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“What, Louis?”

“It’s…”

“Come on, you can tell me.”

“Harry likes you.”

What?

“What?” I voice my thoughts.

“Yeah.”

“How’d you find this out?”

“I overheard him talking to Liam.”

“Let me go talk to him.”

I prance down the stairs and the boys look up.

“Harry, wanna go to the store with me?”

“Sure.” He stands up and heads with me to the store across the street.

“So, what’s up?” He asks when we walk in the store.

“Do you like me?” I ask.

“What? Of course not.”

“Don’t lie, Harry.”

He sighs. “Fine. I do. But only a little.”

“How little?”

“That I’m almost over it.”

“When did you start liking me?”

“When we met.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re almost over it.”

“Yeah. It was just a phase.”

“Oh, OK.”

We walk down the aisle and see the candy.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Harry asks.

“Buy all of the Twix bars?” I ask.

“No…but I like that idea. You like Twix?”

“Yeah!”

“That’s amazing.”

We grab a basket then get every Twix on the shelves.

As we head to checkout, the lady says “Whoa! Having a party?”

“No. Five guys.” I move my eyes over to Harry and she nods.

“So, you’re Harry Styles and you’re Rhiannon Bloom.”

“That’s us.” I reply.

“I’m a Kitten and a Directioner.”

“Aww, thanks for supporting us! Would you like a picture and an autograph?” I ask kindly.

“Well sure!” She says. She pulls out her phone and we take a group selfie, a selfie with me, and a selfie with Harry.

“Thanks again for supporting us!” I say after I sign her “Crash” poster and Harry signs their album.

“No problem. Have a nice day!”

“OK! Bye!”

We walk back across the street to my house.

“Well, have a good night’s rest.” Harry says when we enter.

“Yeah, it’s getting late. Good night.”

I trot upstairs to me room and find Louis out on my bed.

“Louis…” I say in a nice tone to wake him up.

“Mm,” is all I get when I say this.

“Wake up, please. You and I need to get dressed for bed.”

“OK.”

He gets up and we get dressed for bed.

“Goodnight.” I say.

“Night babe.” He replies after the lights are clicked off and we’re sleeping.

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