Meeting Darcy || Harry Styles (ON HIATUS + POSSIBLE REWRITING)

Chapter 13

I thought this was real sad, since I dreamed about this happened.

Chapter 13

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I walked into the living room slowly, avoiding the boys gazes.

"Can I take her somewhere?" Eleanor asked.

The boys looked at her surprisingly, but Harry nodded. "If you want."

Eleanor and Danielle smiled, picking up their purses and walking towards the door. "Why don't you put some shoes on and then we can go?" Danielle offered.

I nodded, quickly walking upstairs to my room. I opened the door, slightly running over to my closet and picking up the first pair of shoes I saw.

"Bring a hat!" Louis screamed.

"Why?" I asked myself. Almost as if Louis heard me, he replied, "Paparazzi!"

Okay, I'll pretend I know what that is.

I grabbed something that looked like a hat and ran to the door. I ran into Liam on the way, literally.

"Onf!" I said, my head going straight into his chest. Liam chuckled, "You alright?"

"Yeah," I replied, pulling away.

"They're waiting." He told me before walking into what looked like his room.

"Okay," I said cautiously to myself.  I walked down the stairs to see the girls waiting.

"You ready?" Eleanor asked, opening the door.

I nodded, putting on the hat. "She looks good in beanies." Zayn complimented.

"Thanks," I smiled, walking out of the door. "Bye!" I waved.

The girls kissed their boyfriends and followed me out of the door, locking it behind them.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously. "Frankly, we're not really sure." Danielle rubbed the back of her neck. "We'll just go somewhere."

"Want me to drive or you?" Eleanor asked Danielle.

"I'll drive." She replied, taking the keys out of her pocket.

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Apparently, we just ended up getting stuck at a deserted gas station.

"Thanks a lot Dani! Cause this is so fun getting stuck at a gas station when in  a couple hours it'll be pitch black!" Eleanor accused.

"It's your car! You should've filled up your gas tank!" Danielle replied, slamming her hands against the wheel.

"You could've stopped at a good gas station and got gas!"

"It's not my car. You should've payed attention to your gas."

They continued bickering for a few minutes while I just sat in the backseat quietly.

Once in a while I would try to butt in, but they'd act like I wasn't there.

"Guys!" I yelled.

They both stopped, looking back at me.

"Fighting won't do anything. It doesn't solve anything. So, can we please break in there?" I said.

They looked at me like I was crazy, but soon agreed and opened the doors.

"Can someone open mine?" I asked shyly.

"Why?" Eleanor asked.

I blushed, "I don't know how to open the door."