“Alright,” Louis announced loudly in his commentator voice. “It is time for the super spectacular candy catching competition!”

The pairs lined up, all the same distance apart. The girls were on one side and the boys faced them. Liam and Niall were kneeled down so they were at the same height as their partners Hadley and Charlotte. Penelope, Casey, and the two young girls each had a bowl full of assorted candies. An assistant of theirs actually did end up finding headbands, so they all wore one and did pointless stretches as Louis spoke.

“Allow me to remind you of the rules!” Louis said, drawing out the length of some words or putting emphasis on them unnecessarily. “There will be one minute on the clock! In this time, the teammates must toss and catch as many pieces of candy as possible! You are responsible for keeping your own score, ladies and gentlemen! No cheating though because our lovely security guards will know and hang you up by your ankles if you do!” A security guard took their place a few paces back from each of the boys. “Remember, Maoams and Wine Gums are worth one point. Twizzlers and Basstes Allsorts get you two points and if you catch a Mars bar, you just win, basically. They’re worth twenty points! Mars Bars are like the golden snitch of the super spectacular candy catching competition! However it would be quite strange that you have the ability to catch a Mars bar in your mouth. Nevertheless, let’s start the show!” Louis stuttered out the countdown then hit the then hit the table shouting, “Go!”



“Just keep under handing them! I can catch it as long as it goes high up!” Harry told his teammate.

“Alright, I can do that much,” Penelope laughed nervously and tossed an Allsort to Harry. He caught it and held up two fingers.
Niall cheered Charlotte on, “You’re doing great! Just keep throwing candy. It doesn’t matter what kind.”

“This is looking to be a pretty close game!” He announced to the crew that were standing behind him. “Both Harry and Liam has up nine points right now with Niall and Zayn at seven. Oh my God! Liam just caught a two pointer to pull ahead of the game! He is the first to break double digits in super spectacular candy catching history! Can anyone take the win from Liam “Double Digits” Payne? We shall see in the next twenty seconds!”

Candy flew back and forth, some disappearing into the boys’ mouths and some scattering across the floor. Each of the band members would shout in excitement or throw their arms in the air whenever they caught a sweet. Louis called for the ten second warning and Charlotte laughed anxiously, rapidly throwing as many sweets as she could. Niall laughed and put his hands up to block the candy being pelted at him. Eventually he just ran across the room and picked up the giggling Charlotte. About this time, the buzzer sounded.

“Okay, then! Zayn, how many points did you get?”

“Ten,” He laughed.

Casey smiled sheepishly, “Yeah that was kind of my fault. As it turns out, I suck at this.”

“It’s okay; we’ll practice and get them next time!” Zayn said putting his arm around Casey.

“On to our next contenders, Hadley and Liam! So Liam, It looked like you and your adorable partner were doing pretty well! How did it turn out?”

“We got seventeen points, Louis!” He announced formally, kneeling down next to his partner. Hadley wrapped her arms around Liam’s neck with a huge smile.

“Awwh! We got fifteen,” Charlotte pouted.

Niall scooted over to her on his knees and hugged her, “Don’t be sad! You did great, Charlie! We almost had them.” She nodded in agreement.

“We still have one last score to calculate!” Louis reminded them.

Harry and Penelope smiled at each other mischievously, “We got seventeen too!” Harry yelled in celebration.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Louis put a finger over his imaginary ear piece, “my sources are telling me that we have a tie!”

Harry and Penelope started running around the room as if they won. He jumped in Zayn’s face and laughed obnoxiously, shouting “In your face!”

“You didn’t even win!” Niall laughed uncontrollably.

“But we tied for first and that’s all that matters!” Harry said, hugging Penelope once again.

“Let’s do a tie breaker!” Liam argued.

“Nah, I think we’ll stick with the tie,” Penelope said, one hand still around her partner.

Liam stood up holding Hadley’s hand, “You two are just chicken.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, both Harry and Penelope tilted their heads back and clucked like chicken. When they realized what happened, they looked at one another laughing. Liam walked away with Hadley, shaking his head at how awkward the pair was. Suddenly, Charlotte yelled across the room for Penelope. Apparently there was some funny trick that Louis did that her aunt absolutely had to see. She started walking to her niece, however Harry held her arm back, not stopping her, but slowing her down.

“So, I wanted to ask you something,” He said trying to sound confident although he was clearly shy judging from how he stared at the ground with his hands pockets.

Penelope craned her neck around so she could see his eyes, “Go ahead.” She smiled at him as they inched their way to the group.

One of his hands emerged from his pocket to rub the back of his neck, “Well, I don’t know if you like football or anything, but we’re all going to a Manchester United match tomorrow and I wanted to know,” He trailed off looking at her for a second then looking away. “Uh, I wanted to know if you might want to go with us. Well, mostly with me.” He smiled as they sat down.

Penelope smiled as she blushed. She thought Harry was absolutely adorable and of course she was going to go with him, she’d be stupid not to, but she wanted to mess with him for a second. She decided to talk to him in French.

“Je suis très, très désolé, mais je n'aime pas gros cheveux bouclés.” She said smartly. Her mother was French and her father spoke fluent French, so growing up, it was the only language she and her brother were allowed to speak in their house.

“What did you say?” He asked laughing nervously. Charlotte who was sitting next to him laughed at her aunt’s comment. “What did she say?” He asked the young girl who simply shrugged.

“Vous ne parlez pas français?” She asked Harry. Then pointing at Charlotte, she said, “Vous parlez français, non?”

“Oui, je parle français.” Charlotte giggled.

”Charlotte peut parler français.”

Harry put his hands on his head. “Stop it! Stop! I don’t speak French! What are you saying?”

“I love football and I’d love to go with you,” Penelope said sweetly, ignoring Harry’s question. Charlotte still writhed around in a fit of laughter.

He sighed with relief, “Good. I’ll pick you up at 3 then.”

Penelope scrunched her face up. “You’re going to pick me up?”

“Yeah, why? Is that not how they do it in France?” He asked with a cheeky half smile.

She laughed sarcastically, “Never mind.”

“You should give me your number so I know where to find you,” Harry grinned taking his phone out of his pocket.

Penelope felt like she couldn’t stop smiling. Her whole body was tingly and her heart felt like it was being tickled with a feather. It was as if all of this was a dream that she was more than happy to be in. Harry took down her mobile number as she lifted Charlotte onto her lap, hugging her tightly because she felt like she needed to hold onto something before she floated away.

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Oh and if you didn't know/don't feel like translating it, Penelope said:
"I'm very, very sorry, but I don't like big, curly hair."

I didn't want her to be too mean haha