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Truly, Madly, Deeply
Six
I was sitting in my dorm room, reviewing materials for finals when my phone dinged at me; I had received a text message.
Noah Roberts:
Hello there.
McKenna Lewis:
Well, heeey.
Noah:
So, since we met last night, and your friend didn’t seem to be all that fond of me, I figured maybe tonight we could go on an actual date?
McKenna:
Oh, don’t mind Harry, he’s just protective. But aw, I’d like that… if it wasn’t finals week here. It’s going to be a rough week before I head home.
Noah:
Oh, ☹
McKenna:
Aw, you. I don’t have anything planned for Wednesday or Thursday; something then?
Noah:
Yes. That’ll work; I can plan with those details. ☺
McKenna:
Okay, well, when you get things planned out, shoot me a text and we’ll go from there, yeah?
Noah:
Yeah, let’s do that. I smiled. We continued talking for a while, just about random things, but that was enough. So far, I really liked Noah and he was actually rather sweet, especially for meeting at a bar. I sat on the futon watching TV and on Tumblr, taking a break from studying when I got a notification from twitter. It told me that Harry had mentioned me. I unlocked my phone to read the tweet.
“@Harry_Styles: I’m starting to miss my dear mate @MickeyLou, sure do wish she’d come visit me…”
“@MickeyLou: Dear @Harry_Styles, stop trying to get me killed. Seriously. I’m studying for finals! Wah. #upset #missmybestfriend #finalsweek #killme”
“@Harry_Styles: All of your excuses mean nothing to me, @MickeyLou. I’ll help you study!” I decided, why the hell not? I’ve been in this dorm all day long and I was going stir-crazy. I packed all of my things into my backpack and walked out of my room. I drove to Harry’s flat quickly and parked in my secret parking spot before knocking on his door.
“Bug!”
“Hazza!” I yelled in return. He led me into the flat and I sat on the couch.
“Look at you, looking like a productive UNI student and whatnot.”
“Um, I am a productive UNI student, thank you very much.”
“Oh. Yeah, right. Can I get you something to drink?” I told him water would be fine. I pulled my things out of my bag and began looking over them. Harry had surprisingly been quite the help before I decided to be done for the evening.
“So…” I said awkwardly.
“Oh God, what is it?” he said frantically.
“Why are you assuming something’s wrong?”
“You never say ‘so…’ unless something’s gone terribly wrong.”
“Oh. Well, nothing’s wrong. I got a text today though.”
“A text from whom?”
“Noah.”
“Who’s Noah?” he had a very quizzical look on his face now.
“Noah, the guy from the bar the other night.”
“That wanker?!” he said loudly.
“Harold! He’s not a wanker!”
“Well, he kind of looked like one the other night.”
“He’s actually very sweet.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m going out with him this week.”
“Well, I don’t approve.” He said coldly.
“Well, shit, good thing I didn’t ask for your approval then.” I spat back. We sat quietly for a good
twenty minutes before I finally spoke up. “I can’t believe you’re acting like this.”
“Acting like what?” Harry asked.
“You know what I’m talking about, Harry. It’s just one date anyway.”
“He just doesn’t seem like a guy that’s worthy of your time, McKenna.” He spoke lowly.
“Thank you for caring, Harry, but I’ll be the judge of that. If after this date, I decide you’re right and he’s a wanker, you’ll get major props.” He smiled.
“I’ll be ready for my props then.”
“But if he’s not a wanker, you have to back off a bit.” He frowned. “Oh, don’t get all puppy dog on me now.” I said, pinching his cheek.
Noah Roberts:
Hello there.
McKenna Lewis:
Well, heeey.
Noah:
So, since we met last night, and your friend didn’t seem to be all that fond of me, I figured maybe tonight we could go on an actual date?
McKenna:
Oh, don’t mind Harry, he’s just protective. But aw, I’d like that… if it wasn’t finals week here. It’s going to be a rough week before I head home.
Noah:
Oh, ☹
McKenna:
Aw, you. I don’t have anything planned for Wednesday or Thursday; something then?
Noah:
Yes. That’ll work; I can plan with those details. ☺
McKenna:
Okay, well, when you get things planned out, shoot me a text and we’ll go from there, yeah?
Noah:
Yeah, let’s do that. I smiled. We continued talking for a while, just about random things, but that was enough. So far, I really liked Noah and he was actually rather sweet, especially for meeting at a bar. I sat on the futon watching TV and on Tumblr, taking a break from studying when I got a notification from twitter. It told me that Harry had mentioned me. I unlocked my phone to read the tweet.
“@Harry_Styles: I’m starting to miss my dear mate @MickeyLou, sure do wish she’d come visit me…”
“@MickeyLou: Dear @Harry_Styles, stop trying to get me killed. Seriously. I’m studying for finals! Wah. #upset #missmybestfriend #finalsweek #killme”
“@Harry_Styles: All of your excuses mean nothing to me, @MickeyLou. I’ll help you study!” I decided, why the hell not? I’ve been in this dorm all day long and I was going stir-crazy. I packed all of my things into my backpack and walked out of my room. I drove to Harry’s flat quickly and parked in my secret parking spot before knocking on his door.
“Bug!”
“Hazza!” I yelled in return. He led me into the flat and I sat on the couch.
“Look at you, looking like a productive UNI student and whatnot.”
“Um, I am a productive UNI student, thank you very much.”
“Oh. Yeah, right. Can I get you something to drink?” I told him water would be fine. I pulled my things out of my bag and began looking over them. Harry had surprisingly been quite the help before I decided to be done for the evening.
“So…” I said awkwardly.
“Oh God, what is it?” he said frantically.
“Why are you assuming something’s wrong?”
“You never say ‘so…’ unless something’s gone terribly wrong.”
“Oh. Well, nothing’s wrong. I got a text today though.”
“A text from whom?”
“Noah.”
“Who’s Noah?” he had a very quizzical look on his face now.
“Noah, the guy from the bar the other night.”
“That wanker?!” he said loudly.
“Harold! He’s not a wanker!”
“Well, he kind of looked like one the other night.”
“He’s actually very sweet.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m going out with him this week.”
“Well, I don’t approve.” He said coldly.
“Well, shit, good thing I didn’t ask for your approval then.” I spat back. We sat quietly for a good
twenty minutes before I finally spoke up. “I can’t believe you’re acting like this.”
“Acting like what?” Harry asked.
“You know what I’m talking about, Harry. It’s just one date anyway.”
“He just doesn’t seem like a guy that’s worthy of your time, McKenna.” He spoke lowly.
“Thank you for caring, Harry, but I’ll be the judge of that. If after this date, I decide you’re right and he’s a wanker, you’ll get major props.” He smiled.
“I’ll be ready for my props then.”
“But if he’s not a wanker, you have to back off a bit.” He frowned. “Oh, don’t get all puppy dog on me now.” I said, pinching his cheek.
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Suuuper short chapter, but I mean, what are ya gonna do? I'll probably end up adding another chapter either tomorrow or Sunday; the wireless at my dad's has been complete shit as of late.Sooo yeah. Comments and things are just as much appreciated as always!
Thank ya! xx