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𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐯

Getting a phone call from Harry wasn't something out of the ordinary, what made it out of the ordinary was the fact that I knew he was heading to a football shoot and it was 10:45am.

"Hello? Harry why are you calling me?"

"Quilah thank fuck you answered!"

"What's up Haz?"

"Don't get mad but I'm in a rush and need a favour."

"Nope. I want to stay home and watch Love Island."

"Please Quilah, I just...."

"Just what Haz?"

"I just...needyoutopickupsomefoodformeandtheboysattheshootplease! Oh and I also need you to bring my boots cause I left them at your flat from Wednesday."

"WHAT?! Haz I can't possibly- fucks sake you did leave your boots here."

"Thanks so much Quilah, I'll send you my location love!"

Bastard hung up before I could say bye to him.

I saw his boots by my front door on the shoe rack next to my own football boots. I quickly see the location that Harry sent me and realised it was only a 10 minute walk from my flat building. I quickly jump in the shower and put on some sport shorts and an oversized United jersey that I bought at the store the other day. Grabbing my tote bag, I chuck the boots in and grab my wallet and keys before leaving and making my way to the bakery.

Entering my favourite bakery - Di'ak Sweetery I can already smell the freshly baked pastries and decided to grab some croissants, custard tarts, donuts and other small treats for Harry and the other sidemen members.

Harry wroetoshaw · Instagram

Mate you're a lifesaver! Thank you so much quilah, love.

You owe me another video now!!

Okay, ig i'll film with u again 🙄

You and I both know that deep down, you love filming with me.

I'll also get wayyy more views

SHE FINALLY ADMITS SHE IS USING ME

stfu before I walk back to my flat

sorryyyyy

i'm 5 mins away

Once I have all the pastries in a bag, I make my way out of the bakery and put in directions to the football pitch before trekking over. It takes me about 7 minutes to get to the pitch from the bakery but eventually I see the open gates and notice a bunch of cameramen.

I'm surprised that they're doing another football video, unless it for moresidemen.

As I'm walking through the gates I'm looking around and realise that I don't recognise anyone.

Fuck, am I at the wrong location.

All of a sudden I hear someone running before I recognise a voice shouting

"Watch out!"

Before I know it I'm on the floor and the pastries have gone everywhere, my clothes are covered in wet grass and my tote bag is totally ruined. I noticed a football on the floor to my right side and realised what's just happened. I sit up and look for my phone, checking myself to see if my face is red or if my makeup is ruined. Not before realising that my screen is smashed.

Suddenly I'm hearing running again but this time it's getting louder.

"Holy shit! I'm so so sorry, oh my goodness are you okay?!" I look up and see a brunette boy looking down at me with worry laced all over his face.

"I mean I'm okay, don't know about the pastries or my phone though."

"Fuck! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to hit you, well obviously not because I'm trying to kick it into the goal but I have really unpredictable ball skills so my shots go anywhere. That time I launched it and it hit the crossbar but it went flying over towards you. I'm so sorry oh my gosh."

I start laughing and the brunette boy tilts in head in confusion.

"Seriously it's fine, I'm not too stressed about it. I hate to be weird but do you know if Harry is here? He called me to bring his boots and some food but I think I'm at the wrong location because none of the either sidemen are here or their camera people so I am so sorry that this has happened. It's actually very embarrassing for me."

"YOU'RE HARRY'S FRIEND?!"

"Yes?"

"I'm dead, gosh I'm actually dead. I am so sorry, I really am. Please don't tell him I did this on purpose, holy shit, I'm so sorry."

I hear laughter and more footsteps coming towards my direction and as I look up, I notice it's Harry.

"Mate, you killed the poor woman. Who knew your shots were that horrendous." He keeps laughing until he reaches me and the brunette. Upon looking at me on the ground with grass everywhere and seeing the pastries all on the floor, his face scrunches up and it's pretty obvious that Harry is now really pissed off.

"ARTHUR WHAT THE HELL! YOU'VE WHACKED MY BEST MATE WITH YOUR TERRIBLE FOOTBALL SKILLS! Holy shit Quilah are you okay, I'm so sorry about Arthur. What the fuck man!"

"HARRY!"

"What? Are you okay, did he say something to you?"

"No I'm fine, just relax, obviously your mate wasn't doing it intentionally. It's no big deal I told him, the pastries are just not okay to eat now and my phone is smashed but I am physically fine. The poor lad has already stressed his heart and mind out worrying if I was alright then almost died when he realised I was your mate."

"Rightfully so!"

"Harry! Oh my goodness, I am okay!!"

"I am seriously so sorry, uh I can get you some ice your head is hurting or...I can go buy more food to make up for what we lost...and I can transfer you the money that you paid for the pastries."

"It's fine. I am seriously okay."

At this point, Harry accepts my answer and walks away with his boots now in his hand. He runs back to where he was and I see him talking to a short blonde. The brunette boy offers his hand and helps me stand up.

"Do you need an ice pack or something?"

"I'm alright, I promise." The boy smiles at me and I only smile back as he picks up my stuff from my bag and guides me to where Harry and the other blonde boy were.

"I'm Arthur by the way."

"Aquilah."

"I knew someone by that name once."

"What happened to her?"

"Couldn't tell you, haven't spoken to her in almost ten years."

Arthur and I eventually get to the goal and I notice Harry and the short blonde boy once again. I turn to Arthur and ask "What's that short blondie's name?"

"Do you think he's cute?"

"WHAT! No, just curious."

"That's Chris."

"Oh."

"What about Chris is so intriguing Aquilah?" I turn to Arthur and see him smirking at me.

"Oh my gosh, I don't like him! Blondes are not my type, neither are boys short or dobby doppelgängers." Arthur is now bursting out in a loud laughter and I can only follow him, giggling to myself at the fact that I've compared a complete stranger to Dobby from Harry Potter. That quickly comes to a halt when Arthur opens his mouth again.

"CHRIS! Guess what Harry's best mate just called you."

"Arthur no!"

"Arthur yes!"