Truth be told, Harry was the one who saw her first.
We were on a break from touring, home in London for only a week at this point. For the first several days we mostly just hung out at each others flats, watching movies and eating more junk food than out trainers would have been happy about. Perrie flew back a couple days before, and Danielle was home too. So that meant Zayn and Liam were off with them a lot of the time - leaving just Harry, Niall and myself to play FIFA and drink beer and really do nothing at all.
On this particular night, however, Harry had come to the decision that the three of us needed to get out and do something 'fun'. Niall and I both grumbled in response - we thought playing PS3 then watching the footy game on TV sounded plenty fun. I told him to call Nick or Lou or one of his other friends - surely they'd be up for clubbing with him. But I for one had zero intentions of going out. I was comfortable on the couch in my sweats with a beer in my hand. Wasn't that the whole point of a break, anyway?
"Nick is out of town and Lou can't get a baby sitter," Harry argued. It annoyed me to know he'd already looked for other options. Clearly Niall and I were his last hope.
"Well, guess you're shit outta luck, huh, Hazza? Now grab a beer and enjoy the game," I told him, lifting my bottle and pressing the rim to my lips before taking a long sip and letting out a satifised "ahh" just to irritate him.
Niall let out a long, boisterous irish laugh and I smiled at him.
Harry didn't find it all to funny, though, as he stormed around to the coffee table and grabbed the remote, flicking off the TV. Then he picked up both PS3 controllers and stomped in the other direction - straight to the balcony. Niall and I exchanged confused glances before he unlatched the door and stepped outside. Niall's eyes widened just as I felt my own do so and we both quickly jumped off the couch and lunged towards him.
"Harry, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded as I scrambled through the doors and met him out there. But it was too late - I watched my red controller along with the other one and the remote tumbling through the air, picking up speed. A girl ducked out of the way in time that one just narrowly missed her. Then she looked up with a muderous glare.
"Sorry, love," Harry called down to her with a cheeky grin that she probably couldn't see from there. "Just some lads messing about. No harm done?"
"Plenty of harm done, Harold!" I argued as I hit him forcefully hit him on the shoulder. "My controllers are smashed. Everything's closed now!"
"Guess you're shit outta luck then, huh?" Harry mocked with a satisfied glare.
"It's taking all I have not to push you over this balcony, as well," I spat at him with a furious glare. This only made Harry chuckle again.
"Oi," Niall exclaimed. "Let's not get out of hand, mate, yeah? The games on soon anyway - we'll just watch that, yeah?" He was trying to be the peacemaker, as he so often did. But what Harry had just done was ridiculous. Not to mention reckless and dangerous and...okay maybe I was rubbing off on him more than I thought.
"Can't switch the telly back to cable without the remote," I responded dryly, my eyebrows arched pointedly as I looked at Harry. He was still smirking. "Dunno what you're so gleeful 'bout, hm? Still not going out with you."
"So you'd rather sit here and do nothing all night than go out with your best mate?"
"No," I grumbled back. "I'd rather watch the match and play FIFA. But I'm stubborn enough to sit here and do nothing now just so you don't get your way."
