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numinous (adjective) - describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awked yet attracted - the powerful, personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired

What seemed to be hours had passed by Harry and I. He told me countless stories, nothing personal but ones that answered my questions and made me laugh.

But then he began to me how he grew up in a poor family in Cheshire. He told me how his mom remarried into money when him and his older sister, Gemma, were just teenagers. 

Harry's despised stepdad significantly helps to pay for his lavish lifestyle, although Harry swore his band's income would replace his stepdad's money in just a few months.

I told him embarrassing college stories and about my close friendship with Aria. Stupid stories, ones with no real depth like the ones about his family, but they made him laugh.

I constantly surprised myself by how comfortably I could talk to Harry, as if we had been friends for years.

Our natural chemistry was crazy.

"I'll be right back, I have to use the bathroom." Harry stood up from his chair after I finished my story about beer pong gone wrong.

I gave him a firm salute, which he happily returned, before heading off to the bathroom. Once Harry was fully out of my view, I eased back into my chair and chuckled at how surprisingly well this was going.

"Hey!"

I looked up, expecting to see Harry's hasty return, but seeing Luke Foster's elastically cheerful face instead. I quickly stood up and gave him a friendly hug, which he greatly returned.

"Hey, Luke."

"How're you, Addison? It's been a while, huh?"

"Fine." I gave a small smile. "It has been a while."

"Well, thanks for coming." he cheerfully said. "This is a really big deal to me and my family."

I lightly squeezed his arm, offering my comfort. "No problem. It's a cool place."

"Thank you!" He smiled, his dark eyes sparkling. "Anyway, remember when you used to tutor me in Spanish junior year?"

"Yeah, you were awful."

"I was, wasn't I?" Luke smirked, looking over at the empty seat across from me. "Anybody sitting here?"

"Yeah, I'm with Harry Styles." I stumbled to find an explanation. "He just went to the bathroom."

Luke cocked his head to the side. "You're friends with Styles? How do you know him?"

"Uh, I wouldn't say we're friends." I laughed to myself. "But we so have some history."

Luke raised his eyebrow.

"Long story." I waved it off.

I didn't really know how to explain my relationship, er, friendship, with Harry. Were we actually friends? Were we just friendly acquaintances?

Were we anything at all?

"Harry's a great kid. His mom is close friends with mine." Luke explained, his youthful face beaming with pure excitement. "And his friends are the coolest."

"He's alright." I teased, biting down on my lip to stop myself from saying anything I would regret.

Luke turned around before looking back at me, his adorable babyface glowing with excitement. I had never noticed his babyface before, it was adorable.