“Do you like this flat?” I asked. Harry shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know, I think it looks fine on the outside,” he said. Harry and I are looking for new flats. We don’t want to live with the boys anymore since we are going to be getting married soon. Harry pulled the car to a stop before getting out. We both walked up to the flat. It was a nice little flat. We walked inside. The outside looked better than the inside. The paint was peeling off the ceiling and walls. The floors were dirty. This really wasn’t the place for us. We headed outside and back into the car. I sighed and buckled my seat belt.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.
“We are never going to find a new flat! This may take ages!”
Harry squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry we are going to find one.”
“How do you know?” I asked. He smiled.
Harry and I drove by at least three other flats by then. We still didn’t find the right one. By our fifth flat, we were tired and knackered.
“I think we should go home now,” Harry suggested.
We drove home to the boys flat.
“Did you find any flats?” Louis asked as soon as we walked through the door.
“No,” I groaned and sat on the couch.
“How come?” Liam asked.
“None of them were great enough. I tell you, London isn’t the best place to live,” I said. “I say we move to Canada.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Canada is just as bad as London.”
I gasped. Canada is probably one of the most amazing countries in the world. I dare Harry insult that. (A/N; I love Canada! I’m not from Canada though but I wish I was. Canada is fantastic place. Never been there though.)
I took a handful of popcorn, which Niall was eating to me, and threw it at Harry.
“Hey!” Niall pouted. Harry laughed while I rolled my eyes.
“Never insult Canada again or I’ll say ‘I don’t’ at the wedding.”
Harry knew that I was joking. He knows I wouldn’t say that. Harry chuckled at sat next to me on the couch. He kissed me gently before pulling away.
“I’m sorry,” he gave me the puppy dog eyes. I could resist. His eyes were to die for.
The next day we were still looking for flats. The day dragged on. We still couldn’t find any right ones. I still say we move to Canada. We stopped my Starbucks and got some coffee.
“I’m knackered,” I said. Harry sipped his coffee before responding.
“Me too, I just want to find a flat already.”
I sipped my coffee. “Me too. None of these places are good enough.”
“Excuse me, but I can find you a perfect flat in no time,” Harry and I both looked up to see a blonde women.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yep, I’m from the network TV channel, HGTV,” she said.
“Oh, I know that show, my mom used to watch it,” I trailed off at the end. My mom. I missed her so much. Just hearing her name brings me to tears. Harry squeezed my hand across the table.
“Anyway, I have a great flat for you guys. So follow me,” Harry and I both got up, throwing our cups of coffee away.
“What’s your name?” Harry asked.
“Carla,” she replied. We all headed out of starbucks.
“Did you guys bring a car?”
Harry and I nodded.
“Well I’m that silver car over there. So if you just follow me with your car, I’ll bring you to your flat.”
Harry and I entered the car.
“Are you sure about her?” I asked as we buckled in.
“I’m positive. I feel like she’s going to find us a perfect flat,” Harry said.
“I’m not sure,” I replied in a sing song voice.
“You’re just down because she’s a girl.”
I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “True,” I said, arms crossed over my chest, looking out the window. We followed Carla around town for about ten minutes until we came to a stop in front of a flat. The flat was snow white with a bright red cherry door. The paint looked newly put on. The outside looked fantastic.
“Wow, this looks great!” Harry said, gazing at the flat.
“Yeah, it looks awesome!” I said.
|Harry Styles||as himself|
|Pixie Lott||as AJ|