Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 5

Harry

Yet another dream staring a certain curly headed beauty. Slipping from my dream I push my duvet off and pull on a pair of black jeans, a Def Leppard t-shirt, and my maroon Toms.

Arabella called me last night insisting she takes me for a walk in the park with her dogs and and movie since we both have the entire day off.

Mondays are starting to become my favorite day of the week.

My high on life roommate slash best friend dances into my bedroom dragging along a half asleep Zayn. The two make an interesting couple; Louis is loud and all about life, Zayn is actually the polar opposite. The two are like fire and ice, but they've been together for almost two years.

"Good morning, Harold!" My best friend chirps. The two men drop to my bed, one more excited to see me than the other. I don't reply with a good morning right away, leading Louis to continue talking. "What? Love got your tongue?"

I raise an eyebrow at the man. "I was just going to say good morning. And I am not even remotely in love."

Sadly a smile graces my face as I think about Arabella. I may not be deeply in love but I can't deny the fact she is loveable.

"Why are you smiling then?" Louis teases. He changes the subject due to my deadly serious face. "Well Zayn and I are going out for the day. Hope you don't burn down the kitchen, again."

I shrug. "I won't be here either. Arabella--."

"Ahh, the woman," Zayn speaks up for the first time. "You're going out with your woman." He nudges his lover. "He's going out with his woman."

Louis squeals like a teenage girl. He pulls me into a tight hug, a certain appendage of his poking my leg. He blushes a bright red.

"Sorry, mate. Mornings are hard for me. Especially with such a hunk in my bed." Zayn punches his boyfriend and rolls his eyes. The two leave my bedroom, one giggling and the other with his permanent straight face.

Those two make a beautiful couple.

I finish my morning routine before grabbing my keys, phone, and a few snacks.

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Arabella stands by the water fountain I asked her out by a few weeks back. Her two German Sheppards seem to remember me and greet me with licks to my hands and a few wet spots to my pants.

"Hello, Arabella."

"Hi, Harry." She smiles down at her shoes. "Hope you remember my dogs. The bigger one is Digger, Dig for short. The smaller one is Pinch."

We share a smile as he introduces her dogs to me. Her cheeks blow up in a light shade of pink when I press my lips to her cheek. "Interesting names. Why don't you tell me about them as we walk?"

She agrees and we start the walk, her dogs leading the way down the path.

"I got Dig from a pound in Canada, he was too skinny and nobody wanted him. I got him right away, got him back here, and nursed him back to health. Pinch lived in the alley way between my apartment building and the 99 Cent Store. Him and Dig got along right away. He's younger, still a puppy."

"You saved them," I say. She shrugs and smiles up at me. "Don't shrug it off. You saved two friendly dogs."

We make small talk until we reach a string of 99 Cent stores. She turns to me, flushed and blushing.

"I forgot I have to drop them off up--."

"I'll come."

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Stylish and modern.

Nothing in her apartment screams fashion model. It's like it's out of a magazine. She tells me she just has to feed them and leave them fresh water.

I wait in her living room for her to return dog free. She collects a few things and drops them in her purse before leading us to her door. She slaps her forehead.

"I'm a horrible hostess. Would you like--."

I assure her that I am not in need of a drink or any type of snack. She nods her head and locks the door behind us. She left the radio on in her living room stating that it makes the dogs feel better about being left alone.

She left her jean vest behind, revealing her shirt to me. We have matching Def Leppard t-shirts on.

"Hey!" We both exclaim at the same time before chuckling at each other. She shakes her head, her curls following the action.

We reach the mall after a few detours into small shops here and there. Arabella grips my forearm in excitement.

"I've wanted to see Deadpool for a while."

This time I shrug. "Let's see Deadpool then."

Her eyes widen. She releases my arm, much to my disappointment. "Are you sure? Just because--."

"It's your date. You're paying so you can pick which movie."

She nods her head and soon enough we get called up to buy tickets. She requests two tickets for the movie of her choice and she pays. Since she bought the tickets I tell her I'll buy snacks.

"Oooooh! Let's get candy!" She squeals. She blushes at the stares she receives because of her outburst. I chuckle and intertwine our hands, much to her surprise. Despite her shock she grips my hand back.

Hand holding is appropriate for a second date, right?

"Two large cherry Icees, watermelon Sour Patch Kids, licorice, and a large popcorn extra butter." The man swipes my card and I look down at my date. Her eyes widen at the treats set before us.

But that's not the only reason her eyes widen.

Four men holler for her across the room. I stare down at her, trying to see if she knows these men.

And by her reaction she does.