American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 17 - I am in deep shit

And that cheeky attitude always getting him in trouble.

The way he can make you smile in any situation.

How he always feels bad after he takes his teasing to far.

And his silly little dance moves that can just make your whole day better.

Or the way he runs his fingers through his hair when he gets nervous.

His cute little habit of resting his head in your lap when he feels down.

And...

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shiiiiiit.

Oh my god....

I think I'm in love with Harry Styles.

"I'm sorry for ever making him choose between me and you. It was wrong." She says.

"Yeah." I say breathless, barely paying attention due to what the fuck I just realized.

I am in deep shit.

"Thank you for this." She says.

"Mhm, no problem." I say, my voice cracking in the middle.

"Are you alright?" She asks.

"Me? Oh I'm totally fine. A-okay. Gucci. Amazing." I say.

"Alright..." She draws out in suspicion. "I'll talk to you later."

"Yep. Looking forward to that." I nod frantically, knowing she can't see me.

"Bye." She hangs up.

"Oh my fucking god!" I groan, falling into the pillow.

Bark!

"I am totally fucked." I say, turning on my back.

Bark!

"I can't like Harry. He has a girlfriend." I say.

Bark!

"I know he's hot, but he's my best friend." I reply.

Bark!

"Since when do you even like Harry? You peed on him." I say, lifting my head up to look at him.

He just runs off into the kitchen avoiding my question.

"Great." I huff, flopping on my back.

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February 1st, 2009

"Ok, so what do I do next?" I asked Anne.

"Crack two eggs into the batter. Try not to get any shell in it." She replied.

"Well I think I can manage. I am a professional after all." I said smugly.

"And who taught you how to bake?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You." I mumbled, turning to get the eggs from the fridge.

"Mhm." She hummed in satisfaction. I took the eggs from the fridge and grabbed one.

"What are you guys doing?" Harry asked making me jump and drop the egg.

I stood there awkwardly staring at Harry.