Izallouis’ view:
“I had a great time tonight.” I smiled.
“Me too. I'm just glad you even asked to hang out.” Harry looked at his feet.
“Why would you say that??” I asked him. We were walking home after a long, and when I say long I mean four or five hour, date type thing.
“Well I thought I creeped you out last night.” He admitted.
“You did.” I said. He shot me a worried look. “But I assumed it compensated for me poking your dimple.” I laughed and he lightened up.
“Hey I thought it was kind of cute.” He said softly.
“So what do you want to do now??” I asked him. This entire day has been something pretty out there. First I text him hey, then it ended up with us right here sitting by a fountain in the park when the stars are peaking and we have nothing better to do but kiss but neither of us actually do it.
“Since it's around five we could do dinner since we did lunch.” He chuckled and I saw a dimple so I again poked it. He has gotten used to it now and I think he likes it.
“Two dates in one day. Isn’t that a bit much??” I laughed seeing the humour but he paused.
“Is this a date??” He asked sounding almost worried.
“Well I mean it has date potential but it doesn’t have to be.” I smiled a little bit. I wasn’t ready to really date anyone. I needed to be focused on my fame and not my boyfriend’s fame influencing mine. It seemed logical to just stay clear of guys for the time being but Harry has been so nice and I mean he is definitely someone I could look at a lot.
“Let’s just call it friends hanging out right now. I wouldn’t want anyone to think this is something it's not.” He sounded like he was talking about someone specific.
“That’s perfectly fine with me.” I smiled a genuine smile. I wanted him to know the rejection wasn’t too hurtful.
“So what do ya say, round two dinner??” He asked standing up and offering me his hand. I grabbed it and wrapped around his arm.
“Why not??” I giggled. We walked to a tiny shack diner and took our own seats.
“So what dance styles can you do??” He asked taking a sip of his water that was set down.
“Anything really. I mean I have been learning for years.” I said looking over the menu.
“And you learned because of JC??” He asked.
“Yeah, he enrolled me in every class and gave me as many lessons as he could because he saw my talent.” I smiled at the menu.
“Do you even like dancing??” He set his menu down and I looked up to give him a dumbfounded look.
“How could you ask that??” I asked incredulously.
“Well sometimes people push you into doing something and you don’t even like it but you do it because you are good and they won't let you stop.” He shrugged.
“Sounds like you have experience.” I was basically asking him to tell me how.
“Ok so when I was younger my mum made me try out for football.”
“Like tackle??” I asked.
“No silly. Football over in Europe is equivalent to soccer here. It's just my British ways coming to peak again.” He smirked. He talked weird but he was British so every little slip up was excused.
“Ok.” I said so he could continue.
“My mum pushed me and pushed me to become this football prodigy. I tried for her and I actually got very good.”
“But you didn’t like it.” I stated.
“I hated it." He laughed. "I am still very good but I don’t like to play it as a competitive sport. I dabble around for fun but any other time I decline.” He drank his water.
“Well I'm very good at soccer but I never played.” I continued on the conversation.
“Well maybe sometime Zayn, you, and I could see who’s better.” He winked giving me a weird feeling.
“I would be, hands down.” I said and took a drink of my water.
“You say hands down too??” He asked seeming to be shocked at my phrase choice.
“Yeah.” I said quiet again.
“So you have hung out with Zayn??” Harry grunted seeming displeased.
“Yeah, we ran into each other at the dance studio and we started talking.” Wait why would he care?? “Why?? Are you jealous??” I teased. But I stopped when he did turn a bit rosy.
“No, I just know someone who will be.” He said it under his breath and I didn’t want to further this conversation so I stopped it.
“So what are you ordering??” I asked still looking at the menu.
“Probably steak. You can get anything you want. I'm paying.” He smiled cheekily again and then looked at his menu, though; I could see him sneaking glances at me over the top of his menu. I sighed and decided on a salad. Not because I'm fat but because it would be easier to lose when I worked out. The waitress took our orders and flirted with Harry a lot when she could.
