Chapter 8
The boys were all sitting at a table in the park. The same park Harry and Kristina were just at... The same park that he KISSSED Kristina. The same park he began dating Kristina. The same park that
just about...well...everything happened. He decided that he has to tell them now. He HAS to. But why is he so scared to tell them? "Guys I...I have to tell you something." Harry finally forced out.
"It's um..really important." He added. They all went silent. The boys looked like they were in shock. Complete shock. They looked really confused. Harry never really has big news for them.
He doesn't open up a lot. Most the time 'big news' involves getting another 10,000 followers on Twitter. But this time seemed...different. He actually seemed serious.
Almost like he had to get something off of his chest. The boys were waiting for Harry to continue. Harry tried with all his might to force out the words. This might've been the hardest time of his life.
But he can't stop now. He already told them he has to tell them something. But he felt like he should just say never mind. But he knows how much they'll bother him if he says THAT.
Harry chocked on his words. He took a deep breath in. Then a deep breath out. "Well...guys. I met a girl.." He finally said. His face was as red as an apple. "We went on a date today. In this park actually. And well..it went well. I. I kissed her."
The boys were now frozen. They stopped eating their ice cream and stared at Harry. Their faces looked blank and confused. To to her people, it must've looked like they were having some sort of a starring contest.
No one had a reply. No one had anything to say. They weren't sure if Harry was joking or not. Would he really joke like that? No. Well..they HAVE played jokes on him before. Was he trying to get payback on them?
"I'm being serious, guys." Harry broke the awkward silence. "Her name is Kristina." As Harry started talking about her he also started opening up. "There's just something about her. Shes so cool and sweet and down to Earth. I think I love her."
Harry blurted out. "OH OUR LITTLE HARRY IS GROWING UP!!!!" Louis screamed. Well that really set Niall off. Niall started laughing so hard. He started rolling on the ground. The other boys were laughing, too. But Niall....well....nobody finds Louis more funny than Niall.
Harry gave Niall a strange look when he got back up to the seat. Everyone was pretty sure that Niall just wet his pants.
"We're so happy for you. Really!." Liam finally said. The boys started settling down from Niall's little "episode" and started talking about Kristina. They were asking questions. Mostly things like "What does she look like?"
Is she from the UK, too?" But Harry didn't mind it too much. "You must really fancy her, Eh?" Zayn asked. The way he said it made Harry laugh a little. He was a little nervous that if anyone else said something funny Niall would for sure have to change his trousers.
"Listen, guys. I should've told you yesterday. I was just a little...nervous to tell you about her." Harry said. "That's fine. Honestly, I would do the same thing if I were you. It seems like it's easy for girls to tell their friends about it. They love telling
each other everything. But it's different for guys. I completely understand." said Niall. Well at least he got his act together. But, that really meant a lot to Harry. The guys were being so cool about it. "Thanks Niall. Thanks guys." Harry said with a bright smile on his face.
Even though everything was okay, Harry didn't feel right. He was ashamed. Ashamed that he didn't tell the guys sooner. Why was he so scared? These guys are his best friends. They may be a bit strange, but they're his best friends. Harry felt really guilty about this.
Now they just have to meet her..
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Perfectly Imperfect - Harry Styles Fanfiction
Dla nastolatkówHey! This is my first story. I don't really write stories... But me and my friendv Kristina decided to write each other stories for fun when we stumbled upon this website. Haha well I hope you enjoy. Comments are suggest good or bad(: This story is...