Give Him a Chance - h.s [Completed + editing]

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After a day of doing absolutely nothing, I jump on my bed and open my phone as usual. Whilst scrolling through endless pictures on my feed, a ring comes to my phone making me pounce.

Ignoring the fact that I almost dropped my phone directly on my face, I answer:

"Hey, Perrie,"

"Hey, Are you busy?"

"No just chilling. Why?"

"Well, everyone has agreed to come to stay overnight and chill out together. You in?"

"Umm, I not sure," I rub my temple and sit on my bed. I'm a bitch. When I'm at home looking like shit for most of the day, I don't have any interest in going anywhere.

"The boys'll be there, including Harrrrry," Perrie always feels the need to bring him up during everything. I call him hot a few times and she never let's go the fact that I did. Also, Harry's apparent undying love for me does help. I'd rather not speak about the topic though. Unsure matters frustrate me. Nothing about Harry and I make fucking sense.

"Oh my— how many times do I have to tell you, we are just FRIENDS!" I've told my annoying beast of a best friend plenty of times. All friends, especially best friends, have a tension between each other in a healthy way. Harry is, maybe not hers, but my tension. If that makes sense anyway. Like I said, Unsure matters frustrate me.

"Ok, whatever. Stop being a rat. You're coming over,"

"I—,"

And she hung up the phone.

Lackadaisically, I throw on a hoodie over my T-shirt and slide on some leggings as I get ready to go over. Maybe I'll have fun. Although I'm reluctant when it comes to doing anything, I never end up putting much thought into it.

After putting on a glossy flavored lip balm over my lips and redoing my hair 3 times and throwing on a sweet, warm, vanilla perfume, I finally head out to my car. Along with bringing a bag of stuff.

I realize that Perrie never actually told me who's house the sleepover would be held at so I decided to go ahead and ask her :

"Hey per, you never actually told me were this sleepover would be held at?"

"Oh yeah, Harry's."

"Seriously."

"Yeah, is there a problem? Are you starting to get butterflies in your stomach."

Bitch.

"Omg, shut upper."

I groan and I shut my car door. I'm feeling extra moody and kinda irritated. On a regular day, I wouldn't mind half of the teasing or the fact that I would be going to Harry's. The only explanation has to be that I'm hungry.

Luckily, a moment later my phone rings and it's Liam:

"Hey, I ordered some pizzas like 20 minutes ago. Mind if you could go get them?"

"Sure. I'm starving anyway,"

As I drive, my mind can't help from wondering off to what could possibly happen tonight. I guess it has become a routine for me to play routines or plans in my head as if I'm keeping myself in check.

Harry. I guess he's had... I don't know... a crush on me for a while now. I don't like to call it a crush because that sounds stupid. So he's had this fondness over me ever since we've met. He's nice to hang out with and to look at, but it'd be too troubling to go farther ahead with him. My trust issues and cornered off personally hasn't let me be in a serious relationship. If I do want to try to be in one, I don't think Harry would be the best person to start with. He's social, loud, funny, sarcastic, teasing. It would make me uneasy as shit to pour my heart and soul into him.