Hollywood and Vines (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 19 - British Kiss

Wednesday, November 27

The month of November came and passed fairly quickly.  Christina's stomach has grown to mountainous heights and my grades have risen above most students of those in my classes.  Allie, though complains daily about being neck deep in an ocean of homework, skypes Harry quite frequently.  I join in some of these conversations, especially the conversations I know Zayn will be present.  I try my best to resist flirting with him -- he still is Eliza's boyfriend, after all -- but I've let a few suggestive comments escape my lips.  

Harry and Zayn aren't the only ones I've spoken with, however.  I've have a few conversations with Niall, as well.  It's odd, actually.  Whenever Niall pops up on Harry's computer screen, Allie leaves because she has to go to the bathroom and Harry leaves because he needs to brush his teeth or comb his hair.  This leaves only Niall and I to stare awkwardly at one another.

I don't get the impression that Niall is still upset about the episode at Journey's, however, because we've had some playful conversations over skype.  I just fail to understand why Harry and Allie both have spontaneous obligations to fulfill whenever Niall and I happen to be on skype with the two of them.

"Hey, when are Tom and Chris getting home?" I asked Allie as I gazed out the window from my place on the loveseat.  I squinted my eyes against the sunshine that rendered my sight as I tapped my pen at a steady rhythm against my pad of paper containing science notes.

Allie, who was lodged on the couch adjacent to my chair, replied, "I wanna say, like, fifteen, minutes?"

I nodded, and as I did so, we heard a rapping on the door.  "I got it."

"No, I got it!"  Allie popped off the couch, letting her papers sway in the air until they reached the floor.  I still proceeded to move from my seat on the chair.  "We can do it together."

"Perfect," I laughed.  

Allie glanced through the peep hole in the door.  "That's weird.  it's just black.  Should I do it?"

"It's three-thirty in the afternoon, I don't think it's a kidnapper," I considered.  "Somebody's probably just got their hand in front of the door; you can probably open it."

Allie shrugged,  "Okay," and opened the door.

Standing before us was One Direction.  In unison, their faces opened in jubilee as they cheered a, "Hey!"

Allie squealed as though she had never before met them.  She opened her arms widely to hug Harry, but Harry slipped his hands to her waist and drew his lips to hers.

Niall groaned.  He shifted his weight from his right foot to his left foot, and this is when I noticed he wore a boot cast on his foot.  I frowned for Niall, realizing he must have still had feelings for Allie.

Harry pressed closer to Allie to deepen the kiss but Allie pushed at his chest to indicate that he should step back.  She exhaled an exasperated breath and shielded her lips as though Harry might again try to dominate control of her lips.  Her face instantly reddened.  "Harry . . .."

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that."  Harry emanated a breath of laughter, his own face a shade of scarlet, as he pushed his curls off his forehead.

Niall shook his head in dismay, muttering, "Harry, you're such an idiot . . .."

"You guys wanna come in?"  I voiced.  I thought it'd be best if I prevented Niall from exploding.  The rest of us would, as a result, suffer from the burns of this probable volcanic eruption.

"Yeah, that'd be great," Zayn nodded.

"This place is fantastic!"  Louis cried when he waltz through the door.  "Simply beautiful."