Falling for the Foreign | HS

Halloween

Chapter 11

Harry POV:

"Hazel! Let's go!" I call up the stairs.

Why do girls take so long to get ready? This whole waiting for your girlfriend thing is exhausting.

"Oh, calm yourself Harold! I'm coming down right now," she yells back to me.

I turn to face the stairwell, making eye contact with the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Her hair is curled just below her shoulders, and a feather headband rests atop it. Her deep purple, beaded flapper dress falls above her knee and the tassels bounce as she descends.

She reaches the bottom of the stairwell and all I can do is stare at her. A smile spreads across her face along with a light blush

"I- Wow..." I stammer.

She laughs lightly and wraps her arms around my neck, "You don't look to bad yourself Harry... Potter," she says, looking at my costume up and down.

I wrap my arms around her back and lean down, pecking her lips. We admire each other for one more second before we hear more footsteps on the stairs. I release each other from our embrace and jump apart.

Sammantha, Hazel's mother, comes into view with a smile and a camera. Hazel and I awkwardly smiled back at her, pretending like nothing just happened.

"Get together you two!" She says, lining up the camera.

After we had finished taking pictures (not without Hazel letting out a couple annoyed groans at her mother's persistence) Hazel and I say our goodbyes, and head for the car.

When I plop into the passenger seat I quickly go to grab the AUX but Hazel beats me to it. She smiles down at her phone and presses a song.

I don't recognize what plays, so I pick up her phone and read off the song, "Calling All The Monster by China Ann McClain?" I ask.

"Harry Styles, do not tell me England doesn't have A.N.T. Farm!" She looks baffled but I just shake my head. "Harry, this is the best Halloween song to ever exist!" she exclaims.

I can't help but laugh as she starts singing out all the words and belting to the whole chorus. I don't think she knows it, but her voice is beautiful, effortlessly good. She really should get more musically involved at school.

Hazel and I finally arrive at Niall's house, which is surprisingly large. The brick exterior is a deep red, and towers two stories high. White windows cover the whole front of the house in a perfect grid format.

After staring in awe at the house, I hear a giggle from Hazel. When I turn to face her, she already has her hand out for me to take.

She leads me to the entrance, and we are met by two tall, white doors. Hazel doesn't bother knocking, but rather pushes the left door open, revealing an entryway, similar to her own.

The house is covered with spider webs and other Halloween decorations. I have never seen anything like it. In England, we celebrate Halloween, but it's nothing like this.

Finally coming back to reality, I see my favorite blond haired boy walking our way. I can't help but smile at the hotdog costume he decided on.

"Hazel! Harry! ...Potter! Welcome to my humble home." By the way Niall is beginning to slur and stumble, I can assume he's already had a beer... or three.

"Hey Nialler," I laugh, "Mate, your house looks brilliant!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Niall brushes off, grabbing my wrist, "Hazel, your boyfriend is mine for the night, okay? Great!"