Vogue.

Seven.

"Ed's my close mate."

My eyes nearly bulged from their sockets for about the seventh time tonight.

"I'd love to meet him." I held my breath, crossing my arms over my chest watching Cara and Aiden's second round of Air Hockey. Just our luck that this pizzeria was attached to an arcade.

"I could make that happen." He mused, making me looking up at him warily.

"That's okay." I shot the idea down, immediately.

"Funny, you sounded like you'd jump at the opportunity in your interview." He copied me, tucking his fingers between his arms.

"I have a lot to focus on, a boyfriend wouldn't fit in my agenda." I shake my head, watching Naomi cheer Aiden on.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asks, making me glance his way, momentarily getting his shoulder roll.

"Uh, not much, why have something in mind?" I release a short chuckle, and meet his face. He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, point proven." I nodded.

"I'm going home tomorrow night." He said.

"I'll probably be searching for a home tomorrow night." I say, through a sigh.

"You don't have a place?" He questions, as if he's shocked.

"Don't act so surprised." I laugh.

"Well considering you've just dropped an album, I'd think the first thing you get is a house, or car..." He says, watching me.

"I don't have either." I assured. "And how do you know it's not the first thing I'm buying?" I challenge. He scoffs, looking over my dress. "This was Naomi's." 

"I'm sure you went shopping."

"You're right, but it wasn't for me." I shrug.

"Who for?"

"Siblings, and Mom." I answer, watching my friends.

"You have siblings? How many?"

"Twin brother and sister, they're 18." 

"Ah, so your the oldest?" He nods. "I'm the youngest of two, my sister, Gemma is 23." He says,  shaking his head at Cara's voluminous cackle.

"I've read a few of her articles." I nod, "Talent must run in your genes?"

"Is that a compliment?" He smirks, looking down at me.

"I guess I owe you one." I shrug.

"Do you wanna get a drink?" He asks, after a moment.

"What if I said I was underage?" I tease.

"I'd offer to buy you a drink." He turns to face me completely. I copy his actions.

"Are you intending you wouldn't buy it if I was of age?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Can I buy you a drink, Celine?" He wet his lips, letting his arms drop.

"I don't see any harm in Harry Styles buying me a drink..." I mutter. "Yeah, you can." He lifted his finger with a grin.

"Don't move, I'll be right back." He jogged further into the arcade. I turned to look into the dying pizzeria. The man behind the register looked like he was ready to shoot one of the last customers, understandably. He was a drunk man, deciding what toppings to add.

"Lina," I turned at Naomi's voice.

"What's up?" I ask, meeting her, as she walked towards me.

"You're all good?" She asks looking back.