Little Things
Chapter One, Part Two
Harry's p.o.v.
"These girls said we could stay at their flat. Harry." Niall said my name like he was warning me not to mess them up in any way. "Thank you, darling." I said, looking at one girl. She was real thin, but still curvy. She had layered, dark brown, hair, that was perfectly straight. She had huge, dark brown eyes. Her smile was really pretty. She was tan, even in England, in the middle of the fall. But she held herself like she thought nothing of herself. Her friend looked like she was trying to stay composed. She was hot, too. "What's your name?" I asked. "Lacey." She said. I nodded. This was wierd, her friend was trying not to fangirl, and she was just sitting there. "Something wrong, Lace?" I asked. "Don't call me Lace, firstly, and secondly, no, nothing is wrong." She snapped at first, but then her voice went to, what I guess, is her normal voice. "Sorry, love." She nodded. "Niall, I'm going to get some coffee. Want some?" I asked. "Yea, a hot chocolate, ok?" He responed. "Ok!" I ran off to get some coffee. I came back with everything, setting it on the table. "Ello!" I sat down beside Lacey. "What's your name?" I asked the other girl. "Olive. Hi, Harry!" She said. "Hello, love. Are you a fan?" She nodded. "Can you sign my shirt?" She asked. "Of course." She handed me a sharpie, and I signed her shirt. "Thanks, Harry." "No problem, love." I smiled at her. "So, Lacey, how long have you lived here?" "Mmmm... a little over a year. I moved from Georgia. Same with Olive, we share a flat. Our parents live in a different building. We've been best friends since I realized this other chick, Jenny, was a complete bi.tch. Which would be when we were 12. It was a week before I turned 13. Great birthday gift, right?" She responded. "Oh, when is your birthday?" I asked. "A week from now." She awnsered, promptly. "November 8th?" She nodded. "Well this will be a good birthday." I winked at her, with my cheeky smile. She rolled her eyes. She poked my cheek. "Not if it's with you." She joked. "Oh, I'm so hurt!" I replied, overdramatically putting my hand on my heart, dropping my head back. "Haha, guess I have no choice!" She smiled brightly. I looked at her beautiful dimples. "Good!" I smiled. She took a sip from my coffee. "Hey! Not fair!" I said, sipping her coffee. She stuck her tongue out. I looked over, and Olive was chatting it up with Niall. "So, do you love One Direction? Who do you want to marry?" I asked, leaning closer to her, smiling. "Mmmm.... eenie, meenie, minnie, never." She scrunched her nose up. "Awh, come on... I'm in love with you, and all your little things." I sang to her. "Not a chance." She replied, taking another sip of my coffee. "May I get two cookies?" She asked a nearby waiter. "Of course." She came back with two chocolate chip cookies. Lacey took one, and handed one to me. "Thanks yous!" She replied like a little kid. "Thanks, Lacey." I said. "Haha, no problem." She took a bite of her cookie. While her cookie was in her mouth, I leaned in and took a bite. I looked into her eyes, smiling, still really close to her, with only a cookie between us. "That's for my coffee!" I said. "But you're coffee's good!" She said, in a fake whiney voice. "Because I drank out of it. And your cookies good!" I replied, mocking the last part. "Because I bit out of it!" She retorted. I put my arm around the back of her chair. I think this might end up well...
Niall's p.o.v.
This will not end up well. Harry, I swear sometimes! He was already flirting with Lacey. I took Lacey in. She was realllllllly pretty. So was Olive. I think I like both of them. That can't be good. "Olive, why did you guys move here?" I asked, suddenly curious. "Well, Lacey has an ex-besyfriend, and that chick was causing so much drama for us. Also, I love One Direction so much. We also do dance, so we moved here for a shot at the Royal English Ballet, and we both got in! We thought it would be a great opportunity, and our parents agreed. So we said, why not?" She explained. She was so well composed, unlike other fans. She hasn't fangirled, or squealed. I don't think Lacey was a fan, though. I wonder where the other boys are... oh, they're at that table over there. I watched Harry. He ran his hand through his hair, and sit up straight every few seconds. And he kept licking his lips, and smile. I can tell he likes Lacey. Urg, that boy! He better not hurt her, or Olive.
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