The New Student [Harry Styles]

Six || Weekend Hang-out

The. New Student 6

~* Gabriella's P.O.V. ~*

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday. Ugh. It's the weekend but I'm bored. I have nothing to do. It's 2 in the afternoon.

I grumbled and groaned as I buried my face in my pillow when my phone rang.

"Hello?" I go.

"Yello." Harry says.

"What is it, cupcake mustache?" I asked.

"Cupcake mustache?" He goes.

"It's a random name I just gave you." I chuckled.

"Oh. Well, listen, I'm kinda bored." He says.

"Me too." I yawned. "How about we do something?"

"Hang out?" He asks.

"Yep. Meet me outside my porch in 10 minutes." I say, popping the 'p'.

"Kaye. Love ya, Gabby." He says.

"Love ya too, cupcake mustache." I replied and hung up.

I jumped off my bed and took the quickest shower in the universe. Like ever. After that, I threw on my outfit. Skinny jeans, a tee shirt with a huge smiley face on it and Converse.

I went downstairs and saw Mom. "I'll be out with Harry for a while, Mom." I told her and went out of the door.

I saw Harry smirking as I went out of the door.

"What's with the creepy smirk?" I asked, looking dramatically frightened.

"Nothing." He chuckled. "Let's go." He told me.

"Where?" I asked.

"Bowling." He replied.

"Bowling?! Harold, I'm not good at bowling!" I exclaimed.

"Calm down, cheese pizza. I'll teach you." He smiled.

"Oh, so now I'm cheese pizza?" I asked.

"Yep. Cheese pizzas are my favorite." He replied. "Now hop in my car, yuh goofball." He says, patting me on the head.

"I'm not a dog." I retorted as I went inside his car.

"Nope. You're the cutest and prettiest puppy I've seen in the world." He replied.

"Aww. Thanks, Cupcake Mustache." I smiled, blushing at his comment.

"And cupcake mustache is back." He says.

"Just drive, genius." I chuckled.

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"So... Why are we like the only people here?" I asked, looking around.

"This bowling alley doesn't open until 5 PM." He replies.

"What? Then how come you could come in here?" I asked.

"Gemma owns the place. Might as well get it trashed." He says.

"You're trashing this place?" I asked, shockingly.

"I'm kidding." He chuckled.

I groaned as we went inside.

"So. What are we gonna do now?" I asked.

"You ask a lot of questions." He says, annoyed.

"It's not my fault I was born curious." I retorted.

"No wonder." He replies sarcastically. "Could you grab Jason, Gary and Sheldon?" He asks, pointing to the bowling balls.

"What the- You named the balls?" I asked, holding back my laugh.