The Bad Boy’s Girl

Harry's pov

i had sent her a text message, she had yet to message me back, or even haven't seen my text message. It was Friday night, I was sitting in my car, smoking a cigerette. Waiting. Maybe she was not even wanting to hang with me, I completely understood if she didn't. it wasn't good for the both of us, I just wanted to tag her along. She was alright to hang with, but if she keeps throwing the word 'date' in my fade then I don't went to be her friend anymore. Wait, are we friends? Did we seem like frjneds?

My my phone buzzed, I looked down to see her text message.

'I don't think that would be a good idea.' She said, and I rolled my eyes, she was so stubborn. I had began to text back.

'I'll be the driver, and I make sure I will not drink.' I promised, but I know I was going to break that promise.

I finished my cigerette and through it out the window and then I got a text back from her.

'I'll think about it.' She text back. I groaned.

'Let me know.'


I grabbed my car keys from the ignition, pushing open my car door. Stepping out. I ealkes towards my house, opening the front door silently. Looking inside to see if I see my uncle inside anywhere. I don't know when he was suppose to be leaving, he said that he found a better apartment. And he also has a girlfriend, why isn't he there.

Mates, I live alone, my father has bought the house, about a year ago, and he decided I should live on my own just so I can learn my lesson of becoming a man.

i closed the door behind me, waiting for another message from her.


Sarah's pov.

I Don't think I should go to a party with Harry, but I did owe it to him, I did make him see a chick flick. I finished cooking dinner, wondering were my mum and dad was. I guess they are out to be by themsevles or something.

I soon sat in front of the TV with my ham burger, texting Harry bsck. Maybe I should see what his side of fun is.

'ill go to the party with you.' I texted slightly regretting it. I was scared.

why did I just agree to this.

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