Harry's P.O.V
I was driving Lux to school when I saw the girl from yesterday. She was standing beside her car, waving. The looked in direction she was waving at. It was a boy, too young to her boyfriend, too old to be a kid she's babysitting. Lux sat in the very back seat, clearly, she's upset again. I look through the mirror. Oh god, she has that "look." The "why-the-hell-am-I-even-here" look.

"Hey, Lux," I say, adjusting the mirror, so I can see her better. "What's wrong?"

"Ugh," She sighed. "It's just, I'm 14 years old, I'm in 9th grade and I DON'T NEED YOU TO BABYSIT ME ANYMORE HARRY! I'm not five year old child. Why can't I just take the damn bus?"
I stop looking and start paying attention for a spot to park in. We've had this conversation over a hundred times already, when will she understand?

"Lux," I start. "You know why. We've had this talk almost everyday. It's not safe."

"The school isn't safe." She mutters under her breath. And it's true, this school isn't very safe. She's in the youngest grade in high school, so often, older kids, let's just say "do older stuff." Plus, she's not allowed to have a boyfriend until she's 15, and is not allowed to "do it" until she's nineteen. Lou says she can have a boyfriend when she's thirteen, but uh, I don't think so.

A red car drove out of it's spot, leaving it for me. The moment I park, I realize two things. One: Lux is already gone. Two: I'm beside the girl again. I get out carefully, aware of her car door, which still has a dent in it.

"You know," I say. "I can really pay for the dent in your car, it's my fault anyways." She whirls around, her hair swaying through the air.

"Oh! Hi Harry!" She says excitedly, then realizes my offer. "Um, uh, no thanks, it's fine. I'll work for it. It's a part of growing up right? I can't have a personal Harry Styles to pay for everything." I nod, she's right. "Oh!" She says all of a sudden. "Um, by the way, I'm Kim. Kim Fusick."

"Nice to meet you again, Kim." I say, looking over my shoulder at Lux. She is with a boy, the same boy Kim was waving to. "Oh, hey." I exclaim suddenly remember something, now knowing that Kim's "friend" knows Lux. "Lux' 15 birthday is next week, she said I could bring someone. You, uh, wanna go? Just assuming you know that boy over there with Lux."

Kim's P.O.V
I look at where he's pointing. It's Owen and Lux.

"Oh Owen, yeah I know him," I simply say. "He's my brother."

"Good," He smiles, showing his ADORABLE dimples. "Then it's settled. I can text you the information. What's your number?" No. Fricking. Way. Harry Styles just asked for my number. How am I doing this??

"Uh, s-sure!" I almost shout. "852-963-7410" He smiles again as he types it on his phone. Harry lifts up his hand and waves as he returns to his car. No fucking way. He just got my number. Could this day get any better?

Lux' P.O.V
I walk in the crowded hallways beside Owen. I never knew he liked me that much until just yesterday.

"Um, Owen, " I say right before we go our separate ways. I nods his head. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come to my 15th birthday party next week." Please say yes! Please say yes!!

"Totally, I'd love to, just text me everything I need to know." He replied. YES!!Before he left, I gave him a small kiss on the cheek. His faced turned red as he walked down the hall. Nice one Lux!

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