Little Miss Curly [On Hold]

Chapter 3: A Little Crush

Ariana's POV

Ever since that day at Harry's house, I started noticing the amazing little details of Harry. The way his voice is all husky and deep, the way his curls fall gloriously upon his beautiful face and when his eyes sparkle when he's talking about something he likes or when he's amused or excited. His dimples are absolutely to die for and it complements his million dollar smile perfectly. He's got this hold on me that nobody ever had. The way his clothes smell just like him, I just want to die in his arms. I think I may have a little crush on him. Okay, maybe I underestimated this 'little crush', this is more than a crush, it's a huge crush! How I just wish my life was like those movies where the girl has a crush on her best friend and her best friend likes her back and just when you think they won't end up together, that's when they start confessing their love to each other.

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Harry's POV

Over the past couple of months, Ariana and I have become extremely close. I knew all her secrets and everything about her past. I feel like I've known her for my whole life now. I knew things about her that even her friends didn't know.

I even think I have a crush on her. Her smile is absolutely gorgeous just like the girl who owns it. How her nose crinkles when she's irritated or angry. How her expression changes when we start talking about gummy bears. Its her favorite thing in this whole world! How her eyes light up when she's happy. Her curls, her absolutely perfect curls that fall perfectly in place without her doing anything to it.

She looked so fragile that night at my house. She needed to be protected. To be protected by me. I wouldn't want to see her hurt and sad. I needed to be her knight in shining armor.

I wish I had the guts to ask her to be mine, but I'm just afraid of her rejecting me. But when I do ask her, everything should be perfect. Everything should be perfect for the perfect girl. This is the girl I've been waiting for all my life. I couldn't be wrong, this is her. No other girl made me feel this way.

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Ariana's POV

I was preparing for the sleepover later, so I went to the grocery to buy popcorn, some chips and soda. When I was done, I walked back home and put the groceries on the counter. I grabbed some pillows from my room and some blankets. We were staying in the living room of my house which was pretty wide for my liking, but I'll never understand dad's logic. He said it would come to use someday, I still don't see the need of it to become so wide though. I laid the pillows and blankets on the floor. Caitlin and Angela are usually really lazy to bring their own blanket and pillow, so I had to provide for them. Lazy butts. Just as I was deciding on what movie to watch for later, the doorbell rang. That must be them!

I walked to the front door and unlocked all the locks. What? You never know if there's going to be a psycopathic killer on the loose. Just like Luke always says, it's better safe than sorry. After unlocking all the locks, I opened the door to see Harry. Wait, Harry? What was he doing here?

"Hey Harry," I said trying to act casual. I mean it was five in the afternoon and I was already in my jammies, who wouldn't feel awkward.

"Why are you in your pajamas? Are you confused about the time or something?" he said chuckling to himself.

"No. I'm in my pajamas because I'm having a sleepover with the girls later. Hence, my pajamas," I said to him rather satistied that I used the word 'hence'

"Hence? Really Ariana? Really?" he said laughing again. "And why didn't you invite me?" he said acting sad.

"Girls only Harry, unless you're gay," I said playfully.