The Brunette

Harry Styles

Chapter 12(Niall's pov): I couldn't believe that just happened.

Or what just didn't happen.

Why did I pull back?

She didn't try to stop me.

She didn't go for it either.

Maybe she liked me.

I had no idea.

A lot of girls came up to me and told me that I was great. "Hey, is she your girlfriend?" A nosy ginger asked, gesturing to Bella. She was back at the bench, talking to a tall curly haired guy. He motioned towards me while asking her something. I saw her shake her head no. He placed his hand on the small of her back and said something. She laughed.

She looked happy.

"No," I said. "She's not." Bella and the guy she was talking to said their good-byes and he walked off. "Well," the redhead said to me. "If you want one, come by sometime." She said while handing me a scrap of paper with the address of a local bar. "No thanks." I say while trying to hand it back to her. "Keep it, just in case." She winks and left.

The crowd thinned pretty quickly. It was only about two dozen to start with. It had seemed larger while we where dancing. I slowly walked over to the bench where Bella was standing by, two girls that looked about 15 where talking to her.

They rushed off leaving me and Bella alone. "Hey." I started weakly, not looking into her eyes. "Niall that was fabulous!" She said running up to hug me.

Maybe I hadn't ruined anything by almost kissing her.

(Bella's pov): Harry Styles. Dear Lord that boy was something. He was gorgeous. His hair was in brushed back chocolate colored curls. His eyes where a deep sparkling emerald that practically stared into your soul. His lips where just the right shade of pink. He wore a black T-shirt and black skinny jeans. I could see a few tattoos on his arms that made him even more attractive.

"Hey." He said to me, standing up. "Hi." I replied. "Let me start by saying that you are wonderful." On the inside I practically melted right then and there. On the outside, I replied by saying, "And let me start by saying you stare, a lot."

He chuckled and stepped closer. "Its hard not to, you being so beautiful." I involuntarily smiled and looked down, wanting to hide my ugly grin. "Is he your boyfriend?" He asked, motioning towards Niall who was talking to a wavy haired ginger in a skirt that didn't fit her. "No, we're just friends." He placed his hand on my lower back, in turn making me move closer to him.

"Well then, where is your lucky boyfriend?" I instantly laugh, I don't know why. He was so persistent. "I don't have a boyfriend." I instantly think of Zayn. I think that by me leaving, we broke up.

"Really?" He says, interested. He took the phone out of my back pocket, feeling up my bum at the same time. He pressed some buttons into my phone. When he finished, he places it back in my back pocket and takes out his phone and gave it to me.

"Could you put your number in?" He asks, though I knew it isn't a question. "Why?" I say while taking the phone anyway. "So I can call you." He says with all confidence. "By the way," he continues, "We have a date this Friday night." He's so forward, its hot. "Really?" I ask him, giving him back his phone. "Yeah, I'll call to tell you when Im picking you up." He smirks, he knows I wont refuse. "I'll see you then..." I trail off, realizing I don't even know his name. "Harry, Harry Styles." He says finishing my sentence. "I'll see you then, Styles."

He smirks and turns away, giving me a great view of his muscles through his T-shirt. Two young teenage girls came up to me to tell me what a great singer I was. I barely heard them.

Harry Styles.

After the girls left, it was only me and Niall who I almost forgot about. I suddenly remembered us dancing just a few minutes ago.

"Hey." He says, staring at his shoes, his hands in his pockets. "Niall that was fabulous!" I cried as I rushed into his arms. I don't think I was talking about the dancing or singing, I barely remembered any of that.

I was just thinking about Harry Styles.

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