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

Chapter 7

Stephanie's POV

I walked into the kitchen and plopped myself down on the boys couch. I'd only been here for a few minutes but from the speedy packing I had to do earlier I was extremely tired. I could already spot the difference between the two homes. While Ariannas beach house had a eclectic vintage vibe to it, Harry and Nialls rental was very modern. The floors were polished dark wood and the walls were lined with contemporary art. A flat screen tv hung on the wall with a modern sound system and every piece of furniture was leather. New expensive imported leather. It was a bit confusing. I always thought that Harry was more of a vintage guy with his love of classic cars and thrift store shopping. And even Niall liked comfort more than money throwing. But this house just gave off suave vibes. I didn't hate it but I didn't like it either.

"I've never seen a beach house this citified," Arianna muttered as she took a seat next to me.

"Citified?" Harry asked his face pulled into a frown.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way Curly," Arianna said, "I just meant that the interior is very modern. I guess I'm just used to my place."

"Don't worry about it. Niall and I don't like it either. But it was the only one we could get this close to the beach. Everything else was rented out," he said.

"Yeah, I like your home way better," Niall said his hand already digging into a bag of doritos.

Laughing slightly she said, "Thanks guys."

"Yeah, and thanks for letting us stay here," I said.

"It's the least we can do," Harry said, "if you two hadn't taken us in before, we would have died out in the storm."

"Maybe we shouldn't have taken you in," Arianna muttered.

"So you wanted me dead?!" Harry asked. He stalked towards her a mischievous look on his face. Arianna leaned back into the sofa as Harry put his hands next to her thighs. She just smiled in return not saying anything.

"You just love riling me up, don't you?" He said. His face was so close to hers and I swear, if Niall and I weren't in the room, those two would be making out on the couch.

I looked over to Niall. His hand was stuck in the Doritos bag but he was just looking at the two of them with a sneaky smile on his lips.

Niall's POV

My hand is stuck in the Doritos bag. It is literally stuck. But I'll ignore my little problem, I really want to see what Haz is going to do next. Is he going to kiss her?

"You just love riling me up, don't know?" he said. His face is an inch away from her.

"I wasn't riling you up, I was just stating my opinion," Arianna answered back. She leaned back slightly, and her eyes darted towards me and Stephanie. As if finally realizing we were still in the room, Harry's back stiffened and he shot me a look. Alright, fine. I know when I'm not wanted.

I grabbed Stephanie from by my free hand and took her towards the kitchen.

"Really Niall? The kitchen," she said behind me. I thrust my Doritos hand towards her and said,

"I'm stuck."

"I can see that," she said. I waved in front of her face. I don't think she understands my problem.

"Help," I said.

"How did you even get your hand stuck in there," she asks. She starts opening and closing the drawers in the kitchen.

"It just happened ya know? What are you looking for?" I ask as she slams the cupboard door.

"Scissors. Do you know where they are?"

"Nope," I answer.

Stephanie's POV

How does this boy manage to get his hand stuck in a bag of Doritos? I can't find the scissors anywhere. How am I going to help him?Looking around the kitchen, I find my answer. Pulling a knife out of the knife rack, I look over to Niall. He still shaking his hand everywhere as if that's going to help him.

"I guess this could work," I say. He glances up at me and his eyes widen.

"What are you gonna do with that?" He asks.

"I'm going to cut the bag of Doritos with it," I answer. What does he think I'm going to do.

"I don't think so. You'll end up stabbing me!" He says. He's slowly walking backwards now and I step towards him.

"Niall. Just let me help you," I start to walk towards him and he flat out runs out of the kitchen.

"No! You'll kill me!" He shouts.

"I'm not going to kill you! Come back here!" I shout back running after him.

Arianna's POV

"Yeah well you push my buttons on purpose," I countered back. We were both standing, our chests so close that if I moved forward, I'd be touching him.

"Aha! So you admit to purposely riling me up!" He says.

"No! You'll kill me!" I hear Niall shout as he runs out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Stephanie comes running out after him, swinging a sharp knife.

"What the hell?" I said as Harry doubled over in laughter in front of me. Hands on my hips I waited till he was calm.

"What did you do?"

"I glued the inside of the bag so his hand would get stuck," he answered.

"Why?" This wasn't funny.

"You wanted to play matchmaker. I just helped. Now Stephanie's running after him and its all good."

"You think pranking them is going to get them together?" I asked him. Was this boy for real?

Stephanie's POV

"Niall come on! Just let me cut it off," I shouted behind him. He ran down the hall and into one of the rooms.

"Cut it off? My poor willy!" He shouted, shutting the door behind him.

"I'm not going to castrate you, you Irish idiot!" I screamed, pounding the locked door. Wincing as the pain in my foot increased, I remembered that I was still injured.

"Ow," I whimpered. Rubbing my ankle where it was bandaged I sat down on the floor.

"Stephanie?" Niall asked, popping his head out. His forehead was creased and there was a frown on his face.

"Fuck, I completely forgot that you were still hurt," he said.

"You and me both," I said. He knelt down and gently picked me up, his hand still in the bag. Leading me into the sparse room, he laid me down on the bed.

"It doesn't hurt that bad. I think it's healing."

"That's good. I'm pretty sure that Harry glued the inside of the bag. I could hear him laughing earlier," he said to me, sitting down next to me.

"Can I cut the bag now or are you going to run away screaming again?" I asked him.

He grinned at me," Can't promise anything."

I laughed. Reaching over, I took the knife and cut down the bag. Ripping it open, I pulled it away from his hand. It came off easily enough.

"You were right. It's glue."

"Well I guess that's what I get for being in a band with pranksters," he said.

"We should get him back," I said. 

He raised his eyebrow at me and put his hands behind his head.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked me.

Authors Note

Ok so there are a lot of ghost readers on here who read my story but dont vote or comment. I don't even know if you guys like it. So please comment with suggestions or questions or anything. And if you have any ideas on ways that these two couples can play matchmakers or any good pranks, let me know. And the first three people who comment will get a shout out in the next chapter!