Seventy // H.S.

Chapter 13

*that night*

I'm still wondering what to wear. So I picked out my sleeve-less red dress and a black blazer. For my shoes, I picked up my black stilleto heels. And for my jewelry, the guitar charm bracelet that Niall gave me for my 16th birthday and a musical note charm necklace. For the make up, just a simple foundation, eyeliner, blush, and mascara. One last look into the mirror, and I'm ready to go. I heard Niall's voice saying — "Gabby? Are you ready?"— I packed up my things. My make-up, my mints, my wallet and my phone. I heard Niall yell again my name. —"wait for a few seconds."— I yelled. I ran into the door and opened.

“You– look– amazing!” Niall said, with his eyes widened.

I chuckled. “Let's go?”

He lend me his arm so I could twist my arm into his. On the away to the restaurant, Niall started a little conversation.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” I said, looking into his eyes.

“Remember your promise.” He said.

“Yes I will.” I smirked, and kissed his cheek.

He smiled and focused on his driving. When we were on the restaurant, we both came in and some guys started hugging and handshaking with Niall.

“Tarzan, why don't you introduce me to your friends.” I said.

“Oh yeah! Louis, this is Gabriella my bestfriend.”

“A pleasure to meet you.” Louis said.

“Same to you.” I smiled.

“Zayn, this is Gabriella.”

“Hi I'm Zayn.” He said, handing his hand to mine.

Woah, he's very attractive. His lips looks so kissable. I like it.

“Gabriella, Gabby for short.” I said, grabbing his hand for the handshake.

“Uhm, Gabby, the other guys are there, come with me?” Niall said, pointing to our table.

“Nice to meet you.” Zayn said.

I smiled and followed Niall to meet the other guys.

“Liam, this is Gabriella.”

“Hey, I'm Liam, Nice to meet you.” Liam smiled.

“Hi!” I said.

“This is Harry.” Niall said.

“Hi Harry, I'm Gabriella.” I introduced my self to this charming man.

“Harry Styles. Nice to meet you!” He said, he shooked his hand for a handshake.

“Gabriella.” I smiled, and shooked my hand into his.

His eyes were perfectly hazel green. His curly hair is falling to his face and he fixes it. His lips, perfectly rosy. He's perfect! I can felt sparks fly when I held his hand. It was soft and huge. And I realized, we've been staring at each other for too long.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” I said, frustrated and unheld his hand.

“It's okay. I like it when a girl holds my hand for too long.” He joked.

Zayn and Louis came back from the restroom. I saw Niall sitting by the corner while we were talking and laughing. He was frowning, I wonder what's his problem.

“Hey Tarzan, do you have a problem?” I said, sitting beside him.

“Your promise?” He frowned.

“I am not falling for any of these.” I sighed.

“The way you look at Harry and the way he looks at you.” He said, looking down at the floor.

“So? I just find him cute.” I said.

He sighed. And the guys started to notice us.

“Hey, you two okay?” Liam said.

“I just want to go home.” I said, frowning.

“I'll take you home.” Harry suggested.

We both walked towards his car and he opened the door for me. 

“Thankyou.” I said.

He nodded and went to the driver's seat. He started driving and I can feel my tears come down by my cheek. Me and Harry are in awkward silence. Until he said a word.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes, I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

“What happened?”

“Niall.”

“What's with him?”

“He's jealous of the way I look at you.”

“Wait, is he your boyfriend?”

“No! We're just best friends.”

“Super close best friends.”

“Yeah, sure you could say that.”

“Where's your house by the way?”

“Daisy Co-Ed Dorms. Just go straight ahead and you'll see the sign.”

“Okay.”–he said–“So, tell me something about yourself.”

“I lived in Miami when I was young. Because my parents were divorced. My mom lives in Canada and my dad lives in Miami. I decided to move to Canada when I was seven and moved to Ireland when I was twelve. I lived there with my aunt. And got my own dorm at fourteen. I met Niall when I was twelve because their house were just beside our house. So we're neighbors. At the same time, classmates.” I said. “What's yours?”

“I wont tell you because we're here so maybe next time.”

“Yeah sure.”

“Why don't you put your number on my phone and I'll text or call you tomorrow?”

He handed me his phone and I typed my number.

“Done.”

“Okay, bye! Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Sure, bye!”

I hopped out of his car. He is totally perfection!