Smile at a Stranger (1D/ Niall)

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Chapter 12

Harry's POV

            "Come on Niall."  I grab his hand and walk towards where I saw Summer leave.   He follows me.  "You're done with your interviews."

            "Really?"  He asks innocently.

            "Yeah."  We exit the room and as soon as I look to my left I see Summer standing there on her phone looking bored.  "Shhh.  Let's scare her."  I whisper to Niall.  He smirks.  I wait until someone walks past her and I hide on the other side of him.  Then I slowly creep next to her.  Niall does the same.  Her eyes are glued on her phone.  I show Niall with my hand 3.  Then a 2.  Then 1. 

            "Summer!"  We both scream in her ears. 

            She jumps in the air and ends up throwing her phone.  It bounces on the ground a few times as Niall and I crack up.  She turns to me and punches me full force in the shoulder.  

            "Ow!"  I hold my shoulder.  "That really hurt!" 

"Well you scared me!"  She glares at me. 

"So did Niall!"  I frown at her.  She rolls her eyes and picks up her phone.  "Why aren't you going to punch him?"  I scowl at her when she makes eye contact with me.

"Because it was your plan."  She gets up in my face.

"How did you know?"  I squint my eyes at her.

"You just admitted it."   She backs up a bit, smirks, and then sticks her tongue out at me.  Dang why does Niall have to like a girl that's smart?

"Well the rest of the boys and I have more interviews," I stand in front of both of them. "But Niall is done.  So you two have fun."  I walk back into the interviewing room with a big smirk on my face.  I make eye contact with Liam.  He can tell by my face that his plan is a go.  As I pass by him, we high five. 

Like a boss.

Summer's POV

"And here are your menus."

"Thank you."  Niall says to the hostess.  We both sit down in the booth.  "So what's the story behind this place?"

"What do you mean?"  I smile at him confused.

"Every place you have taken us you told a story about.  And I'm pretty sure you didn't randomly send the driver on the back roads and pick this diner just for fun." 

I giggle.  "My mom and I used to come here a lot when I was little.  We used to sit back there."  I point at the back room.  "When I was really little I don't remember if we sat back there, but after a couple years it was the only nonsmoking area.  This place used to be filled up with old people and bikers, and that's when we stopped coming here.  But now one of my soccer friends who lives down the road from here...  It's actually the girl that caught us in the announcers stand yesterday.  Well she told me it got cleaned up and the crowd got better.  So here we are."  My smile gets bigger from his expression.

"Cool story, bro."  He leans back in his seat and runs his hand through his hair. 

Gosh, I wish he didn't do that.  Dang he looks like a smoking hot chili.  I can't even tell you how proud I am of my self-control right now.  He gives me a big grin.   It's like this whole bucket of feelings just got poured on me.  His braces are visible but I don't give it a second thought.  His smiles always give me butterflies that, chances are, want to eat my insides and be the cause of my slow and painful death.  All thanks to his freaking beautiful smile.