Then [h.s.]

02

Harry's POV

"So you insulted her, then invited her to come to dinner with us? Teach me your ways, man," Zayn joked. I shot him a dirty look.

"Shut it," I snapped, dragging a hand through my hair. "Be nice, okay?" Louis stared at me suspiciously.

"You're acting funny," he said. "Do you like her?" He wiggled his eyebrows. I groaned.

"No. Definitely no. I met her twenty minutes ago!" Zayn clapped me on the back.

"Well-wait, is that her?" I looked up, and Angel's blue eyes met mine. She elbowed Niall, who was looking down at his phone, pointed to us, and waved.

"She is quite pretty," Louis speculated. "But she seems like more of a committed relationship kind of girl." I glanced at him.

"Why would you say that?" I wondered. He shrugged.

"Don't you think so? She doesn't look like the girls-" I cut him off.

"Hey, Angel, Niall," I greeted, glaring at Louis. He smiled innocently at them.

"'Sup?" Angel nodded at me. "I'm Angel," she said to the boys.

"Louis," he stuck his hand out. She shook it. "Nice to meet you, Angel!"

"Same to you," she smiled.

"Hi," Zayn said shortly, not meeting her gaze. She studied him.

"Zayn! You dated my best friend last year! That is you, right?" She peered at him. He nodded hesitantly. "I thought so," she grinned at him, sitting across from me. "It's been so long!" She looked at him. "We were, like, really good friends," she said to me. "You got tattoos, I always knew you would for some reason," she pointed at his arm, laughing. He seemed surprised she wasn't holding a grudge against him.

"You're not... Mad?" He asked. She glanced at him.

"No. We were friends, and it wasn't me you broke up with. Although, I basically went through the aftermath of a bad breakup with her. My gosh that girl is emotional."

"How is Becky, anyway? If you don't mind me asking," he rushed. She shrugged.

"She's fine. Dating some 17 year old now. It took her about a week and four thousand chick flicks to get over you. Do you know how many times I had to suffer through the Titanic? I was convinced I would never cry again." Zayn smiled a little.

"Hey Styles, your pizza's ready!" A familiar voice rang through the air.

"I'll be back," I stood up. "Don't scare her off or anything, okay?" I gestured to Angel, narrowing my eyes at Louis and Zayn before walking away toward the counter.

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THAT'S ALL I GOT FOR NOW, IT TOOK ME LIKE 20 MINUTES, SORRY IT'S SHORT BUT I HAVE LIKE NO INSPIRATION AT THE MOMENT

vote & comment if you like pizza (or if you don't) (if so then what what happened to your taste buds)

BYE NOW✌️