Harry: Where are you?
A text buzzed in on my phone causing me to yawn deeply. Stretching out on my bed I outstretched my limbs then shrunk back to normal size. Locating my phone under my pillow my eyes adjusted to the annoying bright screen.
10:15am
"Damn it!" I swore looking at Harry's text. Hoping right out of bed I raced to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do what I could when it came to the getting ready situation.
Throwing my hair in a curly messy bun I layered some mascara on my lashes and called it good. If my mom knew I was still home she would without a doubt kill me cold blood. I threw on some black ripped jeans and a random band tee that I didn't care to even give a second glance.
Climbing out my window to get to the backyard I texted Harry back as I ducked down and slung
