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"Harry? That you?" We hear a deep voice again.
We both turn around to come face to face with the guy who had called Harry's name. Tall and handsome, dressed like someone you'd see in a magazine.
"Zayn, man, what's up!" Harry smiles and they do that typical 'bro handshake.'
"It's been a little while!" The guy now known as Zayn calls as they pull away.
"I know, too long!" I stand next to Harry just smiling with my hands crossed as I watch their encounter.
"Hi, I'm Zayn." He smiles and offers his hand for me to shake.
"Bella." I smile and shake his hand. His hands are soft.
"Score, mate. Got a beauty." Zayn also has an accent.
I smile at the thought of being Harry's "beauty" and his friends being proud of him. Although most of the guys congratulate one another on the girl because they're "hot" and must be "good to have in bed" but I'm hoping they would congratulate because I'm a nice girl.
"Isn't she?" Harry smiles and puts his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his body. "Where's your girl?"
"She's not my girl anymore," Zayn looks down and slightly laughs "single."
"You'll get another." Harry laughs. "You always have. But make sure not to get another Leslie."
"She was gross." Zayn scrunches his nose.
"This girl was absolutely disgusting. She would suck her fingers in public after having food in her hands. And she wouldn't shower some days." Harry tells me.
"That is gross." I laugh. No offense to the girl but, come on.
"I was at a low point in my life." Zayn defends.
"Yeah, of not getting any."
"Shut up, shut up." Zayn laughs. "So what are you two doing here?"
"Just walking around to have some fun."
"Same, but we were just leaving. Thought I'd just say hi. Miss you lots, mate."
"I miss you too, Zayn. Miss you all."
"That's so cute." I smile.
"What?" Harry asks.
"You guys miss each other, showing affection." I rub against Harry as if I was embarrassing him.
"That's just how we are." Zayn punches Harry's shoulder. "Text me soon, man."
"I will." They do the 'bro-shake' again.
"Nice meeting you, Bella." He hugs me this time.
"You too." I smile.
"I noticed he has an accent too." I tell Harry as we get on the long line for the one ride.
"Yeah, he's from England too. We uh, came here together but ended up going our separate ways." He explains.
"Oh that sucks." I squeeze his hand.
"Yeah he just got with the wrong crowd."
"No bueno." I say.
"Bilingual I see." Harry stands in front of me and smiles.
"I'm multitalented."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhm."
"What else are you good at?"
