《The Chase (Harry Styles)》Chapter 17
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CHAPTER 17...
NIALLS POV
I had spent all afternoon trying to come up with the best date possible to win Angies heart. I finally came to the most amazing thing ever. I call it, a super date! Since I couldn't decide what exactly to do because I had sooo many great ideas, I made time for all of them.
Since Zayn said that Harry and I only had 4 hours on our dates, I planned it all very carefully.
I knocked on Angies door, and after a few minutes, she opened the door. She was wearing a floral skirt, a dusty pink tanktop, white sweater, hoop earings, and blue strappy sandels.
"You look...Beautiful." I stammered. God I sounded so stupid.
"Thank you!" She said blushing slightly.
"Ok, so we have a fun evening planned ahead." I spoke.
"Great!" She sounded excited.
"So we're off."
We walked out of the hotel where I had a white hummer limo waiting for us. I opened the door for her, and she stepped into the vechicle.
"This is amazing Niall." She said sweetly.
"It's nothing." I lied.
I let her cuddle up next to me, and we talked about her the entire way to our secert destination.
"Tell me something about you, that I don't already know." I said.
"I uhh I'm quite shy when I first meet people, but it doesn't take much to get me to open up."
This didn't come to me as much of a suprise.
"Keep going Angie. I could listen to you talk all night."
"I play hockey." She said calmly.
"You do not!" I said. I just couldn't imagine Angie getting sweating and playing such a rough sport."
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"Oh but I do! I play center forwad. Lead scorer, and team captin." She said proudly.
"You never fail to amuse me Angie." I said.
She blushed, and then continued. "Niall, I want to tell you something, that I don't tell a lot of people." She said.
"I became a little nervous, but then excited. "Go on..." I said softly.
"I had a twin brother." She said quitely.
My heart started racing. Why did she say "had"? Was he dead? How do I respond?
"What happened?" Was all I could think to say.
"Well first off, I should mention that I used to live in the United States until this happened."
I nodded my head, waiting for her to continue.
"We lived in a small little cottage in North Dakota. And uhh, on the morning of our 13 birthday, I woke up, and he was gone."
I didn't know how to respond. "Is he dead?" As soon as I said that, I realized it was awful to say.
"We don't know." She said softly.
I hated to see her like this. And it was almost like she could tell what I was thinking when she said "Hey, but lets not talk about that. I want to have tonight!" She said it so happily, I couldn't help but laugh.
For the rest of the car ride we had the music blasting, and were singing from the top of our lungs. I could tell she was having fun.
Then the car stopped. I could tell that we were there.
I jumped out of the limo, and opened her door. I then extended my hand, for her to hold onto.
As soon as I closed her door, the limo sped away, leaving Angie and I alone.
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"Niall what is?" She asked excitedly.
"This, my love, is a feild."
"Well no duhh captin obvious! I meant, why is there a ferris wheel, bumper cars, a slip n slide, an icecream truck, a pond with boats, a bouncy caste, and a restraunt?" She asked.
"Because I put them there." I said.
"Well what are we doing standing around? Lets go do something!" She yelled.
"Haha, ok. What first?" I asked.
"Lets start with the bumper cars." She said.
Angie then ditched her flip flops, and raced to the bumper cars.
We both got into different bumper cars and started driving around the track. Then out of no where, she slammed my car into the wall.
We had so much fun with the bumper cars!
Then she got out of her car and ran to the bouncy castle.
"Weeee!" She yelled, as she bounced up and down.
"Having fun?" I asked.
"Only the best date ever!!" She hollored back.
After 20 minutes on the bouncy castle, we walked over to the italien restraunt I had prepared.
We sat down at a table for two. "Angie, I hope you realize that there is not waitor..."
She laughed and then said "Well the food isn't going to get itself." Loooking at me like I was supposed to get the food.
"Right!" I said. I walked into the little kitched, and grabbed a single pasta dish, and a rose. "I was thinking we could eat this pasta like the do in Lady and the Tramp?"
She blushed majorly and then nodded.
When we were done eating I said "Icecream?"
"It's like you read my mind." And then she darted over to the icecream truck.
We both sat on a piknic table enjoying our popsicles. "Niall, I don't have a bathing suit for the slip n slide."
"I have an extra pair of basketball shorts, and a tanktop?" I offered.
"Sounds lovely."She said.
As soon as we were done our popsicles, she changed into my clothes. Then out of no where, it started pouring.
"Oh no!! It's ruined!!" I yelled.
"No Nialler, it just got a whole lot better." Then she smirked and ran and slid on the slip n slide. "I feel so free!" She yelled.
And the rest, is history. We had the most amazing night ever. And when we went back to the hotel (right on time) we were both completely soaked.
"I had a great time." She said.
"The pleasure is all mine." I said.
Then I walked out of her room, and fell fast asleep.
20 minutes into my sleep, Louis woke me up.
"So Nialler, how was it?" He asked.
I shot straight up out of bed and said "AMAZING!"
"How much did that cost you?" He said.
"You don't want to know." I said laughing.
"But I do!" He insisted.
"About 10,000 dollars." I said looking down, a little embarssed.
"She is a lucky girl." Was all he said.
Then he left, and I went back to sleep, a huge smile on my face.
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