Shattered (Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

Zaria's pov

I sat there with my mouth agape, staring at Elle. How could she- why would- what the fuck?

"Um, sorry what? I thought I heard you say you gave him my number," I laughed dryly, praying that I had heard her wrong. Although, somewhere inside of me wanted her to have given the boastful asshole my number.

Arielle shifted awkwardly in her seat, mentally telling me to brace myself.

"No no, you definitely heard me correctly. I gave Harry Styles your phone number. You can thank me later," she said, giving me a wink and a cheeky grin.

An irritated sigh left my mouth, resting my head against the headrest behind me.

"Elle," I groaned, dragging out her name childishly in a complaining matter, "Why?"

She laughed and rolled her eyes, "Lets face it, he's hot as fuck, he's British, and you totally wanted him Z. Chill out and just accept the fact that he has your number and you can do nothing about it."

"I really hate you sometimes you know," I bit back playfully. Arielle laughed again in return, telling me to get out of the parking lot. I did just so, driving quickly past the damn limo that belonged to an egotistical band member that just so happened to now have my phone number.

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Luckily, when Arielle and I got back to my house, my parents cars were both gone, meaning that they had gone to "blow off steam" or whatever the hell they do after they fight.

We walked into the silent house, turning on all of the lights in the process because, lets be honest, who likes being in an empty house without lights on. Not us, that's for damn sure! Elle walked over to the couch and threw her bags down on top of it. I tossed mine on a nearby chair, making my way to the stereo to turn on some music. The Maine immediately blasted through the speakers causing us to have an automatic dance party. Thank god nobody was home; we looked like idiots attempting to move along with the music and screaming the lyrics to whatever songs came on.

Somewhere in-between songs, we had made our way to the kitchen, searching for food. I found some pizza in the fridge so we ate the rest of that and grabbed whatever ice cream we had left in the freezer. As I was making my way to the couch, ice cream in hand, my phone went off.

I picked it up off of the coffee table and answered it absentmindedly.

"Hello?" I answered with a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. A low chuckle was heard on the other end of the line before a familiar, husky voice was heard.

"Hey babe," Harry spoke, his cocky voice somewhat muffled through the speaker. I could hear voices in the background. Most likely his band mates messing around. I swallowed what was left of the ice cream in my mouth quickly, shakily waving to Elle. I put the phone on speaker so she could hear as well.

"I hope you don't mind that I got your number from your friend, lovely girl. I couldn't let someone like you get away that easily," he said, a cocky tone present in his words. I subconsciously rolled my eyes as Elle wiggled her eyebrows at me, silently mouthing "Get it, girl," to me.

"When you say someone like me, do you mean someone who actually didn't show interest in a world famous boy band member?" I countered, not letting the fact that Elle was glaring at me set off my attitude towards the self-absorbed man. I could practically see his smirk fade away as I turned him down, yet again.

"No, I mean someone who has made me actually chase after them instead of them throwing themselves at me. So, I'm taking you out," he responded casually, as if he already knew I'd say yes.

I scoffed, "Who said I would agree?"

"Me," he said with confidence. Man, this guy really had an ego. "Be ready by 5 o'clock tomorrow night, you're coming to our show. Your friend can come too, I'm sure the boys would just love to meet you ladies."

Elle sat there with her mouth open for a bit before she got up and silently danced around. I guess she was a little excited about the invite. She came back over to me and quietly begged me to say yes.

"Please Z, I'll be your best friend!" she pleaded. I laughed and shook my head, slouching my shoulders a bit in defeat.

"You already are, but I guess we'll go, but only because you'd annoy the shit out of me forever if I said no." That's when I remembered Harry was still on the phone. I let out a quiet sigh as I picked the phone back up.

"Fine, we'll go. But this wasn't my choice," I retorted. Elle was dancing around again, excited to meet the guys of One Direction.

"Great," Harry responded, a smirk practically heard in his voice, "The car will be there at 5 to pick you up. The driver will bring you to the back doors where I'll meet you and take over from there. See you then, babe."

With that, a click was heard on the other end, signaling the bastard had hung up. I internally groaned at the thought of going to some pop bands concert, but I was kind of, secretly, a little bit, excited to see Harry again. Elle would never find out that bit, I would keep that to myself.

She clearly didn't even care about anything else at the moment. As soon as Elle saw that I was off the phone, she ran up to me and hugged me, shrieking.

"Thank you thank you thank you," she repeated. Very loudly, might I add. I grimaced at the extremity of her volume.

"Yeah yeah, you're welcome and all but if you don't stop screaming, neither of us will be able to hear anything tomorrow night," I said, moving my hands up to cover my ears, shielding them from her screeching. She only laughed and went back to her ice cream. Eventually I joined her on the couch with my own ice cream.

"I can't believe I agreed to that."

A/n

Hello lovelies

lol what a great word

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okay anyways I apologize for this shitty chapter but my writing hasn't been the best the past couple days

Thanks for sticking with me though

Mwahhhh

Jo.x