destined. | h.s

4. group night out

Ariella’s P.O.V

A few hours ago, when I first faced Harry closer than what I dreamt of, a few minutes more, we reached Niall’s condo seconds away from meeting the other boys. I know its inappropriate to fan girl but every now and then little squeals would escape my lips, and the urge to burst out was never gone away.

My body would shiver every time I get in contact with Harry. It’s just something that has to do with his personality, the cheery, cheesy type of guy. And yes, personality, I wasn’t to judge him with what the media describes him as.

I brushed my hair with my fingertips and wiped my face with the palm of my hind to at least be clean in the eyes of them.

Harry knocked a few times before Niall answered the door. I looked at Debbie, being the Niall girl in the group smirking at her, only to get a glare which pretty indicates she’s nervous.

“Ni, I’ve got some friends here who brought the bag I’ve been stressing for days, and I’d like to thank them, so I brought them here... Um, you know, hang out for a bit.”

“Sure, come in.” Niall agrees. Harry steps in first, we follow suit.

Tidy place. The fact that he is a boy, I myself, couldn’t maintain my own room to be as tidy as this. I let my eyes lurk around the room and I saw the boys as well. Honestly, there was this urge to jump around and as hard as it is to keep it, I know any time soon I might just burst. I saw Louis and Zayn crunched up in the coach filling themselves with Doritos. And well, Liam working out, my eyes directly looked at Abi, who was caught of guard staring at Liam, “Don’t drool.” I joked which earned a painful nudge from her.

Not long, everybody got engage to conversations excluding me, Niall’s with Debbie playing video games, Liam and Abi, Claire already munching some Doritos as well. Harry was nowhere to be seen and I just felt like running outside the room, staring blankly at some things and doing the pretend-like-you’re-busy-with-phone cliche which seem to fail.

“Hey, fridge’s empty, going to grab some food, Ariella you might want to go with me.” Harry suddenly spoke out of nowhere (probably the kitchen). He must’ve notice how out of the place I was. I eyed my friends lip syncing the word yes to which I gave a glare, before I answered, “Sure.”

I followed him from behind, I wasn’t really the type of girl who would ‘seize’ her moment with Styles, and I’m certainly shy. “Hey, come here. It’s like I’m leaving you all alone.” he said. Of course, I forward up a bit.

We rode the car to the store to which was only a walking distance from Niall’s but I guess that was a precaution from getting mobbed and ending up stucked in the place for minutes. “What do you want?” Harry asks looking up to the list of goodies.

“I-i don’t really know, I mean the last time I was here in London was ages ago.” And that was being honest, fifty percent of the products here aren’t familiar to me at all. “Lays?” I suggest, that’s my fave of all, except that it has a lot of air. “Let’s eat air!” Harry jokes. It was a bad one, but I laughed, literally laughed didn’t fake it. Harry told me to grab all I want and in less than minute both of our arms are filled with food, mostly chips. “Wait.” I stopped us both on our tracks. “Twix bars, I need twix bars.” I told him, and my eyes wander around searching for it, “Aahh, there it is.” I walked towards the chocolate section and picked up about seven twixies (it’s what I call it, okay). “You love twix?” he chortled at my act. “Childhood fave.” I smile back.

“How much for the twix bars, miss?” I asked, reaching for money in my wallet. “Uh, no I’ll pay for it.” Harry suggests. “I, uh, you don’t have to.”