“Do you ever get tired of that??” I asked.
“Of what??” He looked around the table then at me.
“Of girls hanging on you?? Like you're with me, now I know we aren’t together, together but if we were she would be flirting with you.” I said hushed so no one would hear.
“Well we could give her a show on our way out.” He said mischievously.
“I have the perfect idea.” I was going to play into this like putty.
“Let’s eat then I should probably get home. Some of the guys know I'm out and they are already going to give me the twenty questions.” He laughed. As if on cue our food was set down and our waitress winked at Harry.
“Eh hem.” I cleared my throat to gain her attention. She looked at me and I waved. She rolled her eyes and left. We ate and laughed. Harry was the second major famous person I would consider hanging around. I mean Justin happened on accident and then Selena came as a packaged deal but I wouldn’t really hang out with her like I have Justin or Harry. I'm just glad I have friends everywhere that are starting to make themselves known.
“I think it's late enough.” I looked at my phone and realized the time had shifted some hours to make the time 10.00 P.M.
“Yeah.” I stood up and immediately wrapped on his arm. He gave me a look and I winked and nodded in the direction of the waitress staring at us. She looked beyond pissed and ready to flip.
“Let’s go babe.” He said low but loud enough for her to hear. We heard her make a snooty sound and go in the back. Harry paid and I held his hand just to keep the act up in case she was looking. Once we were outside we solemnly regretted holding hands. The paps found us and were everywhere. It didn’t help that neither of us drove so we were stuck walking in this mess. Harry pulled me closer to him because they were inches away from us. He was sheltering me from the flashing lights and the million questions about us dating. “Stay hidden.” He whispered right in my ear. I couldn’t think about if that was more for me or for him but I did what I was told. Soon we lost a great amount of them and started to run to lose the rest. After a few blocks Harry was shot for breath and I was still trying to get him to run. “Izallouis we lost them.” He said still out of breath.
“Ok.” I said holding him up a tad. “Pop star needs to work out more.” I giggled.
“I'm on vacation. I don’t do much.” He defended.
“So I think it's this way to the house.” I said.
“No, it's this way.” He pointed in the utter most opposite direction.
“Of course you do. I'm going this way.” I started walking towards the way I wanted to go.
“Not without me.” He caught up.
“Depending on how late it is when we get home I mean you could just stay with me.” I offered.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind as long as Timberlake doesn’t want to, you know, chop of my nuts.” He chuckled.
“You will be fine. Justin is starting tour and Jessica is gone.” I smiled.
“So it would be just us??” He winked.
“Slow down. You would be in the guest room.” I playfully pushed him. Justin and I do this kind of thing but we know it's just friends. Harry and I doing this means something a bit more. Do I like him?? I said no guys until fame and now bam! I'm hit and sunk in one shot. Harry is charming and very, very hot. He is not much older than me as where everyone else could be a young parent to me. Harry is 18 and I'm 15. The three year difference only seems bad because I'm not legal but in a week and two days no one will think anything of it. Zayn is 19 and that just seems awful when you compare us even when I turn 16. Anyone over 19 I just wouldn’t go for, that is one reason Justin is completely off the table. I just can't bring myself to fall for someone older, or famous. Sorry, Harry I guess we must stay friends.
“Well we made it. I guess you knew the right way after all.” Harry laughed standing in front of the large black gate. I punched in the code.
“Screw you.” I scoffed. We walked up the path and at the door we stopped.
“Do you want me to stay??” He asked uncertain.
“It's up to you. Do you want the twenty questions now or later??” I laughed and unlocked the door. When I walked in I left the door open as an invitation. I looked back to see Harry closing the door and following behind me.
“I can't stay late tomorrow because the guys and I have work but I'm not passing up a night for a party.” He winked.
“I'm going to change into comfy clothes. Do you want some??” I asked going up the stairs.
