☠EDITED☠

Well, hello.

Hayden's prom dress on side. Jasmine's will be on next chapter

Hayden's POV:

Louis and I sit in the coffee shop, writing notes down for the project. I can't help but notice the way his nose scrunches up slightly as he sips on his coffee.

"Do you not like it?" I ask.

"No, no. It's not that. It's just, I've never really had coffee."

I gasp dramatically, "What's wrong with you?"

He chuckles, "Very funny. But, I don't know. I never got around to doing it."

I shrug. "Well, as long as you're hanging out with me, you'll be drinking lots of it."

"I don't mind."

"Good."

As the waitress brings us two pumpkin pies, I clear my throat. "Okay, so you see my brother knows about you. And, he wants to meet you. I mean, you don't have to, he just..." I sigh. "He'll probably think you're a drug dealer. I mean, he had this crazy theory you were because he hasn't met you yet. But I could just make up an excuse if you don't feel ready..." I ramble on, nervously.

He chuckles, "A drug dealer, huh?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, okay. I'll meet him."

"Oh, really?" I ask, surprised.

"Of course! I mean, why not? As long as he won't beat me up for liking his little sister."

"He wouldn't dare." I grin.

Louis laughs out loud. "Less stress for me, then."

I pick up my things, "I have to go prom shopping with Jasmine, can I text you later?"

"Yes, yes. That sounds great."

I lean in, and kiss his cheek, "Great."

Jasmine and I search through many prom dresses, and we finally settle on the best ones.

"You look amazing." She gushes, "Just the way your hair color goes with the blue."

"Oh, thank you. The red and your dark hair goes perfect together. Harry will be the happiest guy ever."

"Don't even, you're a liar." She hisses.

"Am not!" I chuckle, it was obvious he liked her.

I walk into my mom's room, looking for my hairbrush.

Where could it be? She is always taking my things, she'd have to be the one.

I search through her desk drawers, and find nothing. Then, I open the bottom right, and find it.

"There you are." I say, grinning.

As I pick it up, I notice a picture frame below it. Intrigued, I pick it up and my mouth falls open. It's a photo of my parents, on their 10th anniversary. I can't help but notice how happy they look.

I tuck it between my arm, and hurry to my room. As soon as I'm in, I place it on my desk, and smile.

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