Who Do You Think You Are

Chapter 7- She's a lucky girl

"Ho-ly fudgecakes! Is that a bouquet of flowers? I mean I saw the delivery guy on his way out, bit I had no idea it was for you. Who's it from? Is he cute? What's the card say? Why are you so lucky? How come I don't know about..."

"Hannah. Cool your jets. This isn't rapid fire."

Hannah faked a pouty face and Stacy laughed at how ridiculous her friend was.

"Well firstly, yes it is a bouquet of flowers - as you've already seen. Second, the card isn't signed."

"So you have some secret admirer or something? This is so cool." Hannah's eyes widened.

"No. Well at least, I don't think so." Stacy laughed.

"Then?" Hannah asked impatiently.

"You, need to get a life. You know that?"

"Thanks for the reminder."

"You know I'm jus kiddin. There's no name attached, but if you must know..."

"Yes, I must," Hannah smiled broadly.

"It's from Harry."

"Oh, you see? That wasn't that hard. Wait. What? Who's Harry."

"Hannah, how many Harry's do I know?"

"Well, there was that algebra teacher we had back in 11th grade..."

"Oh yeah, and I'm sure he suddenly decided that I was his best student that year and so he should send me flowers."

Hannah laughed at her own stupidity before coming back to the point. "Don't change the subject!"

"I'm not."

"Then tell me," Hannah demanded.

"Seriously Hannah?"

"Oh my goodness, you're serious! You're seriously telling me that Harry Styles sent you flowers?!!"

"Uhm, yeah. I guess I am. It's nothing serious. It's just flowers. And to answer one more of your two-ton-truck-load of questions, I don't know why I am so lucky, but I'm really grateful."

"You're beyond lucky. But I have to say that I'm a little disappointed." Hannah said, still inspecting the flowers.

"Oh, why is that?" Stacy frowned.

"'Cause I always thought that you'd end up with the cute Irish one."

"Niall? What are you talking about, Han? Why would you think that?" Stacy unconsciously blushed.

"Oh, I dunno," Hannah smirked. "It's just...the way you speak about him, with that twinkle in your eye..."

"Oh please," Stacy protested. "You're talking jazz again, Hannah. Way too many chick-flicks. And besides, I thought you were here 'cause you needed help with something." Stacy raised her eyebrow, putting Hannah on the spot.

"Well, the truth is..."

"That's it, Han, you know how much I value honesty," Stacy teased, handing Hannah a glass of juice and sipping from the other.

"Well, there's this social thing for singles tonight and...I know you don't ever go to things like that but, you know...you've been single for a while and, well I thought that maybe we could go tonight."

Stacy looked at her friend trying to decipher whether she was serious or not.

Hannah continued,"but it doesn't seem like you need any of that if Harry Styles is sending you flowers so..."

"Oh just shut up".

"If that's what you really want." Hannah winked.

"I don't even know what this is all about to be honest. I mean Harry can be with anyone he wants. He's dated models and actresses in the past - fit people. But look at me. I'm just a regular, average-looking girl. No powdered nose. No magazine covers. I don't see why he'd wanna be with me in the first place".

"Well, Little Miss Modest, you're the most perfect person I know. I'd say that he's the lucky guy, despite his green eyes, perfect smile, and curly hair."

Stacy couldn't help but laugh at that. It was as if Hannah resented Harry's good looks.

"Well I doubt it, but thanks any way."

"Don't mention it. But I still think that you should've asked the Nialler guy out. You'll would've made a cute couple."

"Right. Do I look like the girl who would make the first move?"

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"I'm not judging, I'm just saying that it's not me. That's all."

"I know. I know. But whoever the guy, I just hope that you'll be happy. You've waited a long time for this. And I don't know anyone who deserves to be happy more than you do." Hannah said, getting all teary-eyed.

"Aww, thanks Han. I wish the same for you."

"To finding true love and happiness," Hannah said, raising her half-full glass in a manner of proposing an informal toast.

Harry's P.O.V.

I drove with these thoughts flooding my mind. I didn't even know where I was going. I just needed to be alone, to work this out. I ended up in a parking lot at the local park. I didn't get out of the car. I was sitting here and I wasn't going to leave until I found a solution.

Since I wasn't with the boys much since Stacy had left yesterday, I didn't really know where I stood with them - though Louis had given me a pretty good idea. If Niall had seen us kiss he would be upset, and that was justifiable. If Niall hadn't seen us, well then that would be the best thing for everyone. Common sense told me that was highly unlikely. Louis was pissed at me for making a move on the girl that Niall had his eye on, but I never would've done that. I wouldn't intentionally do that to a mate. How the hell was I supposed to know?

So basically, we were competing against each other for the same girl without even knowing it. If it had been any other guy I might have been up for the challenge. But this was Niall, he wasn't the kind of guy to just go out with a girl so he could get to know her better. If he was thinking of asking her out, he was really sure about her. That meant that he'd liked her for some time now. How could I not have seen it? Uhgg, I am so stupid! The sound of my ringtone caused me to snap out of my thoughts. I checked the caller id. Louis. 'Hope he isn't going to bite my head off'.