Let's Play A Love Game (A 1D Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirteen (Lauren)

It was weird to leave without Amber, but I did it. Once we got outside, I absorbed my beat up vehicle and the realization hit me, "I can't drive." "Yes you can," Harry insisted suggestively, sending me a smirk. "No I really can't. Plus I don't even have my--" I was cut off when I heard the jingling of keys as Harry pulled them from his hoodie pocket and tossed them into the air at me. I caught them effortlessly with my right hand, "Thanks." I couldn't help my smile as I wondered how he managed to sneak out of the apartment with my keys without Amber catching him. I unlocked my used-to-be-nice car and offered Danielle a ride. She agreed with a smile and kissed Liam a quick goodbye before sliding into my passenger seat. I lingered outside while Liam, Louis, and Niall got into Louis' ugly van and slid the doors closed. Harry leaned out of his door, a smile tugging at his lips. "What?" I questioned, disguising my voice as irritated. "Where are we going?" "I don't know," I admitted hesitantly, biting my lip. "Well then I guess we'll follow you," he stated, finally closing his door. I slouched into my own car and fired up the engine. Danielle shot me the most accusing look ever. I pretended not to see her as I took off. The boys followed us down the road in Louis' "lovely vehicle" and nearly an hour later, we pulled into the Hot Shots parking lot.

I got out of the car and stared at the building. It looked the same as it did the first time I came here. I smiled at my first memory of Amber outside of school. Drew, Amber, Jacob, and I came here on a sort of double date. It wasn't an official date but it sure did start something. Amber and I were good friends, Jake and Drew were good friends. We had the best time. That night was something that changed my life. But the last time I ever went there, two or so years ago by this point, was even bigger. It was my life turn around. And now looking back on this place was admittedly difficult. "Hot Shots? What is it?" Harry inquired, joining me in staring at the building. "It's a roller skating rink," I stated quickly, shaking myself out of the mental stupor. "Roller skating? We all suck at roller skating!" he laughed pathetically. "So do I, trust me," I sighed, once again being attacked by my racing memories. "This a pretty large building for a roller skating rink," Niall pointed out. "Yeah. There's two rinks and an indoor playground," I listed casually. "Indoor playground?!?!" Louis screamed excitedly, pulling my arm childishly. "Yes. I said indoor playground. For kids." "I'm a kid." "Acting like a seven year old doesn't make you one," I spit sarcastically, not exactly in the mood for obnoxious boys. "GUYS! DID YOU HEAR HER? I'VE BEEN PROMOTED TO SEVEN YEAR OLD!" "What?" I questioned, annoyed. "We say he's three," Danielle explained quietly. "And ya'll say he has a girlfriend?" I inquired incredulously. "We find it hard to believe too. But Harry set them up. He's a pretty good matchmaker," Danielle laughed, slipping me a subtle suggestive wink. "For everybody but himself," Niall corrected, nudging Harry playfully. "Hey! I've found a lot of great people. It isn't my fault that this lifestyle screws things up for relationships," Harry argued hesitantly. I shot him an apprehensive look, "The lifestyle?" "It does. He isn't lying," Liam assured from Danielle's side. "Girlfriends don't like competition. Especially competition with millions of girls willing to throw themselves at your boyfriend at any moment," she defended, sounding like she had experience. "Like Eleanor and Danielle, the girlfriends have to be trusting and secure in the relationship," Niall spoke up, referring to Danielle as evidence. "There are millions of rumours circulating about us at any given moment. Quality girlfriends don't believe everything they hear and can actually trust what we say even if there's proof that says we're lying. That's the quality that all of my past girlfriends have neglected to possess," Harry finished. "Believing you even if there's proof you're lying? That's plain stupid," I scoffed, an intensely offensive feeling growing in my stomach. "No, no! Not like that. A prime example of that is when I was with Taylor Swift and paparazzi got a picture of me snogging Emma Ostiliy. I told Taylor it was a misunderstanding and she didn't believe me so we broke up. What actually happened was--" he began, justifying himself. "Snogging? Please tell me that isn't as disgusting as it sounds," I shuddered, the feeling of offense growing. "Snogging is British for what you Americans call 'making out'," Liam explained before Harry continued. "Wait wait wait! The paparazzi actually caught you kissing, got a picture of it, you don't deny it happened, but instead claim it's a misunderstanding?" I repeated, attempting to get my facts straight. "Just listen. Emma was drunk, I walked her home because I didn't want her getting hurt, and once we got to her house she just snogged me. I didn't want it but I also didn't want to be rude. I let it happen for a second before I pulled away but a second is all paparazzi needs," Harry continued. "Whatever. I think that's bullshit. But I don't care. I'm going inside now," I declared, stalking towards the entrance of Hot Shots exasperatedly. "We're right behind you," Niall assured as the rest of the group followed my lead to the door.