Summer Love (Niall Horan/OC)(Harry Styles/OC)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Stephanie's POV

The four of us are sitting in the spacious living room. I'm next to Arianna on a white love seat, Harry is on the arm chair curled up under the gray and yellow afgan and Niall was sitting diagonal from me on the other sofa. Empty plates sit on top of the rectangular wooden table and The Avenger's is playing on the plasma. I smile and I can't help but run through our earlier conversation.

Arianna walked out of the kitchen holding a tray filled with four cups of tea, four empty plates, a medium sized lemon cake. We walked into the living room to find complete chaos.

"Niall! give me back my snickers!" Harry screamed running after Niall. Niall then jumped over the sofa, knocked down the lamp and ran up the stairs.

"Never! I'm hungry," he laughed. Ripping open the candy bar, he bit into it.

"Niall-whatever the fuck your middle name is-Horan!" Arianna screamed as Niall chomped noisily on the snickers. Niall looked up suddenly with a scared look on his face.

Uh-oh, shit's about to go down. I slowly backed into the foyer and pulled Harry along with me.

"Give the candy back to Styles right this minute and come down and clean up the mess you made. God help you if I have to clean up your mess," she spoke in a deadly low voice. By now, Niall and Harry's eyes were as wide as saucers and I was trying not to laugh. No one makes Arianna clean, ever.

Niall looked guiltily at her and made his way down the stairs, his head hung in shame. He then shuffled forward to Harry and thrust the half eaten candy bar at him.

"Thanks mate," Harry took the rest of the candy bar and bit into it. Arianna glared at Harry and he quickly threw the snickers bar at the table. He held up his hands in surrender, shrinking under the intensity of her anger.

Arianna stood to the side, the tray sat on the side table. She was tapping her foot impatiently, glaring at a squirming Niall.

"It's James, you know," Niall said.

Arianna just raised her eyebrows.

"My middle name, it's James." Niall grinned cheekily.

"That's nice, " she answered, pointing to the closet down the hall she continued, "Broom's in there."

Niall's head shifted from her to the closet and back. He did this for a good minute, probably thinking about how to get out of cleaning up.

"When you're done, you can eat your cake," she said and Niall sprinted to the closet.

Harry and I started laughing as Niall cleaned up the broken lamp piece and fixed the sofa. He then tossed a shirt at Harry and I finally noticed that Harry was wearing nothing but sweatpants. I think Ari had just noticed to because her eyes were fixated on his chest. But can you really blame her? If it wasn't for the fact that he had a dozen tattoos and four nipples, well two nipples and two suspicious looking birthmarks, then it's the fact that he's Harry flipping Styles and he's shirtless.

Harry had noticed her staring and grinned. When she turned to look away, a blush appearing on her cheeks, he chucked the shirt at her. It landed on top of her head, and she took it and threw it on the ground. Fuming, she marched over to the sofa and sat.

I turn my attention back to the movie and I notice Harry glancing over every few seconds. Arianna is sitting rigidly next to me, as if she's afraid of moving. However, as I look over to Niall, I can see that he is totally oblivious to the sexual tension in the air. And me staring at him, isn't helping the tension either. I guess Niall must have felt me staring at him cause he looks over at me. My heart starts pounding as a smile smile appears on his face. I quickly smile back and start watching the movie again, I can feel my cheeks burning and I hope my blush isn't too obvious.