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Ella's POV
I nervously tugged at the string of my bikini, which was peeking out from under my blue and white striped top, as I waited for Melanie and Meike to finish getting ready.
"You guys do realize that we're going to a pool party? The second your head hits the water your going to regret putting on that mascara." I snapped.
I sounded way harsher than I had meant, but I couldn't help it. I was so nervous about seeing Harry and Liam today. I wasn't sure what was going to happen.
"Oh shush. Just because you don't have to do anything to look perfect doesn't mean we're as blessed." Melanie said, ignoring my snappiness because she knew how apprehensive I was about going.
I rolled my eyes at her comment. She was just as pretty as me, but she always felt the need to have her makeup perfectly done. I, on the other hand, didn't care. I do usually wear makeup, but a lot less during the summer. Today I had slid a plain clear gloss across my lips and that was it.
"Okay we're ready now!" Meike said after ten more minutes.
"Finally!" I grumbled as I grabbed my bag and we headed out of our room to the rec room where we had agreed to meet Jess and the others.
The rec room was super cool. There were a bunch of computers, TVs, Wiis, x-boxes, playstations, and even those cool old fashioned pinball machines. Now, it was deserted, but Jess had told me that during the school year it was crowded with people.
As if on cue, Jess and the other girls bounced into the room. Together, our group of eight somehow managed to cram ourselves into my car and we headed off to the boys'.
We arrived a little late so we entered through the gate into the backyard. Almost immediately Niall, Zayn, and Louis appeared beside us.
"Hi Ella!" Niall said in his loud Irish voice, enveloping me in a hug.
I hugged him back tightly. Niall reminded me a lot of Peyton. The hug broke apart and we turned to the group of girls huddled behind me.
"These must be your lovely friends!" Niall said, giving them a friendly smile.
I nodded. "This is Jess, Skylar, Ariana, Lily, and Morghan!" I pointed to each of them in turn.
"Hello ladies! It's great to meet you. I'm Niall." he said, somewhat sarcastically at the end. These girls obviously knew who he was, their starstruck expressions said enough.
Skylar flipped her shiny black hair over her shoulder. "Nice to meet you, Niall." she said with a flirty grin.
Niall and the girls immediately fell into an easy going conversation. I slid over to Melanie and Meike where they were standing with Louis and Zayn.
Louis gasped. "Oh my god!" he shouted, looking outraged.
We stared at him, confused. He pointed at me, not saying a word. I looked down at myself, and realized what he was gasping about. We were wearing almost identical outfits. We both had on red shorts, a blue and white striped short sleeve top, and navy Toms.
"Uh oh." Zayn said, realizing also. "You just stole three of Louis' trademarks in the same outfit. And you just might rock them better!"
I laughed while Louis continued to look shocked and outraged, but with a teasing light to his eyes.
"There's a few things I'm going to need to discuss with this little girl." Lou said, taking me by the arm and dragging me across the yard. I followed him without question, sensing my fashion choices wasn't the only thing he was planning on discussing.
"Alright first off, stripes, red pants, and TOMS are my signatures. Second, remember when I asked you to text me?" I nodded. "Well I had a very important reason. I was going to warn you that Harry might do something really stupid."
" Why would he..." I started but he cut me off.
"Listen, Harry really likes you. I've never seen him fall so quickly in the time I've know him and honestly, I don't think he ever has."
"But why didn't he..." I started but was cut off again.
"He was scared." he said simply.
"Why would he be scared?" I asked. "Am I intimidating?"
"Not in a bad way." he answered honestly. "You intimidate him in the way that he likes you a lot and you have the power to really hurt him."
"But I'm not going to hurt him! I like him a lot!"
"More than Liam?"
"Yes! No! I don't know! I need to figure that out today. I feel bad for stringing both of them along. I really wish Harry would have told me this himself though."
"Well, he might. I just wanted to give you a heads up before hand. Go talk to him." Louis said gently.
"Alright." I sighed. "I'll go find him."
