The Bucket List Love Story

Chapter 26

~Fiona's POV~

"Would ou maybe like to come on tour with us and maybe go on a date with me?" Harry's words were rushed, as if he was nervous.

Well, he was actually talking like a normal person, but for Harry, that was fast.

"I would love to, Harry! um, come on the tour and go on a date with you." I told him awkwardly.

"YES!" He picked me up and spun me around.

I giggled, and asked him when.

"How about tomorrow night, after the show?"

"Sounds good!" My curls bounced into my face. I sighed.

"What's the matter, love?" He asked me, concern obvious in his voice.

"Nothing." I laughed. "I'm just annoyed at my hair.

"I love your hair! It's very curly." He said, obviously proud of his comparison.

"Really? I hadn't noticed." I told him sarcastically.

"Oh... Well, it's actually quite curly. Even curlier than mine." He told me, not getting the sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes. "You have curly hair, Harold? I had NO IDEA."

He looked like a confused puppy. "Really? A lot of people talk about.,, you know... My curly hair. You know, Harry's curls?"

"Mmm... No, I don't see it. Never saw the dimple either."

He looked even more confused now. "But... But.."

Everyone was staring at him now.

He was adorable. This little cupcake, not getting my totally obvious sarcasm.

"Um... Haz?" Louis finally decided to let him in.

"Yes, BooBear?"

"You don't actually have curly hair. Or dimples. No one has ever said anything about your hair. I have no idea what your talking about."

Or not.

His eyebrows grew together. "But... But... But..."

Just then, Liam came back with food.

"Hey guys! I got the food!"

"YES! FOOD!" Niall shouted enthusiastically.

Harry just sat there, looking confused as ever.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Liam asked him.

"Liam..." Harry began. "Do I have curly hair?"

Liam looked around confusedly at the table. Louis was shaking his head vigorously, and Zayn just shrugged. I shook my head discreetly, and everyone else did as well.

"Nope!" He said popping the p. "Why?"

"What?" Harry looked like a little puppy.

No one could hold it anymore. We all burst out laughing.

"What? Why is everybody laughing? I don't get it? WHAT'S GOING ON?" He shouted, when we kept laughing.

"Haz..." I began, before bursting into hopeless giggles again.

"Ok... You do have curly hair. And dimples. We were just messing with you."

He looked so sad. "Why would you guys do that?" He looked to Louis for reassurance. "Boo?"

"No.. We.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Louis responded.

Harry scowled. I pinched his cheeks.

"Aww.. Don't look sad, Harry! We still love you." I told him.