Youtube (Harry Styles) (Completed!)

Chapter 21

*Avery's POV*

I was so filled with anger during that interview. It's so obvious that she's trying to flirt with Harry! I wanna rip her face off Harry and tell her to back off. Stupid hosts. 

Why am I angry anyways? It's his world, not mine. You're jealous. Pure jealousy is what you felt. The voice inside my head spoke. I shrugged it off and turned off the TV. Jealous? Is that what I felt? I'm not jealous! I only want that lady to back off my bestfrend. Yeah right. 

I heard my phone buzz and I saw a text from Louis. 

'Peyeeww! Glad that interview's over! Have you seen her face when on Harry's answer?! PRICELESS! -Lou xx'

'What answer? Don't tell I missed it?! Tell me later Lou. -A'

I placed my phone on my nightstand as I went to my closet, preparing for the concert later. It's quite weird that I don't feel excited. You just hang out with them an hour ago. Shut up! 

After minutes of searching and trying inside my closet, I finally found the perfect clothing. I chose a dark blue blazer, white V-neck tee shirt and my light blue long denim shorts with a brown belt. I totally look like a Harry girl. ;)

I went to my make-up 'storage' and pulled out my lovely friends. I applied a little of concealer, a little bit of eyeshadow, mascara and lipgloss. I turned on my curling iron and make my hair; loose curls. I grabbed my purse and placed my wallet, lipgloss, mascara, and comb inside. 

"I knew it! You were here all along!" 

I literally jump from my spot and placed my hand on my heart. 

"Don't do that! You scared the living daylights out of me!" I threw the nearest thing at her. Which was my Vans. 

"AHHHH! Shoe attack!" She screamed as she was trying to avoid the shoe but it hit her at the forehead. I got up from the chair and retrieved my shoe. 

"Poor shoe. You have to experience that." I coo'd whilst placing it back with it's partner. 

"You just didn't talk to your Vans right?" She looked at me like I've committed a crime. I give her a yeah-I-talked-to-my-shoe look. She just stared at me wide-eyed until our attention was now on my ringing madly. 

"Mcdonald's delivery here! May I take your order?" I answered whilst grinning. Oh, I forgot. Bayley's with me. Thought you figured it out.

"I would like to order one Avery Happy Meal and a Bayley float." followed with a laugh. 

"Coming right up! Kidding! Harry, what do you want?" 

"Paul's gonna pick y'all up at 5 sharp." he informed me using his gangsta' accent and it was not pleasant to hear. 

"Ewww! Harry! Don't use that again! It's not very pleasant to hear." 

"Nothing's bad at trying!" he defended himself. I smiled as I imagine him. I took a look at the clock and it was already 4:30. Time flies.

"Whatever Styles. Why so early picking us up anyway? The concert starts at 7 pm!" 

"The boys want you guys with us. Have a little fun? Yeah?" he explained. I nodded my head but realized that he can't see me. 

"You just nodded your head didn't you?" he asked. I nodded again. Stupid me!

"Yeah. I nodded. Two times already!" I heard him chuckled.