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"Oh my God there they are!" Someone screamed as we emerged from the limo. Immediately thirty or forty people came right up to the boys asking for autographs and pictures. 

I clung to Zayn's arm as the people pressed close to the group. From the corner of my eye I saw Niall plant a huge kiss on some teenage girls cheek. She looked like she was about to feint. I smiled at the happiness they were able to bring to people by simply acknowledging them. "Go ahead. I'll be ok," I said into Zayn's ear. 

"If you're sure," he said, letting go of my hand. He went up to a couple swooning girls and flashed them a brilliant smile. They giggled and he posed for a picture with them. He leaned in to whisper something to one of them. They nodded eagerly and he said something, then pointed at me. 

I frowned. "What did he tell them?" I muttered out loud. 

"Turn that frown upside down," Louis chimed, suddenly beside me. "Are you ok?" He asked, serious for once. "This can be kind of a lot."

"I'm fine," I said, not taking my eyes off Zayn, who was talking to a girl who looked to be about twelve. "

"You like him," Louis laughed, noticing where I was looking.

"I do not!" I said, smacking his arm. "I barely know him."

"Gemma and Zayn sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G," he taunted. 

"Shut up," I laughed. "Seriously Louis. Keep teasing me and you're going  to wind up with the ugliest clothes on this tour. Don't push me."

"I could handle ugly clothes. Best looking chap in this band. Girls would love me either way," he said puffing up his chest. 

"You all right, sweetheart?" Zayn asked as he came back towards me.

"Sweetheart?" I laughed. "That's mighty forward of you Mr. Malik."

Zayn stuck his tongue out at me. "Don't pretend you don't like it. You Americans love pet names." 

I smiled as he took my hand again. "I said it was forward. Not that I didn't like it."

"Let's go inside then, love," he said. He waved one final time, then went into the restaurant.

"Gemma, Zayn, over here!" Liam called. He had an arm around a very pretty brunette with huge, curly hair, whom I guessed was Danielle.

"Hey, Danielle!" Zayn said, releasing my hand to plant a kiss on her cheek. 

"Hi, Zayn!" She said with a smile. "You must be Gemma.It's so nice to meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you too!" I said, smiling to myself as Zayn sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulders

Liam planted a quick kiss on her cheek, and announced that he was running to the loo. In that moment I saw looks of pure love exchanged between them and I envisioned what I wanted Liam to wear for the opening number of the show. I pulled out a pad of paper from my purse and sat down to begin sketching. 

"She's inspired!" Harry clapped as he joined us at the table. He plopped down next to Danielle and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Who's she sketching for?" 

Zayn leaned over my shoulder and stole a look at my notepad. "Looks like its for Liam." He watched curiously as I let my fingers sketch out the vision I had in my mind. After about five minutes I set my pen down with a satisfied gusto. "Brilliant," he whispered into my ear. 

His warm breath sent a thrilled shudder up my spine. "Thanks," I breathed.

"Gemma, this is Eleanor," Louis said, interrupting our little moment.

I turned to greet Louis's girlfriend and instantly found myself in another embrace. "I'm so glad to meet you!" Her long brown hair fell in waves past her shoulders and the look Louis gave her revealed him to be completely smitten.

"It's lovely to meet you too!" I said, as my hand itched to grab the pen and sketch. 

Eleanor must have seen my hand inching forward because she let loose a laugh. "Go ahead and draw. Don't feel like you have to talk to me. I'll be here all evening."

I smiled at her gratefully and grabbed the pen. My hand flew across the paper as I hashed out the shirt and pants that I envisioned Louis wearing to start the show. 

"Look at the, Louis!" Niall cheered, finally coming in from outside and sitting beside me. "She has you wearing rolled up skinny jeans. You'll be completely comfortable."

"I've come to the conclusion that when people wear something a lot, it's usually because they like it," I said, setting my pen back down. 

Liam came back and ordered a couple pitchers of beer for all of us to share.

"I bet you've never had a real drink before," Harry laughed as I gave Liam a shocked look. 

"Of course I have!" I laughed. "It's just funny to watch eighteen year old Liam casually order alcohol. I'm not used to it."

"Oh yeah, the drinking age is 21 back in the states isn't it?" Danielle said cheerfully. 

"Well you can't have real English fish n' chips with out a beer to go with it," Liam said. "And you're old enough to drink here."

The waitress came back with the pitchers and set them down. She stared longingly at Zayn for a moment before taking everyone's order. I felt a pang of jealousy for some reason, and couldn't stop myself from shooting her a glare when she turned her back.

I looked at Louis who mouthed K-I-S-S-I-N-G. I kicked him under the table, but I couldn't stop myself from realizing that I hoped what he spoke of might actually come to happen. 

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