(Harry's POV)
"Hey Harry! Hurry up." Zayn says speed walking down the hallway towards the boys locker room. "We're gonna be late for practice. Coach is not gonna be happy with you."
"Me? You're going to be late too, so what the heck are you talking about." I jokingly glared at him, he went silent. "Dude, zayn chill out. I was just messing around, we still have like 10 minutes until practice." I hurried up to him.
If you weren't talking to that shy girl, who's friends with kiera, we wouldn't be rushing."
Her name is Miranda. And she's nice okay." She's beautiful actually.
A sweater never looked sexier. She wore jeans that hugged her curves perfectly. And her eyes, don't get me started on her eyes. Her eyes are big, bright grayish-greenish eyes, that could melt anyone's heart. The way it complimented her caramel colored skin. Oh, and the way her cheeks turn pink when she gets embarrassed or shy. The way she bites her bottom lips when she gets nervous, you don't know how much that turns me on. Her lips look so plump and soft, oh so inviting.
"Nice my butt." He said harshly, disrupting my thoughts. "You can have any girl you want and you choose the shy girl. No way she'll give you what you need, if you know what I mean." He raises his brows up and down.
"It' not always about that zayn." I say shaking my head.
Can't a guy have a relationship that wasn't based on that. To have a girl that you cant talk to and conversate with for hours. A girl that he can trust with all his secrets.
I turned and headed towards the locker room.
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All i could think about during practice was calling Miranda, to hear her sweet raspy voice and tell her where my party was. but mostly to hear her voice.
"Dude, slow down before you slip and break something. The floors are wet you know, all of us just got done taking showers." Zayn said.
"I need to call someone." I said rushing to my gym locker to get my clothes.
"Who? Is it someone important?
"It's Miranda."
"Oh?" he had his thinking face on now, not always the best situation possible. He has the weirdest idea sometimes. "If you think about it, she's kind of hot..." I knew that. "In a geeky way. But way to shy. Geeky shy girls aren't my type." He shook his head.
"She's not geeky, she's smart. Plus, your type of girls are well...you know." I say casually, putting my clothes on. He knew what I said was true but he didn't care.
"So?" Was all he could say. He sounded like a little kid when he said that. I laughed as i grabbed my stuff out of my gym locker.
"Catch you later man." I said, heading out of the locker room.
When i'm in my car I dig out the folded paper that had Miranda's number on it, out of my jean pocket. I dial the number.
"Hello." I heard her sweet raspy voice through the cell.
I loved her voice, it sounded as if she sang a lot, causeing her voice to wear out, becoming raspy and husky.
"Hey. It's Harry."
"Oh Harry, hi." She sounded surprised.
"I'm glad you answered. I wanted to hear your voice." I could tell she was blushing without even seeing her. "By the way, the party is going to be at my house."
"That's cool. where's your house?"
"It's on 1220 Park st.; four blocks away from the school. You won't miss it. There's a big sign that says Park."
"thanks, your really good with giving directions."
"Why thank you Miranda. So you'll be at the party right?"
"Yea I guess i will."
"Ok cool. It'll be fun."
"Oh, okay." Now I think she was biting her bottom lip. "See you later." She said.
"Okay Miranda. Later." I said. She hung up before I did.
Just as I was about to start my car, my phone rings. I answer without looking at the screen. "Hello."
"Hi. It's Miranda. I forgot to ask you what time is the party?"
"Are you blushing?" I asked her because I knew she was. I just wanted her to tell me herself.
I didn't hear anything at first. "Are you" I asked again. Her blush getting deeper, I know it.
"Yes Harry. I am. Happy?" She's so cute when she's embarressed.
"Matter of fact I am. You made my day." I was telling the truth.
"I'm glad." Oh she's sarcastic too. Like her even more. "When's your party Harry?" I love how her raspy voice says my name, it's so sexy, i'm getting turned on my her voice. She can say "peanut butterflies and it'll still turn me on.
"It starts at nine."
"Thanks, bye Harry."
"Bye Miranda."
I tossed my phone on to the passenger side and head home.
