Chasing Shadows // A Harry Styles Love Story Chapter Seven
I opened my eyes and sat up, stretching out my arms as far as I could.
"Ouch!" Harry cried.
"Shush!" I hushed him, placing my finger on his lips.
"Right I'm changing, so you can go into the bathroom or something" I said, heading over to get an outfit.
"Why" He moaned.
"Harry!" I hissed.
"I was joking! Jheez!" He laughed, getting up and walking in the direction of the bathroom, I made sure he was securely in there before changing, I definitely did not want my dad to know Harry decided to turn up at 5am, not at all. I picked a simple pair of skinny jeans and a white tank top, with a jacket and some converse. I applied my eyeliner, and head over to the bathroom.
"Move" I said as I entered, heading over to the sink. I like to freshen up in the morning, as does everyone.
"You wanna see the boys right?" He asked.
"Obviously" I laughed, turning to face him.
"Great, because we already planned something out, like the park or something" He said.
"Awh, okay" I laughed, pushing him out of the bathroom and into my room.
"Okay, now you have to get out the way you came in, and go to the door, then knock, let my dad let you in, and act like you weren't here at 5am. Okay?" I smiled.
"Uh" He stuttered as I pushed him toward the window.
"Go!" I hissed. He did as he was told.
"What's going on?" Dad asked. I pulled away from the window quickly.
"Just some kid" I replied.
"Oh" He said, standing staring at me. The door then knocked, the relief flew over me.
"Oh, well somebody's at the door" I smiled.
"Well, I'll go get it" He said, leaving my room.
"Uh, great! I'll go get some food" I said, brushing past him and heading into the kitchen. The next minute Harry walked inside.
"Harry! Hi" I grinned. My dad was by now looking at me worried.
"Are you a little hungover Mackenzie?" He said, trying not to laugh.
"Hell no! Tonight was... eventful" I said, glancing over at Harry. He shrugged.
"Well, I don't really wanna know so, I'm going to work, see you later" He smiled, closing the front door.
"Pancakes!" Harry shouted.
"No, I'm not making pancakes" I sighed, sitting down at the table.
"Please! I'll help you!" He smiled.
"Harry, I'm capable of making pancakes myself thanks" I giggled.
"Well" He started, taking my hand and pulling me towards the cooker. "I'll help you because you can't be bothered"
"Fine" I giggled.
Sorry it's short, next chapter up soon!