Arabella’s POV
Today was the day I was going to meet Harry’s band mates. Danny left yesterday, and I am stuck at work for only five more minutes until I can go.

“Hello, love,” I hear a voice behind me.

“Harry!” I ran and gave him a hug.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let me just grab my stuff.” We walked out of Starbucks, our hands entwined. Being a gentleman, Harry opened the car door for me, and then ran around to the other side.

“How was work?” he asked me after he started driving.

“Boring. How about you?”

“I got the day off,” he answered.

“Oh.” He turned on the radio and “What Makes You Beautiful” was playing. He tried to change it, but I stopped him. “Don’t change it; I like this song.”

“It’s one of the songs my band sings you know.”

“That makes it even better,” I turned it up. “Baby you light up my world like nobody else,” Harry joined in.

“The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, but when you smiled at the ground it ain’t hard to tell, you don’t know oh-oh, you don’t know-oh-oh, you don’t know your beautiful…” we sang together the rest of the way there. I was kind of nervous the rest of the guys would hate me.

“We’re here.” He ran out and opened the door for me then we walked up to the front door. Without even knocking or pulling out a key, he flung the door open. “We’re here!” he yelled.

Three guys came running around the corner. I swear Haz said there were five of them.

“I’m Liam,” a guy with a buzz cut shook hands with me.

“Louis!” a guy with red pants and suspenders claimed loudly.

“Zayn,” a tan boy with a quiff said softly.

“Guys this is… “ Harry started.

“Ara?” a voice from behind said.