Fairytale ⇉ o.d

{ iv }

(Disclaimer: Some swearing)

CHAPTER 4

ARIELS POV

"...the American Dream"  we all stopped singing and dancing as the song finished. A round of applause boomed through the mall, as we had quite the crowd circling us.

I took a deep breath and turned to the other girls, who were bowing and smiling at the crowd. I smiled at them as we all went over to Bella, who was still standing next to the stereo, a big grin on her face.

Without a word Hayley picked up the stereo and we headed back towards the parking lot. Once we were out of the mall, we stopped walking suddenly, thinking about our next move.

"What now?" Bella looked around our huddle.

We all thought for a moment, looking around us as if looking at the parking lot was going to answer our question.

I looked back into the mall, spotting some shops selling clothes and food, but one specific shop caught my eye.

"Anyone up for some ice-cream?"

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HARRY'S POV

I bit back a groan as I felt the couch dip.

"HARRY!  WAKE UP!"

"Go away, Louis" I groaned. I opened one eye to look at the smirking male.

"Hangovers a bitch, eh?"

"What I don't get, is how the fuck you don't have one, after how many drinks you had" I cursed him quietly. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off before he could get a single sound out of his mouth. "Actually, I don't want to know, it'll probably be long and boring and loud and I genuinely don't give a fuck"

He mocked fake hurt and gasped dramatically, clutching a hand to his heart.

"How dare you! You-"

"Shut up!" I groaned, grabbing the nearest cushion and pressing it against my face. "You're too loud, go fuck a walrus" I grumbled at him, my voice muffled by the cushion.

"But walruses are scary"

"I don't care"

"You love me, really"

"I hate you"

"That's not very nice"

"Neither is your face, but I don't complain"

"Harry"

"Louis"

"I'm hungry"

"Go eat something then"

"But I can't cook"

"..."

"Harry?"

"..."

"Can we go get ice-cream?"

"..."

"Please?"

"Ugh fine, but you're paying"

"Yay! Thank you Hazza!"

He grabbed my hand and dragged me off the couch, knocking my hip on the edge of the coffee table.

"Oi, watch it Louis!' I cursed at his back, but he just kept dragging me to the front door, oblivious to the fact that I was a stumbling mess behind him.