**HARRYS POV**
“What’s all this?" I asked, picking up the large bag off my floor. We then heard an obnoxious laugh coming from upstairs. I could feel the smile growing on my lips as I towed Riya behind me.
“What’s going on?" She asked, confusion across her face.
“Well, we’re about to find out." I said, having a pretty good idea.
I opened the door that I heard the laugh from and she turned around to face me.
“This was the only room that wasn't being used. I hope you don’t mind." She said sarcastically.
“Simran!" I said running up to hug her. “How come you didn’t call me?" I questioned.
“Zayn let me in." She said.
“Well that explained why he didn’t pick up when I rang him earlier." I told Riya.
“You brought a girl with you?" Simran asked, smiling at Riya who was behind me.
“Yeah. Shes magnificent. You'll definitely get along well." I said as I pushed both of them together.
“Im sure. And as long as you don’t mind..." She said jabbing her thumb inside the room. I peered my head in to see a lad, probably my age sitting by the desk table.
“Hey Mate. The names Max." He said. I shook his hand firmly and smiled before I shortly said, “Harry."
“Of course I don’t mind. As long as you two don’t stay up all night, if you know what I mean." Harry said, taking all of us downstairs to the living room.
“Oh please Harry, I've never experienced it first hand, but I've heard from many sources that this boy here, knows how to work his charm when he needs to. You'd know. Right?" Simran asked Riya who just chuckled. She was about to answer before I interjected, “Yeah. She would. Nobody can resist Harry Styles. Im just so cute." I said, mainly to Riya. I took this opportunity to take Max into the kitchen and leave the girls to their own talking about me.
**RIYAS POV**
“So give me all the dirt. You and HARRY STYLES!" Simran squealed. She was undeniably pretty. She had long dark hair and she seemed like a really exuberant person. Like when somebodys laugh is funnier than their joke.
“Nothing too special to tell. I just met him." I shrugged.
“Wow. He seems into you with the way he looks at you. It seems like you've known each other. So he's not just trying to be with you one night and then...?" She asked.
“No! I mean, I really hope not."
“Man. You're lost. Its okay. Who wouldn't be? He's HARRY STYLES!" Simran exclaimed.
“I absolutely am!" He said as he walked into the room that we were talking in and he handed Simran some tea.
We all sat down then as we began to discuss our day.
**ZAYNS POV**
After Simran blew up my cell, Reyna and I just couldn't fall back asleep.
“So what’s the plan for tonight?" Reyna asked, her eyelids droopy.
“Well, considering the fact that Sim is here, we'll probably be partying." I shrugged. I knew her too well to know that that would be her first choice.
“Sounds fun. Ugh. Zayn, I don’t want to get up." I whined.
“We can lay here forever if you want to." I suggested. Kissing her forehead.
