4. Confident Part 4
That was so weird, I thought to myself. I shook off the thought and went to sit back down with the others. When I got back I noticed that Niall had joined them and had 3 pizza boxes with him.
"Clara! Come here love. I want to introduce you too Niall!" Louis said as he stood up and walked me to Niall. "Niall, Clara, Clara, Niall." He said. Niall swallowed and looked at me.
"Nice to meet you Clara!" He said and hugged me tightly. We sat back down and we all started talking. Small things like things that happened to them during the tour and funny things that had happened. Everything was going really good. I was having a lot of fun, laughing and talking with everyone. I looked at Isabelle and noticed Liam getting closer to her slightly. She seemed to not notice as she talked to Niall. I smiled to myself and couldn't help myself and looked to see where Harry was. I couldn't see him so I turned back around.
"Harry!!" Louis said excitedly and jumped up. I was kind of surprised. I looked behind me where Louis was looking and saw Harry approaching us. He came inside the gazebo and Louis hugged him. "Where have you been, you twat?" Louis said. Harry chuckled. He seemed better now. He looked sick before.
"Around." He answered him.
"Well, you've been missing out on the fun." Louis said.
"I can see that." Harry said as he looked at Niall. He had a piece of paper in his hand he scrunched it up and threw it at Niall. "You promised me you would call me if you found the pizza, you liar. I knew I couldn't trust you with food." He said. Niall smiled cheekily at him and apologized.
"Anyways, this is Isabelle." He said as he pointed at Isabelle who smiled. She was sitting between Liam and Niall so she couldn't get up and shake his hand or anything. "And this is Clara." He said looking back at me. I was sitting next to Zayn and had an empty seat next to me. He leaned down and picked up my hand, kissing my knuckles lightly. My heart was kind of beating a slight bit faster. Was this a British thing? To kiss the back of ladies' hands?
"Harry." He introduced himself. As if no one in the world knew him. I smiled a little.
"Sit!" Louis pointed to the seat next to me.
"Do you mind?" He asked me politely.
"Not at all." I replied. He sat down next to me.
"Harry, do you remember when you were asleep on the tour bus so we drew a di-"
"Shut up." Harry cut Louis off. Niall stopped eating for a second and began laughing.
"I remember. You didn't even know!" Niall said and laughed for a while.
"Remember when we shaved a bit of your hair off?" Harry reminded Niall. Everyone began laughing. Including me. Everyone laughed, but Niall.
"Dick move." He said and continued eating. We all continued talking. Harry's arm grazed mine every now and then. His knee was touching mine the whole night. Then everyone began talking amongst themselves. Louis with Eleanor, Liam with Isabelle and Niall had moved so he was sitting next to Zayn, so they were talking together.
"I'm sorry about before." Harry said and I looked at him.
"Like I said it's fine." I replied with a reassuring smile. He smiled back, it kind of looked like a smirk.
"Can we go for a walk? I get bored of sitting down." He said.
"Sure." I replied nodding. I wasn't sure what to think about all this. He stood up and so did I.
"We're going for a walk." Harry announced and Louis nodded returning his attention to Eleanor. We began walking around the garden. "So Clara, do you live around here?" He asked. Typical guy question. I felt myself get some what bored, because I knew the up coming questions. How old are you? Have you dated before? Kissed before? Virgin? Full name? Profession? There really wasn't any need to talk to each other if you asked me. He was Harry Styles of One Direction, biggest boy band in the world, most successful person in the world and I was just Clara. I worked in a Law firm as a Human Resource manager and made $210,000 a year, which was still a lot but nothing compared to what he makes. As I opened my mouth to speak some guy bumped into me and spilled his drink down my chest. I gasped as I felt the ice cubes slide down.
"You idiot." Harry said harshly to the very drunken guy and put his hand on my back. "Come on. Let's clean you up." He said and walked me over to the kitchen inside. He pulled out paper towels from a cupboard and ripped some up. "Here." He offered. The ice was melting between my breasts. I bit down on my lip, trying to keep myself from laughing.
"T-turn around just for one second, please." I said. He looked at me a little confused. and turned his head and I quickly put my hand down and grabbed the ice cubes and put them on the bench. He turned back around and chuckled a little.
"Did you get them all out?" He asked. I took the paper towels from his hand and began pressing it down on the wet parts.
"I did." I giggled. The smell of alcohol was so strong it made me feel sick. There was two things I hated in this world. Smokes and alcohol. This place was full of it. And now it was all over me. I scrunched up my face as I looked down.
"Do you feel sick?" Harry asked putting his hand on my arm. I wanted to say yes.
"No, I'm okay." I replied.