The Outsiders (Harry Styles)

Chapter 29

"There's a party tonight at Amanda's," I tell Harry as he throws his shirt on.

"How's your face?" He looks at me.

"I'm fine. Do you wanna go?" I ask him and he leads us to his car.

"Bye Soda," I wave to him and he waves back. Amanda and Niall left the station about ten minutes ago. Probably to go suck each other's faces off.

"Is it a soc party?" he opens the car door for me.

"Yeah, but it's okay. And I'll cover up the bruise so it won't embarrass you." I close the car door and he chuckles.

"If the guys come, then I will too," he says and I smile.

"Okay, " I pull out my phone.

"You're on your phone too much," he grabs it out of my hands.

"You're on yours more than I am, on mine," I roll my eyes as I try to snatch my phone out of his hands but he presses on my messages.

"Stop," I try to grab it again but he doesn't budge.

"Hiding something?" He winks.

"No. Harry, I wouldn't be too happy if I were scrolling down your messages, would I?" I cross my arms.

"I'd use the term, slightly upset." he laughs and I playfully shove him.

"Hey, I'm driving." he tells me as my phone drops onto my lap.

"Where are we going by the way?"I ask him.

"Well, I was going to visit Johnny but he requested that nobody come today." he explains.

"AH. Oh my god!" I scream. I just had an idea. "We can go to the mall and I'll buy you clothes." I tell him.

"Please no," he says, obviously begging me not to. Well, he kind of has to. He wears rags. White T shirts, black jeans, combat boots or converse. Everyday. It gets boring.

"You wear the same thing everyday," I laugh.

"That is completely false," he shakes his head.

"Whatever. Just let me buy you a few things. At least let me buy you different shoes." I beg him.

"I'm not letting you buy me stuff Cherry. Besides, I don't want new clothes," he groans.

"Shut up," I roll my eyes. "let's go. Southshore Mall. Now."

"I hate you," he jokes as he heads into the direction of the mall.

"Stop complaining, you look fine." I roll my eyes at Harry as I do my eyeliner.

"I look like Brad Pitt," he huffs. Seriously? He doesn't look like Brad Pitt, he looks normal. Instead of jeans I bought him black pants and instead of converse I bought him black Vans. It looks so much better. But the best part is that he's not wearing a white shirt. He's wearing a white shirt with a jacket over, not leather. He always wears leather. He just doesn't get that it looks so much better this way.

"I didn't like how you spent that much money," Harry pulls out his phone.

"Shut up," I tell him as I apply mascara.

"Lay off the make up," he tells me.

"No," I respond.

"And you're not wearing that dress, nope. I'm sorry," he stands up.

"Why?" I cross my arms.

"Your boobs are popping out," he points to my breasts.

"Harry, give me a break," I laugh.