Those Eyes

Chapter 11

Ella's P.O.V

"Okay, park here."

"No."

"Fine then. Park here."

"No."

"Harry Styles! I'm holding a dead cat. Park here!"

"Okay! Geez." He finally switched the mode to reverse and slowly backed up into the parking spot. "Hey, do you hear that?" Harry asked. There was a faint sound of Justin Bieber's song "As Long As You Love Me". "Oh that's my phone!" I reached into my purse and took out my phone.

"Let me get this straight. You've never heard about us and yet your a belieber?" Harry asked, humourosly. "Pretty much, yeah." 

"Hello?" I answered. "Hey Ella, it's me Zayn. I'm sorry but I am running very late today.  But I'll make it up to you tonight. Wear something fancy. Okay, I have to go, Bye!" He hung up.

"So, what did he say?" Harry asked, eagerly. "Not much, just that he's running late and he told me to wear something fancy. That's all." I replied. "What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," I muttered

"Okay. Lets go shopping!" Harry excitedly got out the car and opened my door. "Wait, wear this coat. You're probably freezing." He took of his leather, brown jacket and handed it to me. "Thanks." I said as I slid the jacket on. It felt cool against my skin, but the smell was breathtaking. It was a little to big, so I pushed the arms back and zipped it up.

"Try this on!" Harry exclaimed for the millionth time. "Harry! I just need something to wear for now and tonight. Its not like I don't have any clothes!" I pushed away the dress he was holding. "Fine, be that way," Harry mumbled underneath his breath.

My hands slided through the colored skinny jeans rack. "This one!" Harry called out. He held out a deep blue dress with tiny little sequins off the sleeves. "Aww thanks!" I felt the smooth material against my cold fingertips. "We should go now. Your probably exhausted." He looked at me worridly. "Yeah, I guess. I just want to get out of this dress." I picked up the dress Harry picked, plus a pair and slammed it at the check out desk. "How much?" I asked as I looked through my purse.

"311.08 £," the cashier replied. She looked up from the register and ber eyes widened. "Oh my god, your Harry Styles!" She squealed. "Yeah I am", Harry smiled.

She took out a sharpie and lengthened her arm out. "Can I have your autograph?" She looked like she was whimpering under Harry's presence. "Sure babe." Harry quickly signed her forearm and handed her back her sharpie.

"Um, excuse me, how much is 311.08£ in dollars? I'm from America." I kind of snapped the cashier back to reality. She looked at me with disgust as if I ruined her moment. "I don't know. Do I look like a math geek?" She popped a bubble with the bubble gum she was chewing. That honestly hurt a bit. Considering the fact that my team were Mathletes State Champions back in eighth grade.

"That was rude. I don't think your boss would be very happy with you," Harry supported me. I looked at him, shocked. The stopped chewing her obnoxious gum. "I'm sorry," the cashier murmered. "It's okay," I replied.

"By the way, its $500.00. I did the math." Harry said proudly as he pointed towards his head. I took out my credit card and finished checking out.

"Ready?" Harry took my hand and pulled me out the store. "Harry! Stop!" I tried to hold in my laughter.

"So this is your house?" I asked, suprised. It was big with clean furniture and an all white kitchen.

 "Yep, pretty much."

I put the box with the deceased cat on the table. "Don't put it there! That's mahogany!" Harry quickly took the box and laid it on the countertop. "First Twilight and now Hunger Games? Seriously Harry?" I lifted my eyebrows. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

"So.."

"So.."

We both stood there awkwardly. "How about you go take a shower? And change?" Harry suggested. "Okay." I grabbed my purse. "Use my toilet. You go straight, and turn left. Towels and soap are inside."

I followed his directions towards the restroom, or what they call here "toilet". Once I reached the restroom, I locked the door, sat on the countertop, and dialed Val. She picked up on the first ring. "Ella! I missed you! So, how's your day been? Tell me everything!"

"Well, the ball was great! Couldn't have been better. Um.. I kissed Zayn." I paused for her squeal to go through. "Harry, Zayn, and I then went to a club afterwards. I kind of got drunk so Zayn and Harry took me to a hotel I think. I guess they dropped me there. Harry then picked my up today and yeah. That's pretty much it. Right now I'm in Harry's house."

I waited for her response. "Wait, have you even seen Zayn?" Val asked. "Nope, not after last night."

Val went quiet. "Call Zayn. No matter what, he likes you and you like him. In my opinion, I think your spending way too much time with Harry."

My temper flared. "That's not true! Harry is just helping me out. I'm even going out on a date with Zayn! How could you say that! Ughhh! " I instantly hung up on her. "Ella? You okay?" I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Umm, yeah. I was just catching up with a friend."

"Oh, okay. By the way, the news reports say there's a blizzard on the way so you might want to call Zayn."

"Thanks for telling me Harry!" I instantly dialed Zayn. "Ella! Where are you?" Zayn asked excitedly.

"I'm at Harry's house. When are coming? Harry just told me that there's a blizzard on the way." I kept checking the time.

"Your at Harry's house? Still? " Zayn sounded like he was angry. "Are you mad? I'm sorry." I apologized. "I'm not mad. Its just that....you should probalby go to your hotel. Tell Harry to drop you off. I'll pick you up later for dinner"

"Why is it a big deal?" I asked. "Please?" Zayn was pleading. "Fine," I sighed. " Thank you. Bye." Zayn hung up.

Author's Note-

I am so sorry that it took literally a year to write a page and a half. I kind of just gave up on this story, but my friend's really supported me and helped me continue it. Thank you for reading my lame story and let me know what you think! If the feedback is good, I will definetly make an attempt to make the story much longer and better. Pinky swear! Love you!