Give Me Love (Harry Styles/Leigh Anne Pinnock story)

Chapter 5

Leigh-Anne's POV

"Thank you," the middle aged mom said to me and Pez after taking a picture with her ten year old daughter. "Say thank you, Hannah," the redhead mom told her daughter. "Thank you," the freckled face little girl said. "You're welcome," Perrie and I responded with smiles.

We hugged the little girl then were escorted into the nail salon by two of the five bodyguards that were with us. Zayn demanded they come with us for protection.

When we entered the salon the smell of nail polish and acrylic filled my nose. The smell always relaxed me for some strange reason. After the bell on door dinged everyone's eyes fixed on us. I smiled uncomfortably at the few people in the salon and Perrie pulled me over to the counter.

The nail salon was really cute. A small building with soft blue painted walls, a few pink waiting chairs, eight manicure stations, and four pedicure stations. There were three girls getting manicures and two getting pedicures.

"Hi welcome to Ruby's Nail Salon, how can I help you ladies?" the Blonde behind the counter asked looking away from the magazine she had her nose in.

Her hair was cut in a cute bob, she had big dark brown eyes that reminded me of Jade's, her skin was pale, and she was slim. From the way she looked she was my age or a few years older. Her name tag read Stephani.

"Hi, um we're here to get our nails done," Perrie responded pointing out the obvious. I snickered and shook my head. "She knows that, Edwards," I told Perrie. "Yeah, I need you to be a little more precise and I love your accents," Stephani said with a smile. We smiled back and thanked her.

"All I want is a French manicure," Perrie told Stephani and she nodded. They both looked at me as I tapped my pointer finger against my chin. "Keeping it simple I see. I'll get a French manicure too. I don't have anything or anyone to look good for," I said shrugging.

Perrie hit my shoulder because of my remark. Stephani laughed a little and nodded understanding. "Hey Lydia," Stephani called to a brunette woman with her tied into a ponytail. She stopped cleaning her station and looked over at us. "Are you and Susan open?" Stephani asked her.

I'm guessing Susan was the Asian woman at the empty station next to her. The rest of the stations were either occupied, empty, or the women were on the phone gossiping.

"Yeah they can come over here," Lydia said giving Perrie and I a warm smile. "Okay you ladies can go on over there and you gentlemen can have a seat over there," Stephani told the five burly men pointing at the waiting chairs.

The men sat at the waiting chairs next to the entrance and started talking. Perrie and I walked over to the chairs we were directed. I went to Lydia's station and Perrie went to Susan's station. After telling Lydia what I wanted she told me to put my nails into the little nail polish remover.

"My god daughter loves you and your group. Little Mix, right?" Lydia asked me as she prepared the stuff for my manicure. I smiled and nodded.

"That's her right there," Lydia told me as she pointed to a picture behind her. It was a picture of a young ,girl with short brown hair wearing one of our shirts.

"She's precious," I told Lydia and she thanked me. "Her name's Taylor, she's ten with the attitude of a thirty year old," Lydia said making me laugh. "She's an angel but she's a fiesty little creature too," Lydia added and I laughed again.

"So tell me about your boyfriend," Lydia said grabbing a cotton ball and one of my hands from the bowl. I was a little taken back by her random question but I still answered. "I don't have a boyfriend," I told her. Lydia looked at me confused.

"Well then I'm sure there's a guy you have wrapped around your finger," Lydia said as she wiped my nails clean of nail polish. "She does, it's this guy named Harry. He's one my boyfriend's best mates," Perrie said butting into our conversation.

"Shut up," I said playfully hitting Perrie's arm as we both laughed. "Is he cute?" Susan asked joining the conversation. I looked at Perrie and she wiggled her eyebrows, wanting me to answer the question.

"You can answer, this is just salon talk," Lydia told me. I sighed giving in. "Yes he is but he's not someone I would go for," I admitted. "Why not?" Lydia asked. "He's a good guy but I don't know if his intentions are right. Plus I just got out of a relationship," I told her. "Who gives a fuck? Besides if his attention and focus is on you, his intentions are good," Lydia said.

As she started on my nails my mind started wondering off. Maybe she was right but come on this's Harry I'm talking about. From what I know Harry isn't into anything but shagging. But a quick hook up wouldn't be bad for me.

I'm sure Jordan's doing the same thing and having a little fun wouldn't hurt me. Maybe Harry could just be my distraction. He's attractive and he could keep me entertained.

I could show the young boy a few things. Or he could show me a few things. Harry gets more pussy than a liter box. Looks like Perrie was smart for taking me with her.

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Author's Note: I know this chapter is probably not good but I needed to build up from somewhere.