I tore my eyes away from Niall, "Oh yeah. Sure. Of course."

"Then who would you like to ride with?" 

"You and Zayn...." I said a little too quickly.

"But Lou-" Harry stopped himself and looked down.

"Fine, Billy, Niall, and Harry in the other car." Zayn said.

I sighed.

"Let's go!!!" Niall said, pushing everyone out of the house.

I suddenly felt a hand on my bum. "What in the-" 

Niall looked at me innocently, "Sorry." Then winked.

Damn he's good.

I turned back around, to find Harry staring at us. 

Don't look. Don't look.

I clambered in the car. 

Why is my life suddenly so confusing and unfair? 

v^v^v^

If this restaurant isn't country I don't know what is.

It even has a shop in the front!

I tugged on my hood strings a little tighter.

Billy walked up to the check-in lady, "Table for six. Secluded."

She shot a knowing glance at us, and lead us to a table in the very back. 

"Sit down and your waiter should be here shortly." The women said.

"Thank you." I tried an American accent. 

What? We are in America.

Billy sat next to the window.

Harry sat down next to Billy and patted the seat asking me to sit next to him.

I rushed and sat in the seat across from Billy.

I may or may not have pushed Liam out of my way...

When Liam recovered he sat next to me.

Harry looked hurt, but what can I say?

Niall sat next to Liam and Zayn next to Harry.

Now I'm away from the boy I love and the boy who raped my lips.

"Hello, my name is Heather. I will be taken ya'lls order tonight," She leaned in close, "I've been told not to tell anyone ya'll are here, and you're hidden so remove the hoods. You're safe."

"Thank you very much Heather." Liam said.

"No problem, sugar. Now drinks?"

I looked at the drink section, "I'll have a tea."

"Sweet or Unsweet?" She asked scribbling on her order pad.

"Sweet."

"Ice?" She asked, but the way she said it sounded like she was saying ass.

"Um, what?"

"Ice, Louis." Liam chuckled, "Do you want ice in it."

"Oh, yeah." 

"Okay." She scribbled a bit more.

As she went around the table, the more I realized how pretty she is.

She had long, curly brown hair. Breath-taking green eyes, and very prominent dimples.

She looked back at me, I flashed a classic Louis smile.

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