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Harry POV

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Lia's eyes widen.

Oh, God. I new I should have waited a little while to ask her.

Harry, you stupid, stupid man!

Is this going to ruin our friendship? Will she feel weird around me now?

What have I done?!?!?!?!

"Oh, sorry, I mean... Uh, you don't have to say yes," I stutter.

"I... I don't know what to say," she says, her eyes still wide with surprise. "I'm flattered."

"But...?" I ask, knowing there's a catch coming soon.

"No but," she replies. "I truly am flattered."

"Are you gonna say no?" I ask, sadly, knowing that's probably the case.

"No... I didn't say that," she says, smirking slightly.

"So...?" I ask, getting hopeful.

"Mr. Styles," she says in a fake posh accent.

"Yes, Ms. Stokes?" I reply, imitating her.

"I will be your girlfriend," she smiles. 

"Yes!" I exclaim, throwing my fist in the air.

She shakes her head and laughs at me.

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Kaia POV

"Louis, it's freaking cold out here!" I try to shout over the wind, though Louis is walking right beside me and holding my hand.

During our walk, it started getting really windy.

"I know!" he shouts back. "I'm trying to remember where I parked!"

"You don't remember?" I ask.

How could someone forget where they parked?

"I know it was in the parking lot somewhere!" he shouts. "I just don't remember where in the parking lot! I don't usually drive on my own!"

"Just keep clicking the lock button on your keys so you can hear it honk!" I exclaim. "That way we can follow the sound until we find it."

"Okay," he says, reaching into his pocket for his keys.

His hand searches for a few moments, until he scrunched his eyebrows and starts searching his back pocket as well.

"Louis...?" I ask, suspiciously. "Why do you look so flustered? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong," he says, desperately searching every pocket he can find. "I just..."

He finishes his sentence very quietly, and with all the wind I can't understand him.

"Sorry?" I ask, wanting him to repeat what he said.

"I just..." he says in a quiet tone, again.

"Louis I can't hear you!" I say a little louder than my talking voice.

"I CAN'T FIND THE KEYS!" he yells.

My eyes widen.

"What do you mean, 'you can't find the keys'?" I ask. "Didn't you put them in your pocket?"

"I guess not!" he admits.

"Then we'll just have to find the car ourselves," I say, glancing over to the, surprisingly large parking lot. "It shouldn't take that long."

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