“I would like that.” He said heading into the living room. I charged up stairs and flew into my closet to throw on a pair of pajama shorts and a tight tank top. It's the only thing I really brought here from home besides a few extra things. I went into Justin’s room and grabbed some sweats he would wear for rehearsal and a large tee shirt. I went down the stairs hot and threw the clothes at him. He was sitting on the couch and stood up when I entered.
“So since you're staying here what are we going to do??” I asked walking into the kitchen. Harry followed me holding the clothes. He was on the side of the island that had the fridge and stove, whilst I was on the side with the sink and dishwasher. He took off his tight shirt and then started to put the loose one on. I gawked at his body that had tattoos littered around and took notice of the swallows. As I zoned out on his body I didn’t notice he was fully changing in my kitchen until he took his belt out of every loop.
“Like what you see??” He asked as he unzipped his jeans.
“Erm… Uh…” I gurgled.
“Izallouis.” He said harsh.
“Yeah.” I fully snapped out of it.
“Are you going to watch me??” He raised a brow.
“Are you going to change in my kitchen??” I shot back smart.
“Yeah.” He said biting his lip and ripping off his jeans. I ran to the sliding glass doors and ripped the curtains closed, but not before I saw a nice glimpse of his reflection in the glass.
“Paps could see you! Are you stupid??” I yelled not mad but not too lenient either.
“Look, it's not like they haven’t seen it before.” He joked.
“Yeah but in my house.” I lead him to my direction of thinking.
“Well when you put it that way.” He walked up to me and picked me up. He gently set me on the counter top. I was now in the position Justin was in when we kissed and Harry was in mine. This was going to end heated.
“Harry.” I whispered.
“Just try.” He whispered on my lips. Even when I was on the counter he was still taller than me. It was sad but I never let my height be a liability.
“I'm too young.” I whispered and put my hands on his chest. I felt the tones on his pecks and I could feel my elbows cave in.
“Just try.” He whispered before I felt his lips to mine. The kiss lasted three pecks and then I realized it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Harry.” I said pushing him away. He took two steps back and looked at me.
“I'm taking that as a no.”
“Yes.” I said.
“Yes??” He asked.
“No. It's a no.” I said feeling the pressure.
“I'm glad you tried.” He did look hurt though.
“I'm sorry. I just, dating isn’t; I can't date right now. Not when I'm trying to be famous.” I stuttered out.
“I get it. It's fine. I was the same way when I started out. We all were actually.” He was completely fine with it.
“I need friends right now. Maybe some other time we could talk about it but right now –”
“I get it. Look I do like you. I'm not denying that but I know some other people have taken a liking to you and would get disappointed to hear you kissed Justin Bieber and Harry Styles. It's a good idea to keep this on the down low.” What he said bugged me but I didn’t want to talk about it any further.
“Ok.” Was all I wanted to say.
“Let’s watch a movie.” Harry said bright.
“Perfect.” I smiled. We walked back into the living room and I settled on the couch.
“What do you want to watch??” Harry asked looking at the DVDs on display.
“Something action.” I replied. He picked a movie and opened the player. He eyed something then held up a shiny disk. “What's that??”
“This Is Us, the movie about One Direction, my band members and I.” Harry raised a brow looking at me.
“Look, it was Mary. She picked the movie.” I put my hands up in defense.
“Sure. That’s it.” He mocked.
“Hey!” I shouted and threw a pillow at him.
“Did you like it??” He asked sitting on the couch. We were in a cuddly position but after what just happened it wasn’t awkward.
“Yeah, it's nice to know you guys aren’t arrogant jerks.” I said harshly.
“Yeah.” He smiled at me then looked at the screen. When the play menu popped up I saw what movie it was, Real Steel. Good choice in my opinion. We automatically got quiet and weren’t going to say a word until the movie was over. What we didn’t plan on was both of us falling asleep on the couch holding each other.

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