Oh, England

 A/N: Hi everyone!!! This is my first ever fanfic, and I hope you like it :) Thanks heaps for reading xx

“OK, I got one. Spotted dick, real or not?” I asked my best friend Quinn, as we stood in the aisle of a supermarket.

 “Of course not. That’s such an obvious one. Not even England would call something spotted dick. Well, not a food anyway. That might be the name of a disease…” she replied, looking contemplative.

 “Wrong!” I exclaimed triumphantly, earning a dirty look from an old lady who was filling her trolley with toilet paper. “That’s me sixteen, you nine.”

 “Let me see that!” Quinn grabbed the can from me, laughing, and squinted at it. “I can’t believe it. Now I’m seven points behind. What kind of food is it, anyway?” I took the can back and inspected the label.

 “It looks like a-“ I was cut off by a deep voice behind me.

 “It's a, uh... fruity raisiny pudding thing."  I turned to face the person, only to discover a curly brown haired, green eyed boy, with a cheeky smile that made me like him immediately.

 "Sorry?" I asked.

 "Spotted dick, It's like a fruit pudding thing," he repeated.                                          

 "Ha! Four more points and I win.” I laughed at Quinn, playfully mimicking her earlier words in a high-pitched voice. “ Of course that’s not a real food. You’re so obvious.”

 The boy stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking quite confused. I giggled when I saw his expression.

 “We’re playing a game, where we have to either find a food with a funny name, or make one up, and the other person has to guess whether it’s real or not. I’m winning, sixteen to nine.” I explained, and his frown vanished.

 “OK, I have one. Toad in the hole, real or fake?” He asked, a dimpled smile on his face.

 “Fake.” Quinn answered immediately.

 “Real,” he replied.

 “Oh”

 I laughed again, and stuck out my hand for him to shake.

 “Hi, I’m Arianna, and this gorgeous girl is my bestest friend Quinn.” I smiled. I’m starting to like this guy.

 “Harry. By the way, you’re both beautiful,” He grinned his dimpled grin again. A heat rose to my cheeks, but Quinn just played it cool. She gets that a lot.

 Suddenly, a squeal from behind us made me jump into a shelf. I rubbed my shoulder, feeling a bruise coming on.

 “Harry? HARRY FRICKING STYLES?!?!?!?!?!” The girl squealed, rushing towards him and hugging him tightly. Quinn and I turned to each other, her confused face mirroring my own expression.

 “Harry Styles, as in world famous boy band One Direction Harry styles?” I asked.

Harry just smiled, but the girl looked surprised.

 “Why are you talking to him if you don’t know who he is?” She asked, somewhat rudely.

 “Uhhh… I just met him,” I replied slowly, a little shocked at her attitude. She gave me a once over, then turned her attention back to Harry, and started talking.

 “Well.” Quinn stated, leaving the word hanging in the air. “That was a surprise.”

 I laughed at her words. It was actually so true. We just met a world famous singer in a grocery store. The more I thought about it, the funnier it seemed. Soon both of us were laughing hysterically. I clutched my sides and gasped for air, feeling like I had just done a hundred sit-ups. I gradually began to calm down, but as soon as I glanced at Harry talking to the fan, I would lose it again. Slowly, my laughter petered out. I wiped the tears from my eyes. I suddenly became aware of Harry looking at us, bemused at our position on the floor. Stretching out his hand, he helped me and Quinn up.

 “Sorry,” I chuckled. “I think the jetlag is making everything seem funnier than it should be.”

 “Oh, yeah, I meant to ask about where you were from. Wait.... let me guess. Ummmm…. Africa.” He looked at us, a small smile playing on his face. I rolled my eyes.

 “No, Idiot, we just got here from Australia.” Quinn answered.

 “Oh, wow, when did you arrive?”

 “Yesterday.” I explained. “We’re here for uni. I’m here on a soccer scholarship, and Quinn came to keep me company.” I grinned gratefully at her. I know the University is expensive, and it took a lot of convincing for her parents to let her come.

 “Wow, you must be good at football. You would get along well with my friend Lou.” He said, looking impressed.

 “Yeah, well you should see Quinn dance. Get her autograph now, ‘cause she’s gonna be a really famous Prima ballerina one day.” I said, not exaggerating in the least. Quinn really was amazing.

 I glanced down at my iPhone, checking the time.

 “Poo! Quinn, we’ve got to go soon.”

 Harry burst out laughing.

 “Poo? Is that a new swear word?” Quinn and I laughed. I hated swearing, and always used other words. Quinn was so used to it that she never even noticed it anymore, but hearing someone else point it out was funny.

 “Yep. That’s an Arianna approved swear word.”

 “Why do you have to go so suddenly, anyway?” he asked, pouting playfully.

 “Me and Ari have to find an apartment really soon. Last night we slept in the airport, and I don’t want to do that again.” Quinn explained.

 Harry looked confused. “But doesn’t the University have boarding houses, or give you somewhere to stay, seeing as you’re on a scholarship?”

 “No, tuition is paid for, but that’s it. We did have arrangements to stay with a family friend, but it fell through.”

 “Hey, why don’t you stay at my place until you find an apartment? It’s only me and my friend Lou, and the apartment it pretty big.”

 “Ummm….” I looked at Quinn. Now was the time for some best friend telepathy. We had only just met him, but he was Harry Styles, not some murderer, and we needed a place to stay.

 “Come on, I can’t leave two damsels in distress.” He pleaded. “It’ll be tons of fun.”

 “OK,” I relented, “but only for a few days, until we find ourselves a place.”

 “This is going to be so much fun!” He smirked.

 Oh goodie. 

A/N  Thanks again for reading :) The next chapter should be up quite soon. If you enjoyed, please comment :) Quinn is the blonde girl >>>>>