the outbreak ☣ 1d

Chapter 8: He Stole It {UNFIXED}

Recap:

We all huddled together. "Guys, Zayn and I plan to have our date here! Could you tell the boys then make some food and stuff with them? And could you please don't disturb us?" Taylor asked. We all smiled. "Definitely."

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-Julia's POV-

"Thank you guys so much! I owe you!" Taylor gushed, hugging us tightly. "Uh, Taylor, I'm dying here!" I whispered, out of breath, trying to squeeze out of her grip. She pulled away. "Sorry, I'm just so happy!" She apologized, then squealed.

"By the way, can I talk to you?" Taylor asked, looking at Stephanie in the eye. We all stood up to go with her. "Alone," She added. I pouted. "Why only Stephanie?" Taylor rolled her eyes. "Well, I'm going to change her mind about something, so right now, shoo, shoo!!!" Taylor exclaimed, shoving us away.

Stephanie shrugged and walked with Taylor to a room. Did I mention this restaurant is as big as..um..something big? Meh, sometimes I feel like such a blonde.  

I sighed. Hmm..is Taylor trying to change Stephanie's opinions on the boys? I hope so. I sighed again. "Hey Julia, you okay? You've sighed for ten times already." Elissa chuckled. 

I rolled my eyes. "Hey, what do you think Taylor will tell Stephanie?" I asked. Elissa shrugged and walked away with Gina to the kitchen. "We're gonna cook some shit now!" Gina hollered. Seriously. there is not one sentence that comes out of Gina's mouth that doesn't have a cuss word.

"Hey guys! Wait up! Will we tell the b-" "Yeah! Will you kindly tell them? Gina and I are preparing food now!" Elissa shouted from the kitchen, interrupting my sentence. I nodded once and walked to the room where the boys are. I saw the lads (I CAN SPEAK BRITISH WORDS! YAAAAY!) standing and looking out the window, looking bored with their lips set on hard, thin lines.

"Hey guys!" I shouted, grinning. Their heads snapped at my direction. One Direction! Get it? Haha! No? Okay.

"Get your chef hats 'cause we got some cooking to do!" I said, smiling. "For what?" Louis asked, looking confused and raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and smiled. "For Taylor and Zayn's date, duh," I said, emphasizing the word 'date.' Harry cringed at the word.

What's up with him? "So, where's Taylor?" Zayn asked protectively, looking around the room. Aww, so sweet. Zaynlor? Marrie? Tayn? TayZay? Mallie? Zaylor? ...Zaylor! I like Zaylor.

I smiled. "She's talking to Stephanie somewhere," I replied. "LET'S GET STARTED! Wait, where's Paul?!" I asked warily. "He's in the bathroom," Harry said in a monotone. I looked at him and gave him a "What-The-Fuck-Is-Your-Problem-Dude" look. He looked away and sat down. "I don't want to cook, I'm not in the mood," Harry said. "Oh, come on, Harry! We all know that you can cook! Besides, what is happening to you? At first, you're so happy, then now, you are sad?" Niall exclaimed throwing his hands up in frustration. The guys and I except Harry nodded our heads, mumbling our agreements. 

Harry tensed up a little, got up, and walked to God knows where. "Um, I feel like I’m in a soap opera. Anyways, let's get cooking!" Louis said. We all marched to the kitchen to see Gina and Elissa cooking. “Hey guys, help us out?” Gina suggested, smiling. We nodded and helped them. “Oh, but some of you gotta make the place look fancy and pretty and suitable for their date!” Elissa chirped. So Gina, Elissa, and Liam cooked – because it’s unsafe for Niall or Louis to cook because Niall will eat everything and Louis might go crazy and add some dandruff in the soup and we don’t want Zayn’s outfit to get screwed up – and Niall, Louis, and Zayn fixed up the restaurant.