Is it Hate? Is it Love? (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Here we gooo!

Hellloooo good citizens of Wattpad!

Okily Dokily, I have nothing to say so ill get right to it.

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Chapter 6: Here we gooo!

*Dani's POV*

Louis, Niall, Harry and I walked around town a bit, mostly just enjoying time with each other.

Louis is the child of the group. He may be the oldest in numbers but he is the youngest with everything else.

Niall really does like to eat, even more then me! Which I'm glad cause nobody understood me before I met Niall.

Harry, oh, dear lord, Harry. I will tell you right here and now that boy is the BIGGEST, most PERVERTED, flirt I have EVER met! NO exaggerations!

He flirted with AT LEAST twenty girls, ON THE WAY TO THE MALL!

An checked out maybe twice as many, JUST IN THE FOOD COURT!

But I have to give him props because every single one of those girls fell at his feet.

Niall took his time listing the menu at McDonanlds, I think he was give Harry his swell time to chat up a good nine women.

And one of those women had to be at least twenty-seven!

Either way, it was a good time.

Louis is actually a really funny guy. It's like he's the gay king (joking I love that boy), I'll just call him queen, and everybody else are the dear peasants.

Except for Harry who is his king and Niall is his personal court jester. I'm just that background tapestry hanging on the wall making the scene pretty.

As we walked past Jack Wills, Harry and I got a bit distracted, so Niall and Louis went on their merry way promising to meet us at the fountain at the front entrance of the mall in an hour and a half.

"Okay, grab a bunch of stuff then meet me at the dressing rooms and we'll have a little fashion show," Harry said as we walked into the store.

"Okay but I'm not buying anything I only brought forty pounds!" I protest (A/N: Like Jimmy XD).

"Dani, don't worry! I'll pay!" Harry interjected.

"Please, n-!"

"Awe come on! I want to!"

"Seriously! I. Don't. Want. You. To. Pay!"

"But-!" Now it's my turn to interrupt.

"SERIOUSLY! I hate when people pay for me, I feel so pampered and...just...UGH!" It's true, I really hate people paying for me, even birthday presents are awkward!

"Okay, okay, fine!" He finally gives in to my begging.

"THANK you! Okay, at the dressing rooms in fifteen!"

We run off in different directions.

Harry goes in one direction.

And I go in two.

Wait...

what?

*Harry's POV*

I kinda understood where Dani was coming from, I mean I hate asking people for stuff and I guess someone paying for you is similar.

Well, it all makes sense to me!

Hey, that's a good lyric for a new song!

Okay! Off to find some clothes! Some perfectly wonderful clothes.