Texting Harry Styles

Bowling

"Really Harry? Really?" Our car pulls up outside of this lavish looking cinema. Apparently Harry's hired out the entire thing.

Harry smirks at me, looking very proud of himself.

"It's pretty nice isn't it?" I nod my head and peer out of the window. They're blacked out, but you can see out from the inside but not in from the outside.

Harry didn't want to be followed by fans, and neither did I. We're in a separate car from the others, and their car did get swarmed by fans so they're going to be a little late.

"You ready to go in?" Harry asks, unbuckling his seatbelt and then mine. Like I can't do it myself or anything.

"Yup,"

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"Okay I'll admit, this place is really cool." I grin, checking out all the different bowling balls.

They look really heavy, shit. I'm not exactly the hulk or anything but I think I can lift them. I mean, how heavy can they be?

"Do you just want to start without them?" Harry questions, following my gaze.

"Sure"

I end up choosing the lightest ball out of all of them, I don't want to hurt myself. Harry on the other hand, chose the heaviest one, even when I told him that there's no way he would be able to lift it.

"Harry just get a lighter ball," I tell him. Harry rolls his eyes and picks up the ball, nearly dropping it.

"Be careful!"

"Babe calm down, I've got this." Harry winces and steps forward towards the alley, attempts to roll the ball but his fingers must have gotten stuck because it falls off his hand and slams straight against his foot.

"Shit! Are you okay?!" I run over to Harry, who's now crawling around on the floor screaming.

Harry shakes his head and starts to cry.

"Shit we have to call an ambulance!" I reach for my phone but then Harry's sobs turn into giggles and soon after he's rolling with laughter.

"Are you kidding me?!" I shout, smacking him on the side of the head.

"I thought you'd really hurt yourself!" Harry grins and shrugs his shoulders.

"I just wanted to see how you'd react, I was gonna keep it up for a while longer but you were so concerned I just couldn't"

I sigh in annoyance, and stand up, making sure to flip Harry off as I do.

I feel two large hands on my waist, spinning me around. Harry's staring at me, a small smile playing on his lips. Okay, I can no longer be mad.

"Are you still mad baby?" He asks, pouting. My stomach flutters and my next words are shaky.

"N-no"

Harry leans forward, his soft lips caressing mine. It's not really a kiss, but it feels like it could lead to one. In fact, I'm hoping it'll lead to one. Please just-

"Hello bitches, the pros have arrived!"

Goddamnit.

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A/N: apologies for the spam of chapters, I accidentally unpublished the story. Oops. This is actually a new chapter, so I hope you enjoyed it! New one coming tomorrow!