Tangled in Love {One Direction Fanfiction}

Chapter 8

Here is chapter 8, one day later, as promised.

Passed 300 reads, woooo :)

Hope you enjoy the chapter.

SM xx

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Liam's POV

"Liam, you look fine," said Zayn, rolling his eyes at me.

I looked at myself in front of the mirror. I was dressed in black skinny jeans, and a blue plaid shirt, paired with some white high tops. I'd styled my hair into a mini quiff, as Zayn had advised me to. 

"Is it too casual?" I said as I looked over at Zayn, who was sitting cross-legged on my bed, helping me with everything.

"God Liam, stop being such a girl, it's just a date," he smirked. 

"Exactly..." I said, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Why're you so nervous anyway? You're way worse than a girl," grinned Zayn, looking up at me.

I sat down next to him and chuckled, "Shut up Zayn."

"But seriously, why?" he asked, smoothing out the slightly creased blanket which lay in a crumpled up heap on the foot of my bed.

"I don't know, haven't been on a date for a while, maybe that's why," I said, shrugging.

Zayn moved over and hugged me, "It'll be alright Liam," he assured me with a smile.

"Hey guys, Harry's he- why is it that every time I come you guys are in some kind of love fest?!" Niall said, his voice rising dramatically as he talked, as he came barging in.

 "Does it make you jealous?" I laughed.

"Maybe," pouted Niall, joking around with us.

Zayn took his arms off me and threw them around Niall, laughing, "Happy now?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Pretty much," smirked Niall.

I smiled at the idiocy of my best friends. I inspected myself in front the full floor length mirror one last time, exhaling deeply.

I'm going on a date.

I'm going on a date.

"Where'd everyone go?" Harry shouted from outside, breaking my chain of thought, for which I was thankful; I was one thought away from backing out at the last minute.

"In here, we're coming," Niall yelled back, "Liam, you done making yourself pretty?" he smirked.

"Not helping Niall," Zayn said, looking at him, although he too was grinning, "You got everything?"  he said, looking back at me.

"Yep," I said, patting my pockets to check again.

"Now, you have to be nice, don't go on and on about yourself, listen and erm...try to have a good time and not bore her to death," said Zayn, looking at me.

"Yes sir," I grinned, genuinely grateful for his advice. Zayn had been nothing but help since I'd told him. He was the only reason I still hadn't declined or panicked or freaked out about this entire date deal. 

We walked outside to the living room, where the boys were talking while I poured myself some water. I had a bad feeling about this. I felt as if I was bound to screw up. What if I did something wrong? What if she didn't like me?

"Oh god this is scary," I mumbled, taking a sip of water to calm myself down.

"Dude, chillax, just a date," Harry chuckled, flipping through his book.