I was getting ready for my ‘date’ with Alex. Thankfully, my parents already left, so they wouldn’t be interrogating me about tonight. I decided to go causal and I put on my black and white tribal print leggings and my oversized black crewneck. I added a white scarf and put on my black converse. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and put on some light makeup. I heard the doorbell and I strolled to the door. To my dismay, Harry was leaning against the door frame with a grin on his face. I rolled my eyes at him and tried to slam the door. He cleverly placed his foot in between the door and the frame, as if he anticipated that I would shut the door.
“What are you getting all dressed up for?” he said with a chuckle.
I glared at him and replied, “Oh you know. Alex and I have some wedding planning to do, and with the little one on the way…” I looked down and rubbed my stomach.
He scowled at me. “You really shouldn’t joke about things like that. It’s not funny.”
“Oh, but it is,” I say with a devious smirk.
“So where’s he taking you?” he asked with a glare.
“Some sushi place.”
“Sushi? How tacky.”
“Oh yeah, because we have so many great memories on the McDonald’s kiddie playground,” I said sarcastically. “So what are your plans?”
He grins. “I have a date.”
“Nicely done, Styles. Now maybe you’ll leave me alone,” I mumble.
“What was that?” he asks with smirk.
“Nothing.” The doorbell sounded and I went to get it. “That’s my friend and you need to leave.” He groans and rises from the couch. I opened the door and Harry passed Alex without a glance.
“That was the best sex I’ve had in ages! Call me. We’ll do it again sometime,” he says with a wink. He begins to walk back to his car.
I rolled my eyes and looked to see Alex’s horrified expression. “He’s kidding.”

