Chapter 29

Marilynn

“Babe, wake up.” I felt someone nudge my shoulder. “Babe.” The irritating voice called yet again. I stirred a bit before opening my eyes, “What do you want?” I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand.

“Class ends in like two minutes.” Ashton warned me.
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Lunchtime hit and I knew that it’d be time for me to go and have fun with Harry. If Ashton wasn’t willing to hang out with me then so be it. I’m literally sitting right next to him while he showed a video of kitten attacking a man to Adrian.

Harry
I excused you for the rest of the day xx

Marilynn
Thank god, I’ll be out in 5 (:

“I’m leaving.” I stood up from seat. “Why?” Ashton stared up at me carefully. I wish he was actually worried; he’s just embarrassed that his girlfriend isn’t going to accompany him at lunch.

“Where are you going?” Desire asked me and me being the person that I am I spilled the truth. “To a pub with a certain someone, you’ll know who when he doesn’t show up to Marissa’s class.” I smirked winking at my oblivious boyfriend.

I exited the canteen ready to meet with Harry, speed walking to the parking lot I eyed him leaning against his car with open arms His ray bans blocked my gaze from staring into his green orbs. “Thank god I was able to get you out of that hell.” He pulled me into a tight hug. I pressed a small kiss to his exposed collarbone causing him to hum in appreciation.

“So the deed is done.” He tightened his arms.

“Deed?” I stared up at him to see the biggest grin on his face.

“The fake I.D that you asked for.” His eyes sparkled, in that moment knew I had him wrapped around my finger. “Oh my god.” I kissed his cheek.

“You’re welcome, baby.” Harry rolled his eyes playfully at me.

“So which pub are you taking me to?” I batted my eyelashes.

“We’ll go for food and a few drinks then to a disco so we can dance all night.” He smirked. “And after?” I inquired, brushing my lips against his. “You can sleep over, princess.” He softly presses his mouth onto mine, kissing me gently. The moment wasn’t long but it sure left me wanting more.

Harry starts up his car as I get in. The music is booming through the radio, the windows are down and I’m having the time of my life. I was playing a dangerous game and I knew it.

“I bought you something.” Harry lowered the volume to the radio so he we can convers. “You did?” I asked, surprised that he spent money on a gift only in my benefit. Usually stubborn girls wouldn’t be capable of accepting gift but I was different. I love presents, surprises; I genuinely loved being spoiled.

“Its an outfit for tonight, no big deal.” He shrugged. To him it was no big deal but in my opinion any gift meant something no matter how small. I leaned over to press kisses on his jaw causing a beautiful smile on his face. “What’d you pick out for me?” I tried to behave myself.

“It’s a black dress because black is your favorite color and a pair of wedges since you hate heels.” He must’ve remembered from the night we spent at the cabin, conversing with one another. “Where is it?” I urged him to tell me.

“The back seat in a white bag.” Harry kept his eyes on the road.

“I reached over and lifted the white bag setting it on my lap as I sat properly back down. Looking inside the bag, my hand came in contact with the black material, it was a plain black sleeve dress that reached mid thigh. The bottom of the bag there was a shoebox in it contained strappy wedges. I couldn’t help but notice a label that read Steve Madden. There was one problem though.

I hate designer.

Most girls loved the thought of spending money on stuff that has someone’s name on it but me, that’s a big no. My mom constantly mentioned Calvin Kors this and Michael Klein that. “Harry, what’d you pay for the shoes?” I bit my bottom lip hoping they weren’t expensive only because somebody sewed their name on it.

“Doesn’t matter. Do you like them?” Harry’s eyes watched me cautiously, determining a reaction. “Mm, it’s a nice pair but I kind of hate designer.” I puckered my lips to the side.

He laughed. But what was so funny?

“They’re fake.” He laughed harder.

“Really?” I smiled widely.

I couldn’t care less if they fake; money wasn’t a desire of mine. I like gifts believe me, but not the ones where you pay triple for what something is worth. The fact that Harry gave me fake designer shoes, it made me feel like yes we’re on the same page.

“Patched it on there myself.” Harry stated proudly.

“Sick,” I nodded. “Looks real, how’d you do it?” I asked him.

“My mum used to sell fake, constantly. Naturally she made me help her, so I learned to sew and patch on labels.” He shrugged as if it was nothing, my mother wouldn’t dream of selling or buying fake.

“You can change at my flat.” Harry changed the topic in our conversation, probably didn’t feel like discussing about his family any further. I didn’t mind though, I hate talking out my family too so I won’t probe about his. “Are there hidden cameras in the washrooms?” I winked at him knowing there aren’t any, I hope.

“You’re giving me ideas, Mary.” He flashed his dimples.

“Pervert.” I light smacked his shoulder.

“If we crash its your fault.” He laughed off.

“Whatever.” I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

Notes

i barley turned in my assignment on turnitin.com that was given to me a long time ago and its due in a couple hours. I was finally able to write though.