Ch. 4. Listen to Your Heart.
Harry looked down smiling shyly as the girls went away, "Sorry about that." He mumbled taking a seat on the blanket, I followed him sitting down across form him.
"Its fine, looks like you have a lot of fans," I smirked.
"I don't know," he shrugged being modest, I thought he was one of those confident boys who brag. I was wrong about a lot of thing with Harry. I guess there's more behind the cameras, but I can't see that, I can't like this guy. No way. "So, I made us something to eat. Curry and rice, my speciality." He smiled at the food and I have to say it looks amazing. "Want to try?" He asked holding up a spoon full of curry and white rice under, I nodded moving forward. The spoon came up to my lips, it tasted like perfection.
"This is really good," I nodded.
"Thanks, my friends say I'm the best cook," he smiled widely. "So tell me about yourself, Bella."
I took in a deep breath, "Well I live with my dad, we moved here from California two years ago because my dad got this amazing job offer. And yeah ... that's me." I shrugged taking another spoon full of the food, "What about you?"
"I grew up here until I turned seventeen and I audition for the X-Factor I made it though but they put me in a group and that's how my band was formed. I have an older sister Gemma, a step dad, mum and me and my real dad don't talk a lot but we still keep in touch after the divous." He smiled but I could tell by the way his eyes shaded that was a sore subject for him.
"So how's it like being famous?" I asked trying to make conversation, "I mean, it must be awesome but tiring."
"It is, it's completely exhausting, I'm almost always knackered but it's worth it." He smiled widely exposing his dimples, "The fans are amazing."
"I try to think about what I would say if I was famous."
"Oh really," he wiggled his brows at me. "Let's play a game, you pretend to be famous and I'll interview you questions we normally get asked."
I giggled, "Um, okay."
"If you were invisible for a day what would you do?"
"Um," I tapped my finger to my chin thinking. "I guess I would sneak on a plane and go around the world."
"Comado or pj's?" He asked wiggling his brows again.
"They do not ask you that."
"You'd be surprise," he smiled cheekily. "Answer it."
"Both."
"Whoa," his smile grew. "Dirty girl!"
"Shut up, it's just a question."
He shook his head, after finishing that really great meal and having the most random conversation. He asked me weird questions and I would ask him some too, we really got to know each other throughout the questions. I know he loves tacos, cats- which he calls pussy -and he dated Cher Lloyd who I love. "So what do you want to do now?"
"I don't know."
"We could go to my house," he winked.
"How bout no?"
"Come on, it'll be fun." i rolled my eyes already knowing I wasn't going to win this battle.
I looked around his house feel nervous and out of place, I'm not too sure why I agreed to do this. I stood awkwardly at the door way, Harry turned around and smiled at me shaking his head. "You can come inside, I won't bite." He started walking to the kitchen setting his keys down, I watched as he slipped off his jacket putting it behind a chair. He looked so natural standing there, like this is where he belongs. He went into the fridge pulling out juice, he stopped and looked at me with humor in his eyes, "Are you going to stand there all day?"
