Harry:
Don't freak out but...

Amanda:
You telling me to not freak out has made me freak out.
What? :O

Harry:
Don't be mad at me but I'm kinda making my way over to your place.
Like, right now.
I can see your house from here.

(A/N: Read the note at the end! x)

Amanda:

YOU HAVE GIVEN ME NO WARNING.
I am unprepared for visitors!
I'm still in my pyjamas!
No, Harry, why?!
>:(

Harry:
Sorry! I just really wanted to see you!
And I have your present, so you can't be mad!
I even took the liberty of going to the shop to buy you some ice-cream because I had a really horrible feeling that you're react this way and that I'd pissed you off... Sorry :3

Amanda:
OK, I'll let you into the house if you follow my rules:
...
1; the front door is unlocked so you can just come in and make yourself at home. Make yourself some tea or a sandwich or whatever.
2; DO NOT come up-stairs for you will see a female that resembles a drowned rat and who is trying to rush around and get ready as she texts this fucking message.

3; Hint, that person is me.
4; Stay down stairs and like, watch TV or something. Just do whatever.
5; I am so mad at you right now aha!

6; I'll take a little while.

Harry:
So... Basically come in and sit down stairs for a couple hours?
...
Yeah? XD

Amanda:
I swear to God, Harry.
You could have told me a precise time that you were planning on coming over.
Not a five minute warning that you're sauntering across the street with sinfully good sweets.

Harry:
You love me really :*

Amanda:
Only if you were telling the truth about that ice-cream.

Harry:
Ha, you will be delighted to know I bought two, just for you :)