I hate him.
If there was one person that I could hit with a brick, it would have to be him.
He as a fucking GIRLFRIEND. Why the hell would he hit on ME ?
Ladies and Gentlemen, Harry Styles.
I bit my lip as excused myself from Mr and Mrs Tatum.
Meeting Harry Styles has enough.
Maybe he's doing this on purpose. To like make Paddy jealous.
Mr and Mrs Tatum insisted they sent me home, and by they, they meant their driver. In a fucking limo. I can't complain, but I'm pretty sure the driver is one of the hottest guys I met.
I didn't look at him closely though.
"LUKE?!" I yelled as I looked through the rear-view-mirror. He winked at me as his hands stayed on the steering wheels.
"What are you doing here?"
"I paid the real driver to let me drive instead."
"What were you doing at the party?"
"Panny! She's my uh- cousin."
"Wow!" I said, trying to sound surprised.
"You know my apartment, right?"
"Sure, I guess."
I rolled my eyes as I frantically tried to find a clean reciept to write my address. Grabbing a random piece, I wrote it down and handed it to Luke.
He flipped it around and read the other side of the reciept.
"Victoria's Secret?! Let's see, you bought a white lace bra..."
I elbowed him and he flipped it back over.
Out of all the reciepts, I HAD to pick a lingerie shop.
"You know Michael called the police after you left unexpectedly right?"
"I'm not surprised," I sighed and laid down on the leather seats of the limo.
"I need to ask you something, I'm going to be straight forward,"
I gave him an encouraging smile.
"Will you go out with me?"
Wait, if I go out with Luke, maybe Harry will stop tampering me.
"Pleeeease? Pleeeeease? Wait what did you say?"
Anyway! Cher is with Luke!!!!
I know I am.