One Shot # 4 ~ For Alltimelowlover4

# 4 ~ For Alltimelowlover4
“Devin! Hurry up! You’re just as bad as Liam and he has no hair!” One of my best friends, Niall Horan shouted, banging on the bathroom door.
“Really? Can’t someone be a girl for five seconds?” I tease back.
“Leave her alone.” My other best friend, Harry laughed.
“Thanks Haz!” I cry.  The other members of the amazing band dubbed, One Direction, were sitting somewhere in the living room watching T.V. They all thought I was doing my make-up, but they’re going to be surprised. I look in the mirror and grin. My reddish-brown hair now looked even more awesome, with pink bangs. The downer side was that my hands were now pink. I wipe the bathroom counter down from excess dye or water then head towards the living room quietly.
“Hi-ya.” I laugh, sitting on the floor by Louis. Harry dropped down to the right side of me and gasped, “Your hair! Woah!” Zayn, Niall, Louis and Liam swarmed me quickly.
“WE AREN’T THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DYE THEIR HAIR ANYMORE!” I heard Zayn yell to Niall.
“Guys! I need to breathe, please.” Harry chuckled when I said that. Liam backed away saying, “It looks awesome, Devin.” I replied to that by keeping my face straight and looking him in the eyes saying, “I am awesome.” We stared each other down until I started laughing. Louis sat gaping at me.
“Hey, Lou.” I mumble.
“Your. Hair. Rocks!” He shouted loudly. I laugh and show him my hands. He started laughing loud and high-fived me. A random cry from the kitchen silenced us all. Harry’s stunning green eyes met my brown ones and he mouthed, “Let’s get out of here.” I nodded and we silently stood up and exited the boys’ flat.
As we headed down a flight of stairs, the question that had been bugging me, left my mouth, “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, your fans get really vicious.”
‘And I don’t look the best.’ I thought, taking a quick glance at my over-sized tye-dyed shirt and gym shorts. My gaze flicked over to my favorite curly haired friend, who looked much better than me, though we were dressed similarly. He was in gray sweatpants and a Jack Wills hoodie. But, no matter what, Harold Edward Styles always looks better than me, Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam.
“Ay, Devin!” Harry sung. I jerk my gaze up to his and he cheekily grinned, “Enjoy what you see?”  His dimples making him look thousands of times cuter.
“I’ve seen better.” I teased nonchalantly.  Harry fake pouted and then retorted, “This is a fine idea. We’re just trying to get away from a starving Nialler. It’s either deal with a starving Niall or fans.”
“Definitely fans.” I say. Harry laughed, holding the door open for me to exit the building.
“Thank you, kind sir.” I tease in a fancy British accent.
“I’m insulted, dude.” Harry teased back in an American accent.
“That failed, Styles!” I laugh loudly. Harry rolled his green eyes and grabbed my hand saying, “Come on, Devin! Let’s get kicked out of some store!” My cheeks went red as random people stared. Normally they just stare at Harry, but today, I was the target.
“Haz, where are we going?” I ask.
“To the stars!” He yelled loudly, causing more people to turn and stare.
“Want to go to McDonalds?” I suggested weakly.
“Yes!” Harry cheered, dragging me to the golden arches.
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We were now sitting at a booth near the back of the store, Harry eating some sandwich, I drinking a chocolate milkshake.
“Be prepared for dating rumors,” I whisper to him, seeing someone out of the corner of my eye, snap some pictures of us on his Iphone. Harry’s cheeks turned red, and I continued drinking my milkshake.
“They don’t have to be rumors, you know.” Harry finally said. I started choking on my milkshake.
“What?” I almost yell to the curly haired boy.
“I mean, I really like you and, if you like me, maybe we can make the rumors true.” He mumbled, looking down. My cheeks went red as I looked down, muttering, “ I like you too.”  Harry looked up beaming, “Really! Then Devin, wanna be my girlfriend?” His smile was contagious, so my smile answered his question.
“This can be our first date!” I mini-cheer. Harry bit his lip nervously and leaned forward.
“In that case,” He whispered. I leaned forward too, and he captured my lips with his. My eyes fluttered closed and he pulled away after a few seconds.
“I always kiss on the first date.” He finished, a soft smile playing over his face, his dimples killing me. I giggle softly, Harry leaning over the table to grab my right hand and interlace our fingers.