Wishes (H.S)

No Control.

"Oh my god Harry, you can't be serious." I stare at him with my mouth wide open, my eyes nearly popping out of my head.

"Unfortunately, I am." He says, amused by my reaction.

"What the hell! What's the name? When did you.. where was.." a million questions were running through my head right now and honestly, I can't focus on only one.

"You're about to throw a bunch of questions on me, aren't you?" Harry smirks, taking a sip from his coke.

"No, of course not." I quickly mumble.

"Mmhmm. I'm sure." He says slowly, so seductively slowly.. holy shit.

"You're so sure of yourself, aren't you." I say more of a statement than a question.

"Of course. I'm always right." He smiles, looking directly in my eyes. My heart leaps, and I'm locked in his gaze. His beautiful green orbs has me trapped, and it's so intense that I can't think about anything else but him.. and I. Us. Together.

Snap out of it, Kenny. I remind myself, diverting my gaze to my drink.

"Uh, so.. about the uh, the band." I swallow hard, playing with the straw in my coke.

He sighs, "Ugh come on, babe." He says and his eyes widen, realising what he said. I'm pretty sure my heart jumped out of my chest. "Sorry, I.. I didn't..."

"You didn't what?" I ask.

"I didn't mean to say it out loud." He admits, looking down.

"Hey.." I say, reaching over to tilt his chin up. "I like it."

"You do? Really?" He grins, and he's instantly back to his cute self I've come to known these past, like, two days.

"Yes, I do." I smile.

"Well then, I'll keep that in mind." He says, once again, showing off his incredible dimples.

"Why are you doing this." I whisper, picking at my nails.

"What do you mean?" He asks and I close my eyes at my idiocy for saying it aloud.

"Nothing." I slowly shake my head and I'm relieved the waiter came with our order. She placed the food on the table and I thanked her, taking the first bite of my chicken pasta.

"Mm.." I mumble in appreciation, my stomach thanking me for the food. "Now, seriously, back to the band."

"Fine, fine." He sighs, clearly knowing I'm not going to let this one go.

"Okay, first, what's the name?"

"One Direction." He mumbles, taking another bite of his chicken.

"Catchy. When did you start the band?"

"About two or three years ago.. We wanted to enter X Factor but chickened out when the day came. Ah well, it's not like we would've got a contract or anything." He shrugged.

"You'll never know, though." (Wink wink ;) ayeee)

"Yea.. no. Anyway, the band broke up last year. Zayn just didn't want to do it anymore and I was beginning to focus on my studies. I don't know.. It just didn't work out. I mean, no one even knew about us. We were nobodies. And that's when.. well.. when I started making a name for myself." He says and I immediately knew what he was talking about.

"Oh." Is all I could get out.

"Kenny," his voice is low. "it.. its not.."

"Go on.. about the band." I change the subject.