Sign Of The Times (1D fanfiction)

Chapter 4 : A New Friend

Three months passed since the last party incident. Since then, me and the boys became good friends. They were kind and understanding. I knew that they were not the kinds of common Type A toxic friends. If I managed to befriend them, this would last forever. And I did, now they were my friends. Very often, Zayn would invite me to his home. I was always welcome in their home as a little sister. His siblings would hold video game matches and I would participate. As a family friend of Zayn's now, I also became close friends with the other boys. Louis invited me to his home one day, and I swear, his room was a hell hole. So messy and untidy. He was so silly! Liam and Niall were decent, I visited them once in a while. The only one who I didn't visit was Harry, of course. He never bothered inviting me and I never bothered asking him. At this time, I had atleast fifty sibling photos with Zayn.

However, one evening, I got a surprise call from Harry. He invited me to his home. I was first embarrassed, but then I said yes. At 5 pm, Harry came to pick me up from my apartment. He came in and sat on the sofa without even asking me. I said, "As you can see, I am still wearing my home shirt and pyjamas. I need some time to get dressed." He replied, "Sure Ava, I'll wait. Take your time." I got into the washroom, put on a pair of jeans and a yellow shirt with the same old brown cardigan. I came out of the washroom and said, "Okay, now we can go." We left our apartment, and he asked me to hop into his car. I did. And he started driving. After thirty minutes, he stopped the car and said, "There. My mum and my sister are there to welcome you." I was shocked and said, "Oh, couldn't you say that earlier? I would've brought some gifts for them." Harry replied, "It's okay Ava. Make yourself at home. Our friendship is not so fragile that we need to bring gifts for each other to show that we care."

We went in and knocked at the front door. A beautiful lady opened the door. She smiled at me and said, "You must be Ava! I am Anne. Harry's mum." Another young lady came up to the door and said, "I'm Gemma. His sister. Nice to meet you Ava. I can totally understand that we are gonna be best friends." She hugged me and let me in. Their house was huge. Atleast it seemed so compared to my tiny apartment. I started chatting with Gemma who seemed like the sweetest person on earth. She said that she is a writer and publishes her work on her website. I was fascinated as I told her that I wanted to be a writer as well. She started giving me epic advices on how to get a publisher and how to deal with the writing stress. This continued for around fourth five minutes when Harry interrupted his sister and brought in a plate filled with coffee and cake. He sat in between the two of us and faced me, "Hey Ava, enjoying?" I replied, "Yeah, I was enjoying, until I was so rudely interrupted." Gemma and Anne burst into tears of laughter. Anne said, "Oh, no one had ever been so brutally honest to him. He needed this." I asked Anne, "Is he always an attention seeker like this?" Gemma replied to the answer, "He loves attention and would do anything for it. He just loves the stage, and sometimes I think that the spotlight was invented for him. Hahaha." Harry turned pink in the cheeks and said, "Yes yes, now stop joking about me. Huh, that's not funny."

After an hour of chatting like this, Harry offered me to go to his room. I went in and he handed me a gaming console, "Let's see who's a better player in Minecraft, shall we?" I took it from his hands and replied boldly, "Time will only tell." And that is how the match began. Harry Styles, a world famous singer vs Ava Higgins, a name unknown to the world. It didn't take me long to defeat Harry. I heard Gemma crack into laughter and rolling on the ground with tears in her eyes. She shouted, "How are you feeling bro? Isn't it lovely to lose at something in this world? Wahahaha." Harry threw away the gaming console and left the room while Gemma and me were discussing a good novel plot.

Time soon passed out. It was 8 pm and I told Mrs. Anne 'thank you' and left the house. Harry helped me reach my apartment. I thanked him for the fun, and he replied, "No you are the one I should thank. You really are the best one. Thank you Ava. And please, next time you come, please bring your stories with you. I'd love to read your stories."
And with that, I saw the man head out for his car. The car soon got out of my sight, and I was left behind, a seventeen year old girl, hiding feelings for a friend who she now loved with all her heart. Not because he was famous, but because he was a good person at heart.