Back To The Future || 1D ||

They don't exactly look like friends.

"Where did you say you were from?" She kept staring at Harry Styles, sitting on the other side of the table with his mass of idiot friends. 

She studied him in minute detail: the lips as full as hers, the eyes as greenish as hers, the eyebrows that, when they frowned, gave the face the same expression... fuck he was certainly her father.

 She swallowed her strawberry milkshake noisily, but Harry paid no attention, or at least pretended not to, as his two friends turned to look at Anne with a stunned frown. 

She finally turned to look at the blond Irishman who had asked her the question. 

Niall was distinctly short, as was the norm, and wore a blond mop, also as was the norm, but otherwise didn't resemble the current Mr. Horan. 

With the Horan, married to Serena and with a twelve-year-old son named Nathan, he didn't have much in common. 

Niall Horan as a teenager was charming, sure, mainly because of his somewhat haughty and reserved demeanor, and even though he had braces on his teeth, he had those sunglasses that, let's face it, made him look hot. 

"I didn't say that, by the way," Anne pointed out in a nervous tone that made Harry chuckle, turn his head towards Zayn and lower his sunglasses onto his nose to get a better look at her. 

Anne sighed and put her hands up. "I'm sorry, but do you have to ask my fucking business? I've only known you for ten minutes and what the hell, give me some air!" She blurted out, biting her tongue immediately after. 

She almost chuckled mentally: she was looking at Zayn Malik, and she, who was a live wire girl, had just said a swear word, he hadn't picked it up yet in his nasal, fucking educator's voice. 

Then, ah, right, that was a different Zayn. 

Harry chuckled, crossed his arms on the table and looked into Anne's eyes, surely trying to look bewitching but instead getting the result that his daughter almost burst out laughing in his face. 

"I'll give you that," He smiled, showing off his adorable dimples. 

Zayn Malik, who had just finished rolling his cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, smiled mischievously at Anne.

 "I like you, you could join our group. You've got balls." 

"Wait a minute," Niall jumped up, looking alternately at Harry, then Zayn and finally Anne. "We can't have a girl in our group... although... um..." Niall blushed and shifted his gaze to Anne. 

"Zayn said... you really..." 

Anne opened her mouth wide in disbelief. Was Niall really such an idiot? And judging by the not-so-surprised but equally disheartened expressions on Harry and Zayn's faces, it hadn't just been a coincidence. 

"Niall it's a joke," Zayn warned with a snort, dropping Niall's Dogers cap hard on his head, causing him to stagger. Zayn lit his cigarette and inhaled sharply before blowing it out.

 "You know, he's got this problem with getting sarcasm and jokes," He explained. "Yeah, well, we're working on it," Harry mumbled hastily, trying to draw the attention back to himself; he obviously didn't like anything else being talked about when he was around. Egocentric. 

"What did you say your name was?" Harry frowned. She hadn't actually said that, but she preferred to keep quiet and smile warmly.

 "An-astasia," 

She hurried to edit the name that came out of her mouth. 

"Yes, Anastasia Everdeen." 

"Like the main character in The Hunger Games? I love those -" Niall was silenced by a resounding slap on his shoulder from Zayn, who muttered in a low voice. "Don't be a nerd and shut up," but Anne heard him anyway.