I went into the guest room where my dufle was and pulled some white sandals out. I let my hair out of the towel. It was about half way dry and wavy. I tamed all the flyaway's with my Frizz Ease and touched it up with my wand. I went without make up and put my dress on, with my sandals. I added my birthstone necklace, and walked out to retrieve my phone.
"LiLi, you should call Cara now." Naomi said.
"You look very nice, Celine." Aiden spoke.
"Thank you, and okay." I replied to the both of them. I grabbed my phone from the counter, unlocked it and found her contact under, Sister From Another Mister.
"Heyy!" She dragged out, through the loud laughter, as she answered. I could tell it wasn't her, because it was a male laugh, but it was still high pitched.
"Hi, gorgeous." I smiled.
"Are you headed back into town?" She coughs, into the phone.
"Yeah, we just finished getting ready. Are you ready?"
"Yes, we're ready! Are you ready?" She asks, to whoever her friend was. The reply was just laughter, making me crack a grin, and shake my head, knowing Cara she was probably being an idiot.
"We're coming in from Huntinton so we should be there around four-ish." I told her."I guess I could entertain myself until then." She groans, melodramatically, earning a protest from her guest.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't."I chuckle.
"Damn, okay, bye love." She hung up."We can go to dinner after the show." Naomi sad, strapping her left heel on.
"We should have about a half hour before it starts when we get there." I said, checking the time.
We got a cab back into NYC, taking nearly two and a half hours, making us late.
"That's a B, not P!" Mimi scolds, tugging Aiden back, by his belt loop, showing him the ticket. She pushed him down the row, and I followed to the end, we had seats B1-B5.
"Excuse me." I wore a grin, as the tall frame maneuvered in front of me, so I could see my friends beanied head.
"Oh hey." The frame erupted, deeply. I let a small, "uh," escape my lips. "it's Harry, we met the other night?" He stuck his hand out.
"I-I remember." I nodded, passing him to hug Cara. "This is awkward." I released a sigh.
"How do you mean?" She whined, pulling away to look at me.
"I'm a fifth wheel." I moved so she was able to see Aiden and Mimi.
"No, he's not my date, you are!" She shook her head, pointing at Harry. "He's the fifth wheel."
"If you say so." I agreed. Naomi introduced Aiden.
"Do you guys want to grab a bite after this?" The deep accent, pulsated through my chest, shocking me.
"Yeah, we were planning to." Mimi confirmed.
Since we'd met, it was a fact that needed to be carved into stone. Cara Delevingne and Celine Reid should not go out in public together. We were alright until they performed Gravity by Sara Bareilles, and I started serenading Cara, making her take the next song to serenade me with.
"Okay, enough attenttion stolen." I announced, letting Cara wrap her arm in mine as we left. Harry ordered us an Uber to bring us to a Pizzeria downtown.
"I'm pretty sure I want a sub." Mimi spoke as we entered the building.
"I think I want some pasta." I said. I held the door open, as Harry jogged from the black van. Between the concert hall and restaurant alone, I'd say there were at least five photographers.
"Cheers." He clears his throat, sending me a nod.
"Yeah." I replied following them to the booth towards the back of the open room. Aiden excused himself to order us pizza.
"Come to the lou with me?" Cara looked to me.
"No." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"I will, I've gotta pee." Naomi said, making me get up to let her out. I watched them walk away then met Harry's eyes. Awkward.
"You did really well the other night." He complimented.
"Thank you." I held back on explaining all the struggles, seeing as I wasn't being interviewed, which left it silent, adding to the awkwardness. I searched for something to say. A compliment, a question. Something. I watched his dimple deepen as his smile grew. I began feeling the heat of my blush burn. "Sorry I guess it's been a while since I've had a conversation wi-" I stopped myself. A guy? No. That's not what this is.
But it is. A conversation with a guy. Male. The opposite sex.
"With..?" He continued.
"Just a regular convers-"
"With a guy?" He broke in, making my jaw fall mid sentence.
"I-no. " I stutter. "I talk to guys." I swallowed. "I just meant without having to worry about what I say." I clarify, glancing to where Aiden was barely getting to the counter to order. Harry's eyebrows lifted and eyes fell as he blew out a breath.
"I'm an ass." He commented, making me hold in a chuckle.
"I hate to agree..." I bit my bottom lip, picking up the menu at the end of the table.
"I apologize." He shook his head. "I didn't me any offense."
"We can just discard that from memory." I say, looking up at him, not knowing how this conversation swapped from me looking stupid to him looking ass-ish.
"Okay, pepperoni, and chicken." Aiden returned. He looked between us. "Did I miss something?" He asks, making Harry twist his lips.
"Not much." I shook my head, he looked up at me, and I gave him a smile. He held our gaze a moment and I couldn't handle it. "I have to pee." I stood and made my way the way my friends previously went. I pulled the door open to see them about to push.
"What'd you do?"Naomi asks, recognizing my hesitant pout. Cara looked at me, obviously puzzled.
"First," I shut my eyes. "Are you and Harry a thing, or something?" I passed them, waling inside the small white and gray room.
"Lord no." She laughs. "Why?" She glanced at Naomi as I met her eyes.
"He's flirting with her." Mimi smiles, crossing her arms.
"He's not." I shake my head. I'm not turning this into some 'I think he likes me' bullshit.
"Okay... so did you fill your bladder or..?"
"It just started getting awkward." I let out a sigh, and turned to look in the mirror, and push my hair back. "It's been a while since I've had to hold a conversation- especially with a guy."
"You have natural etiquette, Lina." Mimi glared at me.
"She just can't flirt." Cara crossed her arms over he chest.
"I'm not trying to flirt." I turned to give her a look.
"Fine." She lifted her hands in surrender. I followed them out and back to the table this time, Cara decided to sit by Mimi and Aiden, leaving the only spot beside Harry. He glanced up at me and stood, letting me get in.
"Thank you." I muttered.
When the waiter came around Aiden and I ordered a pasta salad, while Harry, Naomi, and Cara went with a sub.
"I thought you ordered the BLT Pasta Salad." Harry said, looking at the Spaghetti they had given me.
"Uh, I did..." I muttered. It was silent for a moment. I glanced up at the front counter. Harry lifted his napkin to his lips and pushed himself out of the seat. "Wait!" I all but shouted. He looked at me shocked. "It's-" I looked at the plate. I hate Spaghetti. He turned and continued to the counter. "What?" I question Naomi, seeing her look at me.
"Nothing." She raised her hands in surrender.
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Vogue.
FanfictionCeline Reid, one fourth of Vogue. Harry Styles, one fourth of One Direction. The two finding one another in need of a friend, someone to listen to their problems. They find more than an ear in each other, they find the other half of themselves.