Art [Zarry]

XXXVIII

~A few days later~
Louis
"You're not nervous, are you?" Zayn teased.

"No." I scoffed into the phone, looking myself over in the mirror.

James would be here soon to pick me up, and we were going out for dinner.

Zayn had called to ask if I wanted to come over for dinner, and I happily told him about my date.

I felt almost silly because of how excited I was.

As I heard knocking at the door, my heartbeat sped up.

"Hey, I gotta go. I'll talk to you soon." I said, hanging up.

I looked at my reflection once more, taking a deep breath before I went to go answer the door.

When I opened it and saw Niall standing there, my heart sank a little.

"Oh, hey." I said, not meaning to sound so disappointed.

"You look nice, did you know I was coming?" He chuckled.

Niall and I didn't hang out every evening, but we did at least once a week.

We'd actually become rather good friends, but I couldn't deal with him right now.

"No, but I wish I had. I've got a date, Niall." I told him, not moving so he could enter.

His smile fell.

"A date?"

"Yeah, he'll be here to pick me up any minute." I said, staring at him.

"Oh...I didn't know you were, um, seeing someone." He said.

"What difference does it make?" I asked.

"N-None, I guess. I just...thought we could watch some films or something. Like we usually do. I like that." He said.

"Well, I like dates with fit guys." I smiled.

"Yeah, so do I." He barely chuckled, looking at his feet.

"So...another time then?" Niall asked sadly.

"Suppose so, yeah. Sorry mate." I shrugged.

"It's okay. I should've called, I guess." He said.

"Yeah." I said quietly, looking at him.

"Um, yeah. So...bye. Have a nice time." He said, making himself smile before he turned and walked off.

I sighed heavily after I closed the door, going back into the washroom to make sure my hair looked okay.

The next time I heard knocking at the door, I knew it had to be James.

I rushed back to the door, pausing and calming myself down before I opened the door.

"You look lovely." James smiled.

Instantly, I was reduced to nothing but chuckles and smiles.

"Thank you, you too." I nodded.

"Is Italian okay?" He asked as I stepped outside and locked my flat.

"Perfect." I smiled at him.

"Did you have a good day?" James asked after we got into his car.

"Mostly. You?" I replied.

"Quite dull." He said.

"Maybe I can change that." I smiled, looking at him.

He smirked. "I'm sure you can."

"Tell me about you."

"Um, well....there's not much to me, really. I have a deep love for Italian food, though." I decided to mention.