Story Of Our Lives

Hang Out Day

Harry had given Zayn directions to his apartment, but noticed how unnessecary it was since Zayn had visited Niall before.

"Harry, when are you leaving?" Harry's mom asked. Knock knock.

"I guess now," Harry said, grabbing his phone and wallet. His mom opened the door and Harry could hear his mom welcoming Zayn in.

"Why thank you, Ms..?"

"Styles," Harry's mom cleared up.

"Ms. Styles," Zayn smiled. Harry walked down the hall, his curls flopping around. He looked over to his alarm clock. 11:17 a.m.

"Harry! You ready?" Zayn asked. Harry nodded and joined him on the outside of his home.

"Well, bye mum!" Harry said, kissing her cheek. He and Zayn began walking down the steps.

"Wow! You're first time going to a buddy's house in Doncaster, and it's with me!" Zayn joked. Harry chuckled. They walked past the parking lot. "Hey, Zayn, where's your car?" Harry asked, confused.

"We're taking some detours, to show you the area. I don't live that far anyways," Zayn explained.

Harry nodded unsurely. They reached the park, and Zayn took him intonan area filled with bushes. He reached behind one and pulled out a familiar black and white ball. "Remember when I asked if you played and you said no?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Well," Zayn gleamed at the ball. "First off today is to show you how!" Harry laughed.

"Me? Play football? Or any sport in general? Zayn, you've got to be kidding me!" Harry exclaimed. Zayn shook his head. "You're learning and that's final! Besides, it's not like we'll be here all day. We have a bunch of more things to do!"

"What, did you make like a scheduale?" Harry chuckled at his own joke.

Zayn blushed. "Yup! Today is gonna be one long, fun day."

Harry gulped at "long". He wasn't mentally prepared for this.

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"Harry! Don't use your toes!" Zayn groaned.

They had been practicing for almost an hour and Harry was still doing everything wrong. "Zayn, just give up! What's next on your list?"

"Ugh. Fine. Let's go." Harry giggled at the alright of Zayn giving up on his football skills. Zayn keep holding the ball this time, instead of placing it back behind the bush. They walked to an exit Harry had never seen before. When the exited the park, Harry had no idea where he was. He knew his home was probably around the block, but still.

This side of the area was filled with cars and people barking at their phones as they cross the street in pods. Everything and everyone was just so loud.

"C'mon. It's our time to cross," Zayn said, bringing Harry back to Earth. They crossed the large street and turned left, getting further and further from Harry's complex.

They reached a white building with the words Lara Jean's Homemade Tea in big, block letter on a small rainbow background.

"You ever had this?" Zayn asked as they walked through the doors. Harry shook hia head.

The interior of the teashop was very country-like. Almost everything was made of wood: the chairs, tables, walls, floors, doors, and even the lamps, which Harry considered possibly dangerous. There were a million rugs everywhere, from the floor to the walls.