"Go find who?" a deep voice said as two soft hands appeared on my arms.
"You." I said with a smile, turning around and giving him a hug. I don't know why I was so nervous, all of my nerves evaporated when I saw him. He hugged me back tightly. I inhaled the delicious scent that was Harry Styles.
"So how are you, beautiful?" Harry asked five minutes later. We were sprawled out across the soft grass, getting our tan on.
"I'm doing wonderfully. How about you?"
"I'm doing alright…" he said slowly.
"Just alright? That doesn't sound like a very happy Harry."
He laughed, but didn't say anything.
"You can tell me if something's wrong you know." I put a reassuring hand on his arm.
"I know, it's just…" he blew out a gust of air, rolling over so he was leaning on his elbow, facing down at me.
"Can I ask you something serious?" he asked, running a nervous hand through his curly locks.
"Of course." I said, trying to sound calm.
"Are you and Liam officially dating?"
The question brought me up short. I bit my lip, thinking.
Were we? Well I mean, we went on a date, a date that Harry crashed, but it was a date. It didn't mean we were dating thought. I had been on so many dates back at home, and most of them were one time things. Liam never officially asked me out, so I guess that meant we weren't. But what if he was planning on it? Then we would be, if I said yes, of course. Would I say yes?
I shook my head slowly. "I don't think so."
Harry's face instantly lost the tightness I hadn't noticed he had. A bright smile lit up his face, his deep dimples making an appearance.
"Okay." He said simply, laying back down on the grass.
"Okay? What's that supposed to mean."
"Just okay." He said, a teasing edge to his voice.
"Well, you asked me a question, now I get to ask you a question."
"Oh do you?"
"Yes, it's only fair."
"Okay, well shoot."
"Why did you ask?"
"Uhmmm." He trailed off.
"Uhmmm?"
"I just, I was…er… curious. I just wanted to know." He spluttered.
"Oh please, Harry Styles, I know that isn't true. If it were, you would have asked Liam."
"Me and Liam aren't really talking…" he said quickly, then slapped himself on the forehead. I assumed he didn't want me to know that bit of information.
"What? Why!" I gasped, flabbergasted. The boys I had met at Milkshake City had seemed like they had an unbreakable bond.
"We had a, uh, disagreement." He said shiftily.
"About?" I pushed.
He remained silent, staring up at the clouds.
"Harry Styles!" I sat up so I was looking down at him.
"You don't want to know." He said, pleading me with his eyes not to make him say it.
I could only guess what the fight was about. My stomach clenched. I felt terrible. I needed to hear him say it though.
"Harry, please." I pleaded, lowering my head so it was inches from his.
"You." He whispered, not meeting my eyes.
Oh my god. I can't believe I had caused boys who were practically brothers to stop talking. I had created a fight. This was big. I hate fights. I always have. I try to solve them and I never start them unless it's something really serious. Now I was the cause. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Harry was looking up at me now. "What's wrong?" he asked in a voice full of concern.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly.
"Don't be, it isn't your fault."
"Yeah it is! I don't want to start problems. Maybe I should leave…" I started getting up and walking over to the gate.
"No!" he said firmly, scrambling up after me.
There were other people around and some turned to look at us.
"I don't want you to leave."
"Well, I guess I'll stay."
"Good!" Harry said with a smile. He wrapped his arm around my waist and before I could respond, yanked me into the cool blue waters with a smack.
Two hours later Harry and I were laying out in the grass again, letting the sun dry our soaking bodies off. Suddenly a figure appeared above my head.
"Hey." Liam's voice said shyly.
"Hi Liam." I smiled up at him.
"You wanna play a game? A bunch of people are gonna play spin the bottle." He winked.
"Isn't that a little middle school?" I teased.
"No!" he defended, chuckling.
"Sure," I laughed. "Only, one exception."
"What's that?"
"We have to play my way." I said with a wicked smile.
"Oooh, and what does that entitle?"
"You'll see…" I said in a sing song voice, jumping up.
