Happily (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: Final Days Of Summer

I was dreading going into eighth grade in a couple days. Laying here on my hammock is something I've become accustomed to and am not eager to leave. I'm currently waiting for my best friend, Harry, to come over so we can go to the mall to get new clothes for school.

The summer breeze blew through the holes of my cotton t-shirt as I swung my feet over the hammock's edge. I heard the fence gate of my backyard open, and looked up to see the curly-haired boy getting off his bike before coming my way.

"Hey Rosie! You ready?" Harry asked as he walked over to me.

"Yup!" I announced and he helped me up. I pulled out my wallet and asked how much money he brought.

"I thought we were just going to split yours." he said and I eyed him suspiciously. "You know, cause you're my best friend ever and you're so nice." Harry claimed with a cheeky smile, sounding unsure on that last bit.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Fine, but just this once."

It won't be the last time.

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"Harry, I hate you."

"Feeling's mutual." he played along half-heartedly.

"You wasted all my money!" I laughed. "And that was from just one store."  

Harry grabbed my hand with his chocolatey mess of a palm. His sweet tooth is uncontrollable when the candy shop is close in proximity.

 "I'm sorry, Rosie. I'll pay you back. Promise." he faked a frown. "And besides, don't you want me to look good?" As if a wiggle of his brows would reconcile his theft.

I yanked my hand away from him. "No amount of expensive shirts will get rid of that body odor you carry around with you," I tell him. "Would it kill you to use some axe body spray like the rest of the guys at our school?"

"I like to think I'm unique." Harry puffs his chest confidently.

"Yeah, you don't usually get ham and sweat in one sniff, if that's what you mean." I tease, and he froze a few feet behind me.

"Oh you'll pay for that one, Monet." And with that he's chasing me down sidewalk, bags flailing about.

The tumble to the ground is brutal, but we have no intention of stopping. "Eat my dust, Styles!" And with that I run. He'll likely trip on the loose lace of his shoe so I take my chances and catch my breath for a moment as he surpasses me.

"How the turn tables-!" The sidewalk has no mercy, the boy surely got a scrape.

"What was that?" I call, crouching to his position.

"Oh shuddup," Harry said affectionately, wiping off his shoulders even though there was no dirt collected there.

We arrived to his house with sweaty foreheads and slick shirts. At the doorstep, I sighed and told him goodbye. Before I could walk away, however, Harry pulled me back to thank me and pat my head mockingly. He thinks he's got it better just because I lack the extra inches, but I can still kick his ass any day.

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A/n: ayo gimme feedback or just enjoy.