Arabella’s POV
My cheek burned; I could sense that there was a big red handprint marked on my face. Zayn returned with ice and I applied it to my face. Why would Niall do this to me? I knew he had liked me, but hitting me? It just didn’t seem like something he would do.

At this moment the door swung open and three girls walked in. There was a pretty blonde one, a brunette, and one with curly brown locks.

“Zayn!” the blonde yelled.

“Perrie!” he yelled back and ran to engulf her in a hug.

“Oh my gosh, Haz! Is this the girl you won’t stop telling us about?” the brunette asked gesturing to me.

I giggled. “You talk about me?” I asked Harry. He blushed.

“I’m Danielle, but you can call me Dani. I’m Liam’s girlfriend,” the curly-haired brunette introduced.

“Perrie! Zayn’s girlfriend,” the blonde introduced.

“Eleanor, but you can call me El. Louis’ girlfriend,” the last one introduced.

“I’m Arabella. Some people call me Ara; others call me Bell or Bella. Doesn’t really matter. I’m Harry’s girlfriend.”

“Oh my gosh! We’re all going to be best friends!” Perrie screamed. I laughed at them as they all agreed.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you holding ice to your face?” Eleanor asked.

“Um… well you see, I’ve known Harry and Niall before they even met each other. When Niall found out I was Harry’s girlfriend, again, he was really mad, and he smacked me across my face after yelling at me.”

“Oh. Are you okay? I’ve never thought Niall could do something like that,” Perrie spoke.

“I’m fine. My face just really hurts,” I answered.

“Why don’t we watch a movie to get our mind off of things?” Harry suggested. Everyone agreed.

“What are we going to watch?” Louis screams.

“Let’s watch Mean Girls!” I shout.

“What’s Mean Girls?” they all ask. I gasped at them all in shock. How could they have never seen Mean Girls? I literally live that move. I wear pink on Wednesdays and pretend that fetch will someday happen. I could quote the entire movie! And here they all sit, and they’ve never seen it before.

“You’ve never seen Mean Girls?!?! It’s my favorite movie!” I scream at them all, disappointed at them.

They shake their heads. “Well, we can see if Netflix has it,” Liam suggests.

“Here it is!” says El.

“It’s a chick flick?” the boys whine.

“Oh hush. Like you’ve never seen a chick flick before.” Then the movie started.

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“That’s so fetch! Gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen, it’s not going to happen!” I quoted at that scene. I’ve been quoting my favorite parts so far.

“Wow, you really are dedicated to this movie,” Louis stated.

“It’s cute,” Harry told me.

“Thanks, Haz!”

About ¾ through the movie I drifted off into sleep while resting my head on Harry’s shoulder.