One Direction: A Hot Mess

Chapter 11

Here's the outfits for this chapter! (New thing)

Ava's 1st outfit : http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=63173587

Ava's 2nd outfit:

Nicole's outfit:

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Chapter 11

Harry's POV

I skipped into the kitchen, humming to myself. Lucky by Jason Mraz. I threw open the fridge and grabbed a can of soda pop. Poppy pop pop, I thought and giggled. And then I shut the door. And screamed.

Because standing right behind the door was one Louis Tomlinson. With a carrot in his hand.

I jumped back as Louis said, “Harold, have you just swallowed a rainbow?” with one eyebrow raised.

I just looked at him like he was crazy and went over to the couch with my drink. Niall was sitting there too, texting someone with a smile on his face.

“Who are you texting, Nialler,” I asked happily.

“Rachel,” he said dreamily. “What about you, Styles. Why are you so happy?”

“Me and Ava just had the most amazing date,” I sighed, falling back on the couch, not caring that I sounded like a teenage girl.

“Ava and I,” Liam corrected, coming out of nowhere. He sat down next to Niall.

I was in such a good mood that didn't even flip him off. Even though I wanted to.

“Earth to Harry,” Liam said. “Aren't you going to tell us what you did?”

“We went to see a musical on Broadway...”

I was sitting on my bed when my phone buzzed in my hand. It was from Ava.

I opened it quickly and immediately responded to her “Hey” with a “Hi” of my own. My phone buzzed again.

“wats up?”

“nothing much hbu”

“nothing... hey you wanna do something?”

“Like what?”

'I dunno, you never know when you'll be in New York again. Sight-seeing?”

“sure :)”

“How about a play?”

And that's how we ended up at one of New York's many theaters. But I couldn't tell you which show we saw or what happened.

Damn Avalon.

First, she was wearing this outfit that just made me increasingly frustrated (if you know what I mean). Her white lace dress and gold earrings hinted at a good girl, but her studded black belt, black nails, and bright red heels begged to differ. It drove me crazy.

Then, when we actually got into the theater, the lights turned off, and I could immediately feel the tension between us. As if that's not enough, throughout the entire show, she put her dainty little hand on my leg. The entire time! Moving it up and down like she could sense my discomfort and was trying to make it at as painful as possible. Because when I let the slightest sigh out, she looked up and winked at me.

After the performance, we went out to this Italian place she knew for lunch. The food was delicious. And we laughed and teased each other like old friends. It was, basically, the perfect first date.