Alex and I arrived at the Sushi Castle and parked directly under the bright, neon sign. I opened my door and walked to the front of the car. American boys just don’t get being polite, do they? I opened the restaurant door and walked inside and Alex followed. We ordered our food and sat down at a booth that looked the most comfortable. I got a few California Rolls and began to munch on them. I saw a head of curls walk through the door and I almost choked to death. Harry had a girl following him like a puppy. WHY WAS HE HERE!?
“Stella! Are you okay?” Alex jumps and tries to help me.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… The sushi. It got stuck in my throat,” I lied.
“Oh okay. So you’re alright?” he asked, concerned.
“Yeah, I’m all good.” I continued to eat, trying to distract myself from the green-eyed idiot standing three feet away from me. He turned around and pretended to be surprised. I rolled my eyes and pushed my tongue to the side of my cheek.
“Oh, Stella. Fancy meeting you here,” he says with a grin.
“Haha, yeah. Very fancy,” I glared at him.
“Well, I hope you don’t mind if we join you. This is…” he says, pointing behind himself to the puppy-girl.
“Oh, I’m Kendra. You remember me right? We met in the locker room at skating practice,” she tells me.
“Oh, yeah. I remember.”
“Uh, I’m going to go get a soda, do want anything?” Alex asked me.
“Sure,” I nodded.
“Go get us drinks,” Harry orders Caroline as he sits down in the seat across from me. She nods quickly and leaves. He puts his arm around the booth cushion and smirks at me.
“Why are you being such an ass to her?” I asked.
“What are you talking about, love?” he asks with a smirk.
“What am I talking about?” I repeat with a smile. “Let me fill you in, love. You didn’t hold the door open for her, you forgot her name, and you just ordered her to go get you a drink.”
“And?” he challenged.
I glared at him. “You didn’t do that to me,” I told him.
He shifted his elbows to the table and crossed his arms. “That’s because I like you, love.” I groaned and turned my head, looking for Alex. My mouth dropped open in a smile when I saw Kendra and Alex making out. Harry turned to see what I was looking at and looked just as surprised, but he didn’t move or attack Alex. He just turned back to me with a smirk.
“Well, well, well. Now who’s being the asshole? Ditching me for a stupid American skater boy. Tsk tsk tsk.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Well, I’m gonna go,” I told him.
“How?” Harry asked.
“Um, my feet. And the road,” I replied sassily.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll drive you.”
“Fine, but we can’t let them see us. Let’s not interrupt their little… Moment,” I said.
Harry and I slid quietly out of our booth and began to walk toward the door.
"Wait! Let's go through the back door and pretend we're spies and be all cool!" I whispered to Harry excitedly.
He rolled his eyes at me. "You're crazy."
"C'mon, please?" I begged.
"Fine," he said. He grabbed my hand and we ran toward the back door. When we got to the door, it said EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY ALARM WILL SOUND.
Harry looked down to me and raised his eyebrow. "Guess we'll have to-" He was cut off by the alarm ringing.
I gripped Harry's hand tighter and jumped forward toward the door. We ran and Harry let go of my hand. I attempted to do a super badass roll, but I fell unintentionally. Harry laughed at me and helped me up as we continued to run. We ran to a little park that was unoccupied. When we got there, I was out of breath and panting.
"We should go back to the car," Harry laughed.
"I'm tired..." I complained. A smile sneaked onto my face. "You know what you should do?"
"What?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Give me a piggyback ride..." I said with a persuasive smile. He rolled his eyes and laughed. "It'll be just like I'm injured, and you have to carry me back to the getaway car because, you know- no man left behind..."
"Fine," he groaned.
"Yay," i said as I climbed onto his back. Once I was secured, Harry began to walk.
"This isn't like the spy movies. You're supposed to run."
"Yeah, well most spy movies don't involve a girl who aspires to be in a spy movie that complains about being tired when the spy-ing gets hard," he jokes.
"RUN!" Harry groans and begins to jog. "Faster!" He runs quickly to his car and he opens my door and plops me in the seat. "Hurry! Someone's after us!" Harry closed my door then jogged around to his own side and quickly jammed the key into the ingnition. He hit the gas hard and the car tires screeched across the road.
"I think we've lost 'em," Harry said as he looked to the back window of the car dramatically. I laughed and he focused on the road again. "So tell me about you." I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"I'm not all that interesting," I say.
"C'mon, you can't be that boring."
"Oh, but I can. Like I said, the past fifteen years of my life have been nothing but ice skating."
"Really?"
"Yep. The constant pressure never stops."
"What do you mean 'constant pressure'?" Harry asked me curiously.
"I mean, I never actually enjoyed ice skating, I was just good at it. My coach and parents never listened when I said I wanted to quit."
"That's unfortunate. Yeah, I've had experience with constant pressure, but I turned it the other way around. My dad had big plans for me; graduate high school, go to law school, become a lawyer. I just stood up to him one day and I left. That's why we aren't on the best terms right now. I should be at university, bored out of my mind, learning how to decide between beige briefcases and navy blue ones."
I laughed at his last sentence. "So what do you do? You know, because you didn't go to law school?"
He looks at me for a moment and then says, "I'll show you. Tomorrow." I groaned.
"Why not now?"
"Patience, little one."
"Is that a fat joke?" I asked.
He laughed at my sarcastic reference to people who take everything so seriously.
"You're something else, you know that?" he looked over to me.
"I do now," I responded. I turned up the radio and fangirled when the song playing was 5 Seconds of Summer - Don't Stop.
"What's with your ridiculous obsession with this boy band?" Harry asked me when the song was over.
"Oh, don't even get me started. They are amazing and cute and adorable and they make great music..."
"I hate boy bands. Screaming girls, 'dedicated' fans that find out every single detail about them like their bloodtypes and ultrasounds. That's weird. I would never be able to do that."
"Oh, don't worry about having to deal with that. To get put in those situations, you have to actually have talent." I say sassily.
"I have plenty of talent."
"I'm sure you do," I said sarcastically.
"You think I don't have talent?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow.
"No, Harry. I know you don't have talent," I say challengingly.
He chuckled and pulled into my driveway. My parents' car was sitting in its usual spot beside us. Harry turned the car off and opened my door for me. I walked to my front door and turned to Harry.
"Thanks. For tonight. It was a lot of fun being able to finally live out my dream of being a spy," I say with a smile.
Harry laughed and looked down on me. "I had a lot of fun, too. It's good to relax and unwind every now and then."
"Yep," I said trying to avoid the awkward silence, but just making it worse. "Well, I should go inside now." I nodded toward the door.
"Don't forget about our date tomorrow," he smirked. I rolled my eyes and walked inside,closing the door behind me. My mom was in the kitchen making coffee.
"Where were you?" she asked, not mad, just curious. I debated telling her about Alex, but decided against it.
"I was hanging out with Harry," I replied, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Well I'm really glad you guys are getting on so well," she said with a huge smile plastered on her face.
"Yeah," I say awkwardly. "Well, I'm going to bed."
"You need to make sure you get up on time for practice," she instructed.
"Kay," I said as I walked up the stairs.
I hopped in the shower and went about the rest of my night routine before picking up my phone to make a call. I dialed the number and heard the ringing.
"What do you want, snot face?" I giggled at his 'hello'.
"Hey Stephen," I said.
"Hey Stella. What's up?"
"Nothing, I just haven't talked to you in forever. Is it a sin to call my big brother every once in a while?"
"Yes, yes it is. Don't ever call this number ever again." And people wonder where I get all my sass. "How are mom and dad?"
"They're good. Same as before we left. What about you? How's college life treating you?"
"Well, law school's a bitch," he chuckled. I remember Harry and my conversation about law school. I burst into sudden laughter, surprising Stephen.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing..." I say after I catch my breath.
"What is it?" he pushed.
"Nothing, just something Harry and I were talking about…” Oops.
“Who’s Harry?” he asked curiously.
“My friend.” I replied coolly.
“Well mom tells me he’s your boyfriend. I just can’t believe you haven’t told Scarlett. She’s your older sister. You need to turn to her for boy advice and girly stuff like that.”
“Who else has mom told!?” I asked him.
“Well, she told grandma and grandpa, and, of course, Scarlett and Sam. You know Scarlett, Sam and I are going to have to meet him. Give him the ‘sibling wrath’. It’s tradition for the youngest’s love interest to go through hell before he’s accepted as ‘one of us’.”
“Ok, first, he’s not even my boyfriend. He just told mom and dad that. Second, you didn’t have to go through the ‘sibling wrath’ and Scarlett and Sam didn’t either. How is that fair?”
“Oh, Stella. Poor, innocent, stupid Stella. You’re the youngest. We, as your older siblings, have the responsibility of making sure any of your love interests are worthy of you. It’s the protective side of us.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“How did you know I was rolling my eyes?” I asked.
“Stella, I know you.” I laughed lightly.
“Ok, I’m going to bed. So bye, Felicia.”
“Bye, Stella. I’ll see you and Harry at Christmas?”
“Maybe,” I said warily.
“Alright, bye. Don’t forget to call Scarlett!”
“Ok, I will. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” I hung up the phone and fell into a deep sleep.

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Mkay, now that my little rant is over, I want to tell you guys some things about myself.
1. I'm American (thus the American slang)
2. I am the sassiest person I've ever met
3. Combining my two favorite things (One Direction and writing) to create fanfiction is probably the smartest decision I've ever made lol

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