Island of love

*Harley* ( this is how i am going to show POV change so stick with me you lovelies)

It's Monday morning and I'm feeling to tired to even move, but I have work today and anybody who knows me knows how important my work is to me. I look over at my phone and turn it on. It's only 6:00 a.m. I still have a good two hours to get ready and eat breakfast.
I quickly take a shower and put on my outfit consisting of red skinny jeans, a pretty lace tank top, with a mustard yellow cardigan to cover-up. I pair it up with my pearl earrings and a pearl bracelet. I just brush out my hair put it in a ponytail. I don't put on any make-up expect for a little bit of powder and i cover up my dried lips with my chapstick. I honestly hate the idea of dressing up and all, and the reasons I put in slight effort with my dressing is two. One: I'm work at a very high paying company and I'm also one of the highest-class working marine scientist there so I'm kinda forced to dress up and two: I have an idiotic best friend named Amy who unlike myself, loves dressing up and wearing things as though she's going to a party all the time ( which she usually is) and let me tell, I can argue with anyone except for Amy. It's just best if you do as she says because she wins either way. So here I am, ready for another day at work.
I head downstairs and look to see if she woke up yet.

Nope.

Well, I can't say i didn't expect her to wake up and get ready for work before I did. Heck.. she's probably still sleeping with beer bottles trashing her room.
I huff a tired breath and run upstairs to go wake her up.

"Amy..." I knock on her door. I don't hear anything. "Ammmyy..." stil nothing. "AMY YA MORON GET OUT OF THERE THIS INSTANT!" I bang against the door. I hear slight rustling and a sleepy voice saying, "Shit.. Harley.. my head hurts so fucking bad. AGH! get away!"

"Yah.. thats what happens when you let alcohol ruin your life. Now get out of that bed and get ready for work before I break open this door and make you do it myself." I say while I impattiently tap my foot.

I hear movement and Amy comes out with her hair in a messed up bundle and her party dress half on, nearly slipping off her shoulders. "Amy.. babe.. where are you?" I hear a gruff male voice call out from the bedroom.
I push past Amy and find a young guy in only his boxers on the bed groaning. "AMY!" I shout with distinct anger. She comes in and looks and the guy and back at me before shrugging her shoulders.
I eye her with anger. "I want him out of here right now and you missy have only half an hour to come downstairs or I'm leaving without you." I huff and walk out of the room.
I hear her telling the guy... I think his name was Jake or something to leave, and she tells him that she''l call him later.

From what I know, the poor guy won't be getting any calls from her soon. God, I'm so angry at her! We share this little town home and she has no respect for that. She's always bringing in guys and once she's done with them, she leaves them mislead and confused. Sometimes I feel bad for them but, they're the ones asking for it.
Anyways she is my best friend and I've learn to accept that.. even if half of my nights are filled with sounds of moaning and cursing from her bedroom.

Finally after like 40 long minutes, Amy comes out ready looking like a model in her outfit consisting of her tight-fitted, gray dress ( that is way too inappropriate for work) and her black heels. She has slight make-up and she has her hair curled. We eat our breakfast real quick and grab our purses and phone before making way to my prized BMW.
As we make our way to work, Amy turns on the radio. Out of all the songs that could've have played , we hear You and I by One Direction. Amy squeals in excitement. Oh, that's right. Sorry.. forgot to mention. Amy has an addiction to this band and I seriously don't get it. In my opinion, they're all just rich spoiled brats who 'pretend'to care for their fans and stuff.. but c'mon.. we all know they only do it for the money and fame.

"I figured it out
I figured out from black and white
Seconds and hours
Maybe we had to take some time
I know how it goes
I know how it goes from wrong and right
Silence and sound
Did they ever hold each other tight, like us?
Did they ever fight, like us?
You and I
We don't want to be like them
We can make it 'till the end
Nothing can come between
You and I
Not even the Gods above
Can separate the two of us
No, nothing can come between
You and I
Oh, you and I"

Amy sings at the top of her lungs and I can't take it anymore so I shut it off.
"HEY! I was listening to that" Amy looks at me pissed. "well.. its getting annoying and besides, I hate them." Amy pretends to look shocked and holds her hand against her chest and says, "How could you?! Those hotties are nothing but sweethearts and If i ever find Niall I swear I'll have him moaning my name as we fuc-"
"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH AMY! I DON'T NEED TO KNOW!" I say as I attempt to cover my ear. She just laughs at me and says, "God Harley. You need to loosen up. Jeez.. I seriously need to hook you up with a guy before you end up becoming a forty-year old virgin surrounded by cats."

I shake my head and say" Uh... no thank-you. I think I'm good. And it's not like I want to be virgin, I just haven't found the right guy." Amy just looks at me a shakes her head in a sign of giving up. "I hope you realize that if you keep waiting this long, you'll never make it out of your twenties without being a virgin. And besides, if you don't find someone soon, I'm going to find one for you." I stop the car and look at her with fear. "You wouldn't.."I say shakily. She rolls her eyes at me and they smirks evilly "oh you better believe it sweetheart."
Gosh darn it... things just got more serious than I thought. Amy won't stop at anything and I know she'll force me with someone whether I like it or not. I hope I find the right guy.. and soon.

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