I tried to call Harry back, but that didn't work as well as I thought it would.
Finally after an hour, he called me back.
Me : J
Harry : H
H : You rang, love?
I laughed at his British voice trying to be American.
J : Yes, how did you enjoy my selfies?
H : Oh yes love, I did. I had so my fun looking at your beach pictures also. You have a very sexy body. I could just ma-
I cut him off.
J : Don't fucking go there.
He chuckled at my sudden outburst.
J : I can't wait to get rid of your phone and have mine back. Has anyone texted or called me?
H : Yeah, a couple people have. Don't worry, I didn't respond to them, or read them. I'm not that nosy.
J : Thank you for not disrespecting my privacy. Means a lot.
H : Have you looked through my pictures yet? You'd love them.
J : Are you sure you're okay with me looking at them?
H : Go ahead, love. I looked through yours so it's only right that you through mine!
J : Alright, I'll call you when I'm done looking at them then.
H : Alright, love. I'll talk to you when you're done. Bye bye.
*Hangs up the phone*
I search his phone looking for his pictures until I finally found them. I clicked on the photo app and then clicked his gallery.
I clicked out of it once I got through 10 pictures and realized who this guy was.
I have Harry Edward Styles fucking phone.
What the fuck.
I have to see him in like, 4 hours.
I fucking hate his bad. The only reason why I know his full name is because all of his bands names and his are all over Ava's fucking wall in her fucking room.
Sorry for all the fucks that I don't give right now.
UHG. Maybe the lovely twin I have will do it for me.. Wait, we don't have the same color hair.... Fuck FUck FUCk FUCK.
I WANT MY DAMN PHONE BACK!