Zara's POV
I was upstairs getting ready. Harry would be here in 10 minutes. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Summer. "Have fun!" it said. I texted back a smiley face.
I put on my shoes and looked in the mirror. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a purple shirt, and black converse. Harry was taking me to Sky High, a trampoline center about 10 minutes away, so I didn't wanna dress too nice. In fact, what I was wearing was petty much the style I usually wear.
I heard a knock downstairs. I went to get it. I opened the door and there was Harry. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the car. He picked me up and placed me in the passenger seat. "Ready, love?" he asked. I nodded.
Emma's POV
I was putting dishes in the dishwasher when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, pinning my arms to my side. "Give me all your love and affection, and no one gets hurt," said the Irish accent I loved so much. I smiled. "Niall," I squealed. I was always very excited to see him.
"How are you, beautiful?" he asked. Honestly, I had had a long day at school. Between forgetting my homework, and Stacy Ward "accidentally" dumping her spaghetti on me, I didn't exactly make the top ten best days of my life. "Not so good," I replied. He sighed and asked me what happened. I told him everything that happened that day. "But now that you're here, I feel perfect," I added.
"That's good."
"Yep." I looked at his eyes. He was staring at the fridge, with his mouth hanging open and almost drooling. I giggled. "Go ahead," I said.
He ran to the fridge, yanked the door open, and pulled out a big bucket of chocolate pudding I made for him. I just laughed. I've been having to limit how much he eats here, because ever since he started coming here, my parents' food bill has tripled. At first, when I told them it was Niall, they didn't believe me. "There is no way somebody can eat that much and stay so skinny," they had said. That was before they invited him over for dinner. My parents alway make enough food for at least five people because most days, they work overtime. But by the time dinner was over, Niall had eaten 4 plates of food and there was none left. My parents were shocked and amazed at the same time. If only they knew how much he could really eat. They would have a heart attack.
But it doesn't matter how much he eats because he never seems to gain wait. I was jealous of him for that. Guess it's just how he is.
Harry's POV
We pulled into the parking lot in front of Sky High. Zara wasted no time. She got out of the car before I even had a chance to put the car in park. Then she practically pulled me out of the car and into the trampoline center. I had booked the whole place just for me and Zara tonight. Without telling her of course.
"Wow," she said. "They must not be really busy tonight." I smiled and shook my head. "What?" she asked. "That's because I booked it just for us."
"Really?!?!"
"Yep."
"That must be very expensive." I just laughed and shook my head. "Come on," I said. "Let's go have some fun."
