A/N: that gif just kills me haha

There are two things you should know about Harry Styles. First being his uncanny fear of clowns. Those creatures stilting around in their frilly costumes and colourful wigs gives him the heebie-jeebies. But that's a story for another day.

And second is his boisterous flirting with people, no matter the gender. Just the other day, we were in a club and he couldn't control his hormones. One second he's flirting with a girl in a flimsy red dress and twenty minutes later, he's using his charms on the handsome bartender.

No wonder he's single right now.

So, when I find him talking to the employee, or rather ogling her boobs, I am not surprised.

I go over to them and clear my throat. Harry and the woman, who is apparently named Laura(at least that's what her name tag says), turn to look at me. Harry's grinning face immediately turns to one of annoyance.

"What, Megan?" He snaps.

"Woah...what did I do?" I've been trudging around this market like a caveman who is trying to figure what the hell this place is and he's the one snapping at me?

From the corner of my eye I see Laura taking this as a cue to leave, and makes her way to the other aisle, not before giving me a thankful look.

"See, this...is what you did," he says pointing towards the empty space where she once was.

"She wasn't even interested in you," I say rolling my eyes.

"How can you say? I mean, I am young, she...most probably was. I am hot, she was definitely hot. The only difference is that she didn't have a cock-blocker friend like I do!" He narrows his eyes at me.

Chuckling, I pat him on the shoulder and purse my lips as if to say 'better luck next time!'

"Whatever. Guess who's paying today, huh?" I smirk.

"What?"

"Yup. Who takes the longest, pays. Remember?"

He looks at his watch to confirm his suspicions, then sighs dramatically. "Damn!" He puts on a serious expression and continues,"For the last time, I am not playing this stupid, stupid game ever again." He shoots daggers at me with his eyes, making me grin.

"We'll see."

~~

Nevertheless, we made our way towards the checkout counter with our items in the trolley and scowls on our faces as Harry forgot my banana chips--obviously-- and it was too late for us to go hunting down for it, so instinctively I kicked him on the shin. With quite the impact, I must say. His displeased look only added fuel to my smugness.

"How much is it?" Harry asks
pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

The cashier looks up from the items while making our transactions. "Fifty-two and five," he responds.

I look at him, noticing him for once, and gasp, "Oh my god!"

Harry's expression is terrified. "What-what happened?"

I catch hold of his arm and say excitedly, "Doesn't he look like Jordan? Michael Jordan?"

His eyes widen. "You bet my ass he does!"

The cashier looks on with a bored expression, patiently waiting for his money.

I lean on the counter on my elbows and palm my cheeks. "Are you like...related or something?"

"Look, woman, just gimme the amount." He speaks, annoyed.

"Tone down the attitude, will you?" I say giving him a weird look.

Pointing towards him, I mouth to Harry, "What's his problem?"

He looks over at the shithead cashier and hands him his money with a glare.

"That'll be fifty-two. Five cents less."

"So? It's just five cents, man." Harry looks like he would pounce on him if he continues to bicker with us.

"It's against our policies," he deadpans.

This just infuriates Harry even more. "Wha--"

"Here it is," I interrupt him before this gets out of our hands and slide the money towards him on the counter.

He takes it, looking at the both of us, and finally hands us our bags.

Taking our bags in both of our hands, I gently push Harry by the shoulders towards the exit and shout over my shoulder, "Not to be rude or anything," I turn to look at the Michael Jordan doppelganger with a fake smile plastered on my face and walking backwards I continue," But you suck, dickhead!"

And then I make my exit.

We move towards the parking lot to fetch our car. Opening the car door I mutter, "What was the matter with him?"

"Dunno. He's probably on his man period or something." Harry says chuckling.

I laugh at his little joke. I start the radio and get comfortable in my seat, leaning my head against the window.

Sighing, I look at him driving the car nodding his head along with the music. His curls ruffled up in all directions making him look cuter than he already is.

He catches me watching him and turns to look at me with a smile. "What?" He asks looking ahead, occasionally glancing at me.

"Nothing. Just...it's been a long day. I'm tired." I close my eyes listening to the soft melody of the song in the background.

"It has," he agrees. "Let's just go home and rest,yeah?"

I hum.

~~

"Rose? Aunt Rose?" I singsong, calling for her.

Harry moves to the kitchen to place the bags on the counter and opens the refrigerator to fetch a water bottle.

"In here," she yells back making her way down the stairs.

She smiles at us and asks, "Hey, did you get everything?"

"Yeah, yeah. We did. Where's mom?" I go over to her to hug her.

"Well, her flight delayed. So, she'll not be here until tomorrow afternoon," she replies pulling away from the hug.

"Killjoy..." Harry mutters under his breath, playfully.

"Hey! It's not my fault." She defends herself. "Now, you two..go wash your hands and eat your dinner."

We politely deny her, telling her we're very tired and not so hungry. Harry even goes to lengths telling her he needs to get his beauty sleep now or else he'll pass out on the kitchen floor.

After several reasonings, she finally agrees with a sigh and sends us off to our rooms.

I put out my coat and make my way to his room only to see him struggling to get out of his jacket.

Chuckling, I go over to him to pull him out of his misery. "Why are you even wearing this leather jacket. This is like...decades old." I cringe.

"It just adds to the look," he replies coolly. I roll my eyes but don't say anything.

"Fine. Goodnight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. Never keep your room so bright!" I reach the door and lean on it. "And remember, don't wear boxers too tight!" I whisper seductively.

He plays along with me. "You sure you're not turned on right now?" He asks as he removes his T-shirt.

"Nope," I say closing my eyes to show his body has no effect on me.

I remove my hands from my face to look at him. "Oh my God, my eyes, my eyes!" I screech looking at his toned abs.

He laughs out loudly at my fake expression.

"Goodnight, Megan."

"Goodnight, Harry."

A/N: THE CHAPTERS ARE GONNA GET LONGER AND BETTER, I SWEAR.

ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKED IT.

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-E.