Harry's POV
I take a nervous breath, wiping my sweaty palms against my jeans, before stepping outide of the car. The chilly, autumn air hits my face as I make my way towards the front of the house. I see her sitting on the front step of her porch, staring off into space, dressed in a pair of casual black jeans and a khaki coat, her dark blonde hair out past her shoulders, with a few strands blowing across her face.
"You ready to go Inds?" I ask, approaching the spot on the porch where she was seated.
She looks up at me, her blue-green eyes meeting mine. "Harry, since when am I ever not ready for Nando's?" She asks, throwing a loose wave behind her shoulders.
"Touché."
"Now who's the one using big words?" she smirks.
"Touché is hardly a 'big word'... Unless of course your the one using it." I add with a grin.
"What is that suppose to mean!" she smacks my leg playfully.
"Teasing." I reach out my hand to help her up, as we head back towards my car.
"It's been a while since we've been to Nando's." Indy speaks up, after we had climbed into the car.
"Indy, we went there last week." I chuckle.
She just shrugs her shoulders, "I know. That's too long."
"You really do love your Nando's, don't you?" I laugh.
"I think you and I both know the answer to that already, Styles." She replies.
"True." I smirk, glancing over at Indy.
"Eyes on the road Styles! I'd rather not die before I get to eat tonight." She scolds me playfully.
"Sorry, I guess your face is just too iressistble." I tease.
"Tell me something I don't know." she replies, a small smirk spreading across her soft features.
"Well aren't you being incredibly modest this evening." I chuckle.
"Hey, I never said anything about being modest." she defends, raising her arms in protest.
I just shake my head and laugh.
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Indy's POV
"Let me guess, your going to order some little wimpy meal, like a lemon and herb wrap or something." I tease, scanning thorugh the menu. Even though I already have my heart set on the hot supremo chicken burger with bacon and cheese.
Harry pouts, "Spicy food doesn't sit right with me. I can't help it." he protests.
"Woah, okay Styes! TMI, TMI." I laugh.
"Tea am I?" he questions raising an eyebrow in confusion, which only makes me laugh harder.
"Too much information." I calrify through fits of laughter.
"Oh." he replies, nodding in understanding.
"What can I get for you two tonight?" A waitress aproaches us, holding a small note pad in her left hand and a black pen in the other.
I look up and smiled at her poitely, "Um can we please have one Hot Supremo Chicken Burger with bacon and cheese, seriously large peri chips, 4 churrasco thigh piece and a side of colselaw." I reply, giving her a smile, as her hand moves frantically across the note pad.
"Harry?" I ask, turning to face him.
"Just a Lemon and Herb Classic Chicken Wrap, thanks." he smiles, exposing his deep dimples.
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Falling For Styles
Fanfiction"A boy and girl being 'best friends' never works. I don't care what happens in the movies, the truth is when you're that close with someone of the opposite sex, one of you is bound to fall in love. Its unavoidable." a story in which a girl falls for...
