One Direction Imagines

Harry Imagine for Melina

omg this is probably so long, but i really hope you like it! :D

            “Louis, get out of the way! I’m trying to beat Zayn here!” Harry yelled as Louis walked directly in front of the television where the two were playing Fifa. Louis stuck his tongue out at his best friend and I started giggling. He smiled proudly and plopped down on the floor in front of the couch I was sharing with Niall and Liam, one on either side of me.

            “I’m going to win anyway, just give up now, Styles!” Zayn declared, staring intently at the screen in front of all of us. The huge flat screen TV in front of us sat in the middle of a large loft that was filled with stereo systems with posters of old bands hanging on the dark wood walls.  Shelves were filled with movies and videos games of all kinds. There was an electric blue carpet on the floor that was split into two levels, the lower one where the TV was and the higher one where the door was. The room was just so exciting and fun, so this is where the boys and I would always hang out.

            “Well guess what? I have Melina on my team, therefore I automatically win!” Harry protested, taking a moment to wink at me, and then looking back to Zayn who still had his eyes glued to the TV.

            “Too bad I’m not good at video games… I can play soccer in real life, but not virtually…” my voice trailed off and I felt Niall wrap his arm around my shoulders.

            “That’s okay, watching is better ‘cause you get to eat the popcorn!” I laughed as Niall reached his hand into the bowl of popcorn in between us and stuffing it into his mouth.

            Liam got up next to me to change the CD in the stereo.

            “Liam! Put some Chris Brown on!” Zayn called while scoring yet another goal on Harry’s team. I think the score right now was eight to two, Zayn being the winner.

            “No! Put the Ramones on! No one likes Chris Brown!” Harry exclaimed, turning around, ultimately missing the perfect opportunity for his team to score. 

            “HEY!” Niall jumped up and jogged over to where Liam was, pushing him out of the way and sliding in a Michael Bublé CD instead. “There, now we’re all happy…” he smiled and I laughed at the little Irish boy who sat back down next to me.

            “I am, I don’t think Harry is though,” I teased, making the curly-haired boy spin around in his seat, totally forgetting about what was going on in the game. He smirked at me and I felt my heart race a little bit.

            “Cute,” was all Harry had to say to give me tingles up my spine. I swallowed and Niall looked at me, taking my hand and pulling me to stand up with him.

            “I have to ask you something…” he smiled at me and pulled me up the two steps in the room, then out the door. He closed it behind him.

            “What’s up?” I asked, turning my head at him as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

            “Well, I was wondering… did Harry ask you to be his date for the dress party we were invited to tomorrow night?”

            I shook my head, “He didn’t even say anything about it…”

            Niall’s face lit up, his blue eyes twinkling, “Great! ‘Cause I wanted to know if you’d go as my date… You know, ‘cause I don’t have anyone to bring…”

            “Of course Niall!” I exclaimed and I hugged him around his neck, “That sounds like so much fun, I’d love to!”

            “Oh god, you have no idea how relieved I am! I thought Harry had already asked you…”