"Coming?" I asked, turning to Harry.
"I guess." He said, standing up and following behind me and Liam.
"Okay!" I started out when we had all settled in a room, the lights turned off and curtains shut, hardly any light penetrating into the room. "setting the mood" Louis had said. It was all the boys, Melanie, Meike, Jess, Skylar, Ariana, Lily, Morghan, and a few other boys and girls who were friends with the boys but I didn't know their names yet. "So, Liam said I could change things just a bit."
"But I wanted to play spin the bottle!" Zayn protested, with a meaningful glance at Melanie, which she unfortunately didn't see.
"We're still playing that! Just the rules are different. You spin the bottle like normal and whoever it lands on has to kiss. BUT, you can't touch them with anything but your mouth and face obviously. Like you can't touch them with your hands, and you have to go as long as you can without touching them. Doesn't sound that difficult, but trust me, it is."
Melanie nodded at this point; having played it at bunches of times at parties back home.
"Then you ever touches the other person first, loses. The winner either gets to make the loser do whatever they want. Technically, the game's called Too Hot, cause once things get too hot, you lose." I finished.
"Sounds interesting." Niall laughed. I couldn't help but noticing the glances he kept throwing at Jess.
Louis raised his hand. "Miss Love?"
"Yes Mr. Tomlinson?"
"What if they both touch at the same time?"
"Redo."
"Okay, let's start!" he said, spinning the bottle. It landed in front of a girl I didn't know the name of.
"Okay, kiss, but DON'T TOUCH!" I instructed.
They obeyed, touching only their mouths together in the beginning, awkwardly leaning their bodies away from each other. After about thirty seconds Louis lost, reaching his hand up to her arm.
"LOSER!" the girl shouted at Louis, smiling victoriously. "You have to…." She tapped her chin. "Not wear stripes for a week!"
He gasped. "You little…"
She stuck her tongue out at him and sat back in the circle.
"My turn!" Ariana said eagerly, her red curls bounced up and down as she reached for the bottle in the center of our circle and spun it.
The bottle spun and spun and finally slowed. It landed firmly in front of Harry.
Ariana giggled and spun a curl around her finger. Harry looked at me, I kept my face as emotionless as possible, before leaning in towards Ariana. The second their lips touched jealousy flared up inside me, stronger than any other time I'd ever felt it. I kept my fists clutched tightly as the seconds ticked by. About two minutes had passed and I couldn't take it anymore.
"I have to go to the bathroom." I announced loudly, storming out of the room.
Harry's POV
With my lips still firmly locked on Ariana's, I heard Ella proclaim that she was going to the bathroom, then her loud footsteps across the floor before the slamming of a door.
Mission, accomplished. The only reason I had stayed kissing her so long was an small attempt to make Ella jealous. I reached a hand up and purposefully touched Ariana's shoulder. We broke apart.
"I win!" she exclaimed, with a satisfactory smile. "You have to… straighten your hair, and put a picture of it on Twitter!"
"Oh god!" I groaned while everyone else cheered.
"My turn." Melanie sang, reaching for the bottle.
"I'll be right back." I said while the bottle spun, slipping out of the room.
I found Ella at the end of the hall, leaning against a wall with her eyes shut tight. She looked so beautiful and fragile. She was my definition of perfection.
"Ella, are you okay?" I asked when I reached her.
"Yes." She said quickly, not looking at me.
"Liar." I teased gently.
"I'm just really confused right now." She confessed.
"Well, you know how some people feel fireworks when they kiss someone?"
She nodded.
"Did you feel them with Liam?" I bit my lip, scared of her answer.
"I don't know…" she murmured.
"Well maybe you should compare the way you felt when you kissed him, to the way you feel when you kissed me."
"But I haven't kissed you…" she said, perplexed, before realization dawned in her eyes.
Without saying a word, she leaned into me quickly, pressing her lips to mine.
I could say with a hundred percent certainty, that if Ella was feeling the same bliss I was, she wouldn't be confused anymore.