more than this ;; h.s

Chap. 3

"Give me the fucking ice cream, Asha Wilson." I glared, holding out my hand.

Asha smiled evilly. "Not until you admit you're some what happy about this date."

I pouted. "I am happy about this date."

She smiled proudly, handing me the Golden Gaytime. (a/n: idk if anyone out of Australia has golden gaytimes but if you do oml it is the best thing I've ever tasted in my life)

"Oi! Anyone else want a Golden Gaytime?" Asha called out, leaning over to look at the boys next to her.

Niall laughed. "Pretty sure Liam would."

Louis punched him in the shoulder again before saying, "Yes, please."

Everyone put up their hand, apart from Calum, which concerned me.

"Are you okay?" I leaned over to Calum.

"What?" he frowned.

"You just turned down a Golden Gaytime, like, are you emotionally alright?"

Calum rolled his eyes. "I just don't like nuts."

Niall laughed so hard, he almost dropped his ice cream. "This just keeps getting better and better."

He earned another punch from Louis and whimpered. "There's already a bruise forming."

No doubt, there was a yellowy-purple bruise the size of Louis fist on Niall's right shoulder.

"You have the dirtiest mind." Louis rolled his eyes.

"No I don't." Niall placed an arm on his hip.

"Yes, you do." Louis, Asha, Luke and Lauren all said in unison.

Niall huffed. "Whatever you say guys..."

I licked the remnants of vanilla ice cream of the stick, wrapping it in the plastic cover before heading over to the bin and coming back.

"You could've asked us if we had any rubbish!" Liam shouted, sticking his rubbish up in the air.

"Yeah, Isla." Luke.

"Yeah, Isa." Calum.

"Yeah, Isla." Mike.

"Yeah, Lauren." Louis.

"What?" Luke, Calum, Mike and I.

Louis laughed sheepishly.

"What?" Lauren asked. "I am so confused by this."

Louis shrugged. "Everyone was saying the name of one beautiful girl, so I thought I'd say the name of another beautiful girl."

Lauren blushed, while Asha humphed. "What about me?"

Louis waved her off. "You know you're beautiful, Asha. You don't need me to tell you."

Asha smiled.

I rolled my eyes at her, before leaning over to ask her something. "You have Harry's number, yeah."

"Duh." She said. "How do you think I got you two set up?"

I coughed. "Can I have it?"

"What, Harry's number?" she asked, pulling put her phone.

"Yeah." I answered, pulling out my own.

She read out ten numbers, before telling me that his last name was 'Styles'.

"Okay. Thanks." I said distractedly, adding his contact into my phone.

me: yo Harry its Isla