ana {h.s}

8

(Oh, hello again.)

"How was the sleepover?"

"Mom enough with the sleepover bullshit, just say 'over night' now." I huffed in a annoyance, feeling bad for the way I just treated my mother.
"First off, watch your mouth. Secondly, then how was your over night?" I rolled my eyes and walked to my room, falling on my bed with a thump. Is Harry a criminal? I thought, because of what just went down at his place. I mean, he seems like a nice guy and all but what was the reason for people to be barging in his apartment this early in the morning. For fuck sake I could've got raped. Pardon my French.

h- real sorry for this morning. :(
I stared at my phone not knowing if I should be mad or except the apology.

h- maybe we could schedule another date to see each other. :) I'll bring you to my house this time.
House?? He owns a house too? I scrunched my brows together and began typing.
a- yeah, I guess.
I blinked, realizing I was texting a 20 year old man. In fact flirting with him and gave him my first kiss. I thought about it a second more and smiled. This could actually be fun.
h- is that a yes?
I looked down at my buzzing phone.
a- it's a yes.

(Okay, so I have a confessions to make. I'm sorry for not updating daily and making these chapters hella short, I've been real busy. But I'll get back on track in about a week or so, so please bare with me and thanks for sticking around!)

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