Okay just like to thank my bestie Lizzie, she helped me with this chappy because I had writers block and btw, the proposal worked(; we're getting married! Anyways on to the chapter! Some Hizzie (Harry and Lizzie)! Enjoy!
"SHARE!" I screech diving at Niall for the nachos we had just gotten. I was starving and so was Niall so we got the family size nacho set which could feed about 10 people and still have left overs. Ye, we had almost JUST bought the nachos and they were already half way gone, and I haven't even touched them!
"NEVER!" He yells jumping out of the way, still stuffing his face with the nachos. I end up falls straight on my face, probably gettign a scratch or two on my face, ut at the moment I didn't really care. All I wanted was food.
"Oh my.... Penny are you okay!?" I hear Lizzie and Liam start freaking out in unison as I hit the floor, while Harry, Zayn, and Louis are laughing their little asses off!
"Give. Me. The. Nachos!" I growl standing up slowly and turning towards Niall. I watch as he freezes, mouth half full with nachos.
"Oh my god, you're bleeding, Pen! Here take the nachos just let me get you cleaned up, okay?" Niall's voice is so sincere and pure that I practically melt in his hands like puddy. Gurr, stupid perfect blue eyed boy. I hear a few awes come from the line of the group we are with. I look over and see Liam smirking, Harry smiling holding two thumbs up while standing right next to Lizzie who is holding up a heart with her hands, and Zayn and Louis are both wiggling there eyebrows at Niall.
I blush a deep red and turn back to Niall. "Uhm yeah sure," I respond quietly.
Niall quickly hands me the tray of nachos before going over to his backpack, which held all of our belongings we didn't want to get lost while we were here. He opens it and searches through some things before pulling out a few objects and walking over to me.
"Sit," He orders and I do so, placing the nachos on the spot on the bench next to me. He puts a napkin to my head and starts lightly patting it to stop the bleeding. I watch his face carefully as he consatrates on my wounds. He bits his lip as he studies my injuries. I watch as worryment and consernment flashes acrossed his cute face. His crystal blue eyes are so pure and sweet that I slowly get lost in the blue pools. I watch as he lifts a bandage to my head and places it to my cheek, where the cut was and then looks at me with a smile.
"It was nothing bad, just a small cut," He explains with a smile.
I nod, pursing my lips before standing up and walking over to Lizzie. "Thanks Niall," I mumble quietly.
"I WANNA RIDE THE FERRIS WHEEL!" Louis screams, breaking the awkward tension between me and Niall. Thank you, Lou.
"Well, come on then!" Liam says with his geniun sweet and warm smile.
With that Louis scoops me up in his arms and runs to the ferris wheel line. I burst out laughing as I bump up and down in his arms with each step.
Soon everyone is in line next to us, and I can't help notice that Lizzie and Harry are standing awfully close together. I purse my lips and look at them two. They would be quite a cute couple honestly, with their matching curls. But me and Harry would look better together.
Wait. What?! No I did not just say that. No.
I feel my cheeks blush redder than a rose and a quickly advert my eyes from Harry and Liz.
"You okay, Penny-Poo?" Harry asks. Sh*t! He saw that. I can feel my cheeks turn an impossibly redder shade of red and I quickly nod my head, hiding my face in Louis arm. Well, that's quite embarassing.
The ferris wheel runner soon leads me, Louis, into a pod. Then Liam and Niall, hahaha, how cute. Then Harry and Lizzie. I couldn't help but snarl a bit. Then Zayn and some fat dude, I bursted out laughing seeing his face as he was squished into the pod with him.
As the wheel starts turning I watch Lizzie and Harry's pod with narrowed eyes. I watch as Harry says something that makes Lizzie burst into hystarics, then makes her look down and blush. Then Harry does that yawn move and put his arm around her shoulder, which makes her lean into him, placing her head on his shoulder. Anger and something else boils inside of me.
"You okay, love, you're making quite a sour face," Louis asks, raising a confused eyebrow at me.
"Uhm, yeah, I'm fine," I respond quietly, running a hand through my hair, leaning back into the pod crossing my arms stubbornly.
Why was I getting this way? I mean Harry could like whoever he wanted! He obviously likes Lizzie, so be it, but why am I feeling all this anger. No this isn't anger, it's something more, something... different.
Jealousy? No. Hahaha I'm not jealous of Lizzie and Harry. Why would I be? It's not like I like Harry or anything. Or do I?