Recap:
I grabbed one of Ariana's donuts, and had soon fallen asleep with an idiotic grin plastered on my face.
harry
Oh my god. Oh my god! Ariana is actually coming over!
I'm not ready for this, oh my, no way. I'm only used to imagining her coming over, not actually coming over. This is not real. Might as well pinch myself no- OW! Bad idea.
This has to be perfect. This has to be perfect. This has to be perfect!
I jumped step by step before reaching the bottom, carrying my legs with me as I jogged my way to my mum. "Mum! You must make lasagna. I think that's what she likes, I'm pretty sure she's mentioned that. What if she actually hates it, oh my gosh, mum! What do I do!", my eyes widens as panic takes over my senses, my mum holding onto me as she starts saying "calm down", repeatedly.
"Harry, sweetie, it's only 9 am, she's coming over dinner. Maybe you can ask her what she'd like or we could stick to our usual dinner when friends are around."
"Mum, Ariana's just not a friend. I mean, she's my friend, of course she is! But you know..", I nervously fiddle with my fingers as I look up at mum.
"Okay, I'll make an extra special dinner tonight. But how about, for now, you go take a shower because you're stinky! I'm only kidding, and maybe, ask Gemma advices?", mum looks at me, her smile always on her face as I raise an eyebrow at her. "You want me? To ask help from Gemma? No way, mum! I'm gonna take a shower now.", I whine, hearing a tiny laugh echo through the living room.
Crawling through the bathroom doors, I realize how beautiful Ariana was yesterday. Okay, sudden topic. Let's forget I said that!
I strip off of my clothes before getting in the warm bath, just staying there as I let the time and warmth pass by me. This was soothing, really calming.
Mum was cooking in the kitchen, Gemma's not annoying me, dad is with us in the house and Ariana's coming over. Everything just seems too right.
I sigh before stepping out of the shower, walking around the room with no clothes on as I decide which to wear.
I really miss Bee, that's why I had decided to go to the coffee shop to visit her, no, definitely not because Ariana's there too.
Picking up my clothes, I hum Justin Timberlake's song, Can't Stop The Feeling, my calmness immediately halting when I hear a deafening scream, my eyes scanning through the window as I see a petrified little girl at her house, staring at my window, and myself quickly dropping to the floor so she won't see anything further.
After successfully closing the window and placing my clothes on, I was off to the shop.
"Bee!", I wave as I walk in, her smiling as she walks over to me. Instincts making me pull her in for a hug. I had asked forgiveness for being such a dick to her when she was just trying to help.
"Well hello there person who rarely comes here anymore!"
I turn around, face-to-face with Lance. "Oh, hello.", my facial expressions drop as he starts to place his hands on my hair.
"Hm, delicate hair you have. Sad that such a person would own it. Oh, what lovely hands, too big for my liking.", he starts to ramble, rolling my eyes.
"Goodness graciousness, Lance! Stop disturbing our costumers!", I hear a sigh, followed by the sound of a small facepalm. "You apologize to the ma- oh Harry! Hey! I didn't notice that it was you.", Ariana pushes pass Lance, making him grunt as she greets me with an embrace.
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elysian - hariana
FanfictionIn which a boy named Harry Styles falls in love with a sarcastic, lovable waitress at a local coffee shop named Ariana Grande.