My best friend... h.s

24

Clouds - Milky Chance

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We climbed into the car and set off, Harry and Louis in the front, and me in the back. I would mostly daydream in the car, but sometimes I dipped into their light conversation, most of which made no sense to me. I looked forward, concentrating on the busy roads of the London streets, and saw that I could see half of my face in the rear view mirror, along with Harry's eyes. I noticed he was staring at me, not even blinking, whilst continuing to talk to Louis. I couldn't look away, his eyes were so capturing, and I could see his eyes curve up gradually as he smiled. This continued until we reached Eleanor's apartment. Harry got out of the front seat, and slid into the seat next to me. Louis sprinted out of the car and into the building, clearly excited to see his girlfriend.

"Harry, I'm nervous." I said, blushing slightly at myself.

"Why, Flo? She's sweet!" He said, furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"What if she doesn't like me? We have to spend the next week together and it will be awkward!" I said, my anxiety increasing with each word. Harry took hold of my hands, directing my attention to him.

"Hey." He said, making me look directly at him. "That won't happen. I've never met anyone who doesn't like you." He said, staring at me.

"That's not true, Louis hated me when we first met." Harry looked confused for a moment, and then realisation spread across his face. "And you said that Eleanor is the female version of Louis."

"No, Florence. He didn't dislike you. That doesn't matter, he likes you now! Told me himself." He said, a smug look crossing his face. Just as he had said this, Louis and Eleanor climbed back into the car. Eleanor turned back to look at me.

"Hi, I'm Eleanor! You must be Florence?" She said, smiling at me. I nodded, smiling shyly back at her. What the fuck is wrong with you, you're not normally shy!

"It's nice to meet you, Eleanor." I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. She was stunning. I couldn't help but feel inferior. Her brown hair was long and shiny, straight against her back. Her makeup was subtle, and simply accentuated her features, as opposed to covering them up. Her eyes were big and dark, captivating. She wore a black t-shirt dress, with long silver necklaces and sliver bracelets. She had a silver ear cuff in the shape of leaves, which matched the slightly more edgy look she had, and her leather jacket. She had a pair of black ankle boots and she had a black and silver handbag on her arm. Overall, she looked amazing. Louis looked at her with love and admiration. 

"It's nice to meet you too, but call me El! I've lots about you, especially from dear Harry here." She said, smiling at the two of us, mischievously. I looked nervously at Harry, who was just smirking at me.

"Oh, god! What has he told you?" I said, looking between both of their mischievous faces.

"Enough." Eleanor said, before turning back to face the front. I glared at Harry, who was laughing in his seat. I turned away from him and stared out of the window. I felt his hand on my knee a minute later, his hand directly against my skin due to my ripped-knee jeans. I felt goosebumps rise up on the skin to skin contact. The contact left my knee as his hand travelled further up my leg. The goosebumps spread, and a shiver ran up my spine as I felt his eyes on the side of my head. As his hand creeped up my leg, I turned to look at him. Harry just smiled innocently, and I rolled my eyes at him, looking away, but not removing his hand. We pulled up outside the restaurant, a few cameras were already outside, snapping photos of the car. I looked at Harry, but he simply stared forward, his jaw sharp. My heart twinged at his obvious discomfort with the paparazzi. We all got out of the car, Louis and Eleanor walking in front of me and Harry. I kept my eyes on the ground, ignoring shouts of dating rumours and exposés. We stepped inside the restaurant, Louis and Harry talking to the manager whilst Eleanor and I found our table. We were right at the back in a secluded corner, which should protect against any other camera attacks. The boys came over a few minutes later, looking much happier than before. I heard Eleanor sigh in relief, as we both smiled at them. Harry sat next to me, and Louis next to El, the conversation becoming lighthearted after a stressful arrival. Harry's hand managed to migrate back to my leg, gently squeezing every few moments. A skinny blonde waitress came over to take our orders, making sure to laugh at anything the boys said, twirling her hair and scowling at me and El. Louis saw our discomfort and pressed a kiss to Eleanor's cheek, whereas Harry lapped up the attention from the waitress. I stepped on his foot, simply to get his attention back to ordering rather than chatting up a waitress. He flinched and looked at me.