I Wish (punk harry styles)

Chapter 6

What makes him think he can just come in my house like that and harass me.

He slammed me against a fucking wall.

Who does that?!

I hear the door open, I flinch.

"Hello?" I yell.

"Its me honey!" It's my mom.

She wants in with groceries in her hands.

"The rest is in the trunk. Will you please get them?" I can't say no to her.

I walk outside and open the trunk and grab some bags until I felt someone touch my hip.

My reaction is to hit... And we'll....

"OH MY GOD LOUIS! IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW THAT IT WAS YOU!" I accidentally hit him in the stomach.

"DAMN YOU GOT A ARM!" He says as he wraps his arms around his stomach.

"I'm so so sorry!! Do you want ice or-"

"No no, I'm tough, I'll be fine" He puts his arms to his side and let's out a big breathe.

I can feel my face turning bright red.

"I'm such a loser, I'm so-"

"Your not a loser, you grew up in a big town, it's self defense. Just remind me not to piss you off." He says smiling.

I like him. I think we're going to be great friends.

"Hey listen, there's going to be a sick party tonight, and I came here wondering if maybe you would want to.... come with me?" He says blushing.

He's such a cutie.

"I would love to, um, what time?" I ask.

"I'll pick you up at 8pm. Leave the rest to me." He says smiling.

"Sounds great" I reply smiling.

"8 o clock!" He says and walks away.

I look at the time and it's only 5pm.

Ugh.

I'm not like normal girls, who need 5 hours just to do their hair. Nope. I take 15 minutes to do my hair.

I only need an hour. What am I suppose to do for 3 hours?

I walk inside with 3 bags of food on each arm. I only need to do one load of groceries.

"Just put it on the table" My mom says.

As I walk towards the table I talk to mom about the party.

"Hey mom, Louis invited me to go to a party with him and-"

"Absolutely not." She says

"What? But you want me to make friends and a party will-"

"Louis is your friend" She says and won't even look at me.

"Mom, are you even listening to me?"

"Of course." She still won't look at me.

"I need more than one friend." I snap.

"Okay, But your not going to that party, you need good friends, you won't find those people at parties. You need friends who aren't drinking and smoking." She says as she's chopping up celery.

"I pick my friends, not you." Did I just say that.

She stops chopping and looks at me.

Oh CRAP.