“Harry! Why would you do that?!” I screamed at him. “I’ll have a scoop of vanilla and she’ll have a scoop of chocolate with sprinkles” he laughed and told the lady behind the counter.
She eyed us, probably sorta recognizing us, and made our cones. “Harry, really? Why?” I whined. “Because you’ve written enough depressing songs to fill up three whole albums recently, did you know that?” he said as a matter a factly.
“Well I’ve written happy ones too” I huffed. “Doesn’t matter. You’re going.” He said, paying the lady as she handed us our ice cream.
We sat down at a small table in the corner.
I watched him eat his cone happily and I just held mine and frowned at him. “He’s a super nice guy” Harry laughed again. “Who is it?” I asked, licking my cone for the first time.
“Guess.”
“I… I have no idea who it is Harry.”
“Gueeeessssss!”
“Is it fucking jack Black? I don’t know who it could be Harry!” I quietly shouted at him. “Okay, let me show you” he said then pulled out his phone. As I waited a fan, I’m guessing, walked in and squealed then took a picture of us then left.
Finally he handed his phone to me and it showed a video loading… still loading… loading some more. Finally it started and it was a video from the interview this morning with 5SOS.
“Oh my god, you didn’t” I gasped.
“I did” he smiled.
“Which one?” I asked.
“You’re favorite” he laughed.
“You know damn well none of them are my favorite!” I raised my voice, irritated.
“You’re his favorite” he said with the hugest smirk I’ve ever seen etched on his face.
“Fu-“ I began until the door of the parlor opened and the tall, lanky blonde one walked in from this morning.
I could feel my face get hot. He looked around for us, and when he finally saw us we made eye contact. His eyes were so blue. We continued to stare at each other as he slowly walked up to us. I tried to think of his name, but I couldn’t remember. Damn it, this is going to be even worse than this morning.
“Luke!” Harry said popping up from his seat to give the blonde a ‘bro hug’. He smiled at him then Harry told him to sit down by him and Luke did.
He made short eye contact with me then looked at Harry, waiting for him to say something. He looked really uncomfortable.
“Well aren’t you going to introduce yourself?” Harry asked me.
I rolled my eyes and summed up all of my courage. “Hi, I’m Phoebe” I said, putting my hand out to shake his, making Harry laugh. “I’m Luke” he said, smiling, and shaking my hand. We still were shaking hands when Harry blurted “He’s in that band”.
“Yeah, I figured that out this morning, thank you” I sighed, still shaking his hand.
I had to let go first, because we were both still shaking hands. His face turned a bit pink and he turned back to Harry, waiting for him to speak again.
“Okay, so who wants dinner?” Harry asked us. “It’s Four o’clock” I scowled, still upset.
“Yeah, it won’t be crowded then” he laughed. I hate him so much.
*Luke’s POV*
I’m really nervous. This is too awkward. I’m fighting the urge to run away/ get her to sign my face and she doesn’t even know who I am.
Harry walked us to a restaurant he really liked and we both followed behind him.
“This is my first time in New York. What about you?” she suddenly asked, startling me a little bit. “I’ve been her twice on tour, but I haven’t explored the city yet” I said, trying to keep calm.
“’Explored’? I like that” she laughed shortly. It was a forced and awkward laugh, but it was still good to hear. We walked for a few more minutes and I guess we’d made it to the place because Harry was opening a door and waiting on us.
We all three slipped into this diner place. It was kinda like a Waffle House and it was slightly crowded. There was only one available booth in the whole place and it was under this huge window that stared out at the busy city.
Phoebe and Harry Sat down together on one side of the booth and I sat alone on the other side. She wouldn’t make eye contact with me or speak to me at all, she just looked out of the window. The sun was starting to set and it was shining on her, her eyes almost glowed, and I think I stared with my mouth open at her for five minutes.
It was completely silent. I felt so awkward among the two; the girl I have the biggest crush/ admiration for and her best friend who’s better than me in every way. Why did I even come?
Soon a busty waitress wearing a dress two sizes too small and a caked face came over to us to take our drink orders. As she asked me what I was having she leaned over a bit and I couldn’t help but steal a peep down her shirt.
I wasn’t even thinking. When she finally left I looked to Phoebe, who was rolling her eyes, and then to Harry who was mouthing “NO” at me.
I really hate myself right now.
*Kandice’s POV*
So I’m sitting in Roxy’s room with Hazel and we’re all watching tv mindlessly when we finally realized Phoebe had been gone for a while.
“Maybe we should call her?” Hazel said as she picked up her phone.
“She’s not going to answer. She never answers when she’s with Harry” I said with a sigh. We sat silently again thinking.
“I guess all we can is wait on her” Roxy said, turning her laptop on and pulling it into her lap. “What are you doing?” I asked her.
“I want to look up those giraffes… 5 sauce right?” she asked.
*Roxanne’s POV*
These guys were definitely good but they weren’t our style; they were barely even the worst kind of punk… pop punk. Ugh.
But they we still pretty good. “Hey, didn’t that Kelly lady say they were fan of ours?” I asked.
“Yeah” Hazel said, her vision fixated on the screen at the boys we had met earlier that day. “We should tweet them!” I laughed.
“We should!” Kandice squealed.
So we sat and debated on what to tweet for maybe thirty minutes. Finally, we came up with: “Thank you to @5SOS for liking our music and playing Chubby Bunny with us! It was really fun and we really like that one song about amnesia <3”
We sent it through our band account and in seconds our notifications went wild.
*Calum’s POV*
“OH MY GOD” I heard Ashton scream from inside the bathroom of our hotel room. I was pretty pissed we all were sharing one room but that’s not important right now.
“What?” I called at him while he walked back into the room. “They tweeted us!” he screamed again and threw his phone at me. I caught it and looked at the tweet… I literally died and I think I squealed out loud and then I gave the phone to Michael, who had his head phones, and I’ve never seen his face light up so quickly.
“What what what what?? OMG!” he gasped. “What do we do?” Ashton asked us, grabbing a pillow and hugging the shit out of it, trying to hold back his excitement.
“We need to tell Luke!”
