From The Dining Table [H.S]

Chapter 34:

"One lane for two hours for two people, plus shoes is $24" says the guy working at the front desk of the bowling alley. I hand him my credit card and he mindlessly swipes it, "What size?"

"Huh?" I ask him, confused. What does he mean what size? What size bowling ball?

"Harry, what size shoe" Nikki explains to me like I'm a child. Of course that's what he meant. Why didn't I get that. "I'm an eight" she says.

He looks under the desk and pulls out a pair of worn, greasy shoes and looks at me, "Umm, 10" I say and he does the same, placing a 10 on the desk for me. "Thanks."

Nikki and I grab the shoes in our hands. "Lane 17" the guy tells us.

I take Nikki's hand and we walk to the lane almost on the end, away from all the people like I had asked. That guy must've thought I was stupid but then again, maybe because I'm British, he took that as an excuse.

"Go pick out some balls for us" she says, sitting at the chairs and taking off her shoes. I can't help but laugh. I know that's immature but I had to.

She just rolls her eyes, not trying to argue about my immaturity. I set my shoes down and go find a ball rack. They were lined up along the back walls. I get a size 12 for me and a 10 for her. I figure to not get something too heavy.

As I make my way back to our lane, a girl comes up in front of me, "Oh my gosh, Harry Styles?!" she exclaims.

I smile and nod, "Yeah, hi" I say and she squeals.

"Oh my fucking god! MOM!" she yells and looks over my shoulder and waves her hand frantically for her mother to come to us, "Can we take a picture together please!!"

"Sure" I say, nodding. I'm used to this attention and I'll have to say, it never gets old. I love being in the spotlight, especially with girls. This girl was too young for my liking. She had to be fourteen. But at the moment, the only girl attractive to me is my girl.

The mother appears, "What?" she says with a hint of attitude.

"Mom, this is Harry Styles!"

Her mom's eyes light up, "Oh god hi!" she says, and I can see she's started to shake a bit.

"Mom, take our picture!" the girl demands.

The mom runs, well slightly jogs, back to their lane to get her phone. Leaving me and this girl awkwardly. I look over at Nikki and she's typing our names into the system.

"So what's your name?" I ask her.

"I'm Liza!"

"Are you from here?" I ask her. It was a dumb question. Obviously she's from here. But it's just random small talk.

"Yes! I've lived here my entire life! And I never thought I'd run in to you. Let alone at a bowling alley!" she says. Everything she has been saying has been frantic and in a high pitched voice.

Finally, to break this awkwardness between us, her mother comes back. I put the bowling balls I had been holding on the floor carefully and then I lean down close to Liza. She wraps her arms around me in a hug and I just raise my eyebrows and smile.

Her mom takes a bunch of pictures until I start to stand up fully. "Oh gosh thank you so much, Harry!" Liza says, I see her eyes watering.

"No problem, have fun" I say, and I pick up the bowling balls and start to walk back to my lane.

Nikki looks up at my while I get closer, "I can't take you anywhere" she says with a slight chuckle.

"If you don't like it, you can go" I say, jokingly with an attitude as I set the bowling balls down in the ball return rack.

"Fine" she says and starts to walk off.

I chuckle and grab her before she gets too far. I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her, "Don't you dare ever leave me."

She grins wrapping her arms around me too, "I would never dream of it" she says, looking up at me with her gorgeous green eyes, "Speaking of dreams, ready to get yours crushed?" She reaches down and playfully slaps my butt before walking away, definitely payback from earlier today.

"Oh, sure" I say, pretending to be scared, "We will see about that!" I look up at the tv screen above our lane. Looks like I'm up first.

I take my ball and line up before rolling it down the lane.

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"I told you, babe... dreams equal crushed" she chuckles, as we start taking off our shoes.

In two hours we bowl what felt like a million games. And she won all but one of them. I won one but I feel like it was a pity win.

"Yeah whatever" I say, feeling a little down from losing but seeing her happy was completely fine by me.

She stands up, having her shoes on already, and comes in front of me, pushing my legs apart so she could stand in between them, "Guess what" she says, softly.

I'm immediately turned on by this action. She makes me want to fuck her right here, right now. She knows this too.

She leans down, purposefully showing off her breasts and her lips meet my ear and she sexily whispers, "You're a loser."

She pulls away with a cheeky grin and gets her ball and walks away. I'm shocked. I swear she was gonna whisper something dirty to me.

I shake my head with a grin. She was hot and she knows how to fuck with me just to turn it around. Despite not having known her for long, I feel like we've known each other forever. She gets me. I get her.

She comes back, seeing I haven't finished putting on my shoes, "Too hard?" she asks and I look up at her and widen my eyes.

She raises her eyebrows, "Want some help?" she asks and smiles again at me.

"Uh yeah" I say. Of course I want her to help me with my hard on.

With that she gets down in front of me on her knees. I immediately look around and thankfully not many people are here, but they'd all notice if she started sucking me off.

I push her head away, "Babe! Not here" I giggle. I don't think I ever felt giggly about a girl before. Especially about a girl giving me a blow job. But fuck she was so sexy.

"What?" she asks, looking at me and rubbing her head where I pushed. Then she looks around and her face softens, "Oh you thought I was gonna-" she laughs and stands up, "Harry! You have a dirty mind."

I furrow my eyebrows, "huh?" I'm very confused. If she wasn't offering a blow job what the hell was she doing on her knees?

"I was talking about getting your shoes on, you freak" she stands up and playfully pushes my head like I pushed hers, "Hurry up."

She was on her knees to help put on my shoes. Because I told her I needed help. To put on my shoes. Oh. My. God.

Now I feel like a fool, but a fool who is completely in love with this beautiful girl.