Harry styles as Daron Styles
Harry styles as himself
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I watch a rerun episode of petticoat junction and perk my ears up in case I heard anyone come in during it. I pop a almond in my mouth and held the pitcher of the almonds between my legs to keep it in place from falling.
"Hey." My neighbor Daron walks in shirtless and I look up from the TV screen up at him.
"You can't keep coming into my townhouse without a shirt and stop finding my garage key under the pot after I hid my spare keys." I said and Daron shrugs.
"Gotta Zayn up always." He teased.
"But you don't know what that means!" I shout after him when he entered my kitchen and goes to raid my refrigerator as always.
"So what." He shouts back, walking back in as a toaster strudel is in his hand and took a bite. His green eyes held amusement and he smirked. "So, pippi longstocking got any chocolate stashed in the couch anyways." I scoff at my best friend and he plop down on the black leather couch, his weight sinking into it.
"No. Even if I did, I wouldn't cough it up to you to offer. My funny bone has it by now and he doesn't share." I said as he puts his brown hair in a bun and prop up a hairy leg up on the ottoman.
"Bitch." He mumbled and then smiles.
"Godzilla." I retorted.
"Instagram whore." He retorts back.
"Twitter slut." I shot back.
"On my mama ugh i-" We shouted but got cut off by a knock on the door and then we burst out laughing.
"Good morning, Ms. Fields, got any violets." I heard Niall said when I open the door to his smiling face.
"I was asked to give you this when I got the chance to see you." His hands me a interview sheet and I scan it over.
"Harry styles wants to interview me on a cruise in a month? For what." I look on puzzled at the paper and then realized Niall was gone.
"Hey. That's my brother." I look at him and then at the paper.
"It makes sense now why he looked like you." I mumbled.
Daron wraps his arms around me from behind around my waist and press his cheek against mine, kiss my hair at the back of my head and we stood there for awhile.
"What to watch a movie. Maybe like a sitcom night?" He asked as he pulls away from me, looking out the window at the 2019 Ford mustang of his in the driveway sitting pretty to admire.
"Sure, which one you like to watch?" I asked, grabbing the remote from the stack of mail.
"Anything I am not picky on tvland. Doesn't matter." He said and look back at me as he stretched.
"Alright, I am gonna grab the bag of snacks from my room. Be right back." I said as he sits back down. I walk out of the living room and into my room, which is the only bedroom on this floor because the other bedroom is upstairs which is his when he sleeps over.
I grab the granny goose popcorn and two packages of Oreos. One golden and one chocolate. The golden Oreos is for him and chocolate Oreos for me. He hates regular Oreos and never understood why because he never told me.
"Here Macbeth, i grant you with a package of golden oreos." I said and he grabs the Oreos from me with a smile.
"Well, why thank you my love. My lady Macbeth always loved me and fed me. You are a good wife." He teased.
"Oh fuck you lieutenant." I smirk when he frowns.
"Who the fuck is lieutenant. I am a tiger." He said and looks back behind him, which was just a lamp by a plant and coat rack as he puff his chest out as his pecs move up and down without him moving them.
"Tiger? Yeah, no lieutenant or should I say colonel. keep dreaming." I said and turn the channel to tvland.
"Yassss, chocolate." He shouts.
"Where?" I asked.
He jumps on me and we fell off the couch.
Ugh.