
After being sat down writing for hour with my hair in a scruffy ponytail and my glasses on, there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it to see Harry there. "Hey, is everything okay?" I asked, his face looked stained.
"I was at Marion's funeral. Where the fuck were you?" he snapped, pushing past me and turning to face me with my back against the door, I closed it behind me.
"What? Her funeral was today?! I wasn't even fricking invited!" I snapped back at him, I could not have felt more crap that I did then! I thought I meant something to her. That was when Georgia-Rose walked in.
"Can you please try and keep the noise down!" I swear to god she could've tried to look a little decent, hair in a scruffy bun and in a loose crop top and shorts. "Oh hello, who's this?"
"This is Harry, he lives across the hall. Harry, this is Georgia-Rose, my room mate."
"Hi." He said, going to shake her hand with a smouldering grin on his face.
"Hey." she replied, biting her lip whilst looking into his eyes.
I'm sorry, did I just see that? Wait, why do I care?