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May POV

Unknown number: heyyy it's Harry

Me: hi

Harry: is this dinner thing casual

Me: it's at my house

Me: so yeah

Harry: ha ha , you're so funny

Me: I tried

Harry: I knew you were sarcastic

Harry: you look like it

Me: thanks ?

Harry: np :p

Harry: so, wyd

Me: watching TV, you?

Harry: texting your sister

Harry: and you

Me: when you bring up my sister, it makes me wanna barf

Me: also, it makes me want to stop texting you sooo I'll see you at dinner

Harry: noooooooo don't go :(

Me: ._.

Harry: (:

Harry: what show are you watching

Me: friends

Harry: great show

Me: I know

Harry: ._.

Me: ._.

Harry: :p

Me: :0

Harry: .-.

Me: wtf are we doing

Harry: idk hahaha

Harry: so

Harry: friend

Harry: buddy

Me: stop

Me: we're not friends

Harry: uhuh

Me: uhuh

Harry: :)

Harry: we're friends hehe

Me: uhuh

Harry: I dislike you

Me: I know

Me: why else would you be taking to me? :))

Harry: I was joking

Me: I wasn't

Harry: ...

Harry: wanna hangout tomorrow?

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Me: I'm crying omg

Harry: how's that funny?

Me: you

Me: wanting to hangout with me

Harry: :(

Harry: we can't hangout?

Me: why do you want to?

Harry: bc we're friends.

Harry: plus I saw the ladder near the window, I can sneak in and we can hangout :)

Me: my sister will be home most likely

Harry: ok?

Harry: idc

Harry: we can watch movies and stuff :)

Me: ...

Me: okay sure

Harry: cooool

Harry: igtg get ready, see ya tonight

Me: we won't be talking lol

Harry: we can text ;)

Harry: April

Me: smh ttyl

"What's up bitch?" Adam says as he walks into my room. I lock my phone and look to him.

"Nothing really, you?"

"I'm hungry." He lays down next to me. "What's for dinner?"

"Food." He nudges me.

"Hm, I thought cat shit was was the entree." He remarks making me laugh. "So, Harry's coming to dinner."

"Yeah." He glances to me. "And you're gonna look homeless again?"

"Piss off."

"Sassy." He chuckles. "Wanna hang tomorrow?"

"I can't I'm busy." He laughs, hard. He wipes his eyes and look to me. "You're busy? Doing what?"

"I'm hanging out with Harry." I mumble lowly.

"I can't hear you."

"I'm hanging out with Harry." I say. His brown eyes wide.

"As in-"

"Yeah." I murmur.

"Yes, girl get that dick!" I slap his chest.

"Shut up. We're just hanging out."

"If I were you, I'd be fucking him."

"Ew." I cringe. I roll out of bed.

"You know what's ew? Your panty line. Are you wearing granny panties again?" I laugh.

"What was I doing today?"

"I'm assuming nothing. Change my dear friend into a underwear that doesn't have no big panty line. And a shirt that isn't that."

I look down at my shirt. It's a band tee. "Well, look away." I say as I'm about to change. He does and I change. "You can look now."

"Just go with a hoodie. Your ass is hopeless today." I flip him off and change back into my band tee that is comfortable.

I sit back down.

"You know Sadie is going to be looking like she just got off a plane from Paris. You're looking like you got off the plane from--" I cut Adam off.

"Fuck off."

"I love hearing you swear."

***

We sit at the table. Of course my parents are talking to Sadie and Harry. They're more interested in them then Adam and I.

I'm not complaining, I'd rather have it that way. "May, can you go to the kitchen and grab the salt shaker?" My Mom asks.

"Uh, sure." I murmur. I get up and head to the kitchen. As I'm getting it, Adam comes in with wide eyes.

"What? Are they talking about me?"

"No, but Harry was totally looking at your ass. Thank me for making you change out of your granny panties." He whispers.

"No, he wasn't."

"Uh, yeah he was. I saw him look from your parents to your ass, then to me because I smiled at him."

"Adam-"

"Give me the details tomorrow." We walk back into the dinning room.

"Thank you." I nod and drink my water.

"May, are you excited for the new school year?" My Dad asks.

"No."

"Why not?" My mother chimes in. "You can be more sociable." I huff.

"Mom, that's like asking a blind person to see." Sadie remarks. "Her stutter won't get her anywhere." The table goes silent and Adam looks to me.

"Don't say anything." I mumble to him.

"She's a-"

"Shh."

"Uh, anyways Harry, have you applied to colleges?" My father asks.

"Uh not yet. I have my eye on a few."

"Oh nice." My dad smiles. "Which ones?"

"Washington State, since it's only an hour or so from here. Penn State, and St. John."

"Great schools. May, didn't you want to go to WSU?" My dad asks, looking at me. "They, uh have a good English program, no?"

"May, with English? She can barely speak it."

"Sadie." Harry scolds.

"May I be excused?" I look to my Father. He nods. Adam follows me. I catch a look from Harry. Pity in his eye.

Adam closes my door behind himself. "Uh, that was rude."

"Her or me?"

"You." He says sarcastically. "Obviously her. You didn't do anything. You're an amazing writer."

"Thanks." I mumble.

"You're welcome." He sits next to me.

***

A few hours later Adam and I decided to head out for dessert. We usually go to a diner down the street.

"May, where are you going?" My dad asks.

"Out." I reply.

"Stay for dessert, no?"

"Does she really need it?" I hear Sadie remark.

"Stop being a tool." Harry says to her. Adam nudges me.

"Just sit down for 5 minutes. It's chocolate cake." Adam loves chocolate cake so he leaves me and goes back to where he once sat. I follow behind and sit down. I don't take any, I don't want to eat now.

I look up from my place mat and see Harry looking at me. Then he narrows his eyes to my phone. I look at my iPhone screen.

Harry: don't listen to your sister

Harry: she's an ass

Harry: you're perfect the way you are

I look up and see Adam glancing at my phone. He's smirking. I look back to Harry who is smiling softly at me.

Me: thanks

Harry: np friend ;)

~

Adam had to leave after dessert. His Mom got mad that he didn't clean his room.

I hear Sadie and Harry talk from my room. "What the hell was that back there?" Sadie exclaims.

"What was what?"

"You calling me a tool, duh."

"It wasn't right to call your sister fat. Or make fun of her stutter."

"Since when do you care about how I treat her? You've never complained before."

"Because I was a pussy and since you're my best friend I let it slide. It's just becomes annoying and cruel after a while, no? She gets made fun of enough."

"Okay, and?"

"Sadie, that's your sister."

"I'm aware."

"Why are you an ass to her? She's not fat."

"You checked out my sister?"

"No." He defends. "I've looked at her. And she's not fat."

"So, you checked her out?" Sadie chuckles. Wow, they talk loud.

"I didn't stare at her boobs or ass, Sadie." Harry says. "But you can tell when someone is fat or not."

"Okay? Why are you defending her. It's not like you care."

"It's messed up!" He exclaims. "What if you were made fun of because of a stutter that you can't control? Or made fun of because you may not be as thin as every other cheerleader or popular girl? It's just having a soul, Sadie. And for god sakes, that's your sister. You aren't supposed to be making fun of her."

"So, you like her now?" Sadie asks. Her voice tense. "Last time I checked you were laughing once at her."

"I know, and I feel like shit because of it. As well as every other kid I made fun of. Look, I'm going to go now. Just think about what I said, okay?"

"Fine."

"Fine."

I hear her door close and footsteps go downstairs.

Harry: wanna go to the diner with me?

A://N

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