“Yeah, I am,” I say casually, taking another bite of food. I look up at them again. Their faces begin to look astonished
“We are One.....,” Liam starts to explain, but I covered his mouth before he could finish.
“If you finish that sentence fifty girls will come to this table and mob us,” I pause to remove my hand from his mouth, he blushes. “Besides I already know who you guys are,” I flip my hair across my shoulder and smile. They all are so much dreamier in person that I could ever imagine..
“I’m so glad we could finally meet you, Niall has been talking about you so much,” Zayn said before he caught himself. “Don’t tell him we told you that,”
“Cross my heart I won’t,” I reply, in turn doing the motion across my chest.
“Good, so we were just getting food, do you want a ride from here to the house?,” Liam said, a smile crossed his perfect complexion. It was so cool talking to these boys so casually.
“Sure, that would be great,” I replied, smiling. Looking to each of the boys’ faces. An excited look was shed across each one. “Why are you all so happy? I’m just a normal girl,” I added taking another bite of my wrap.
“Yeah, true. But, we get to know you better than Niall , and he’s the one who likes you!,” Louis exclaimed but his glory was soon stopped a punch to the arm from Harry.
“Don’t tell him that either,” Harry said glaring at Louis. Louis gave a ‘sorry-I -forgot’ look to Harry before Zayn left to go grab the food. They boys all got up and headed towards the door and I followed. It was still nice outside, the sun beating down on the dark pavement. Soon we made our way to their car. It was an black van with tinted windows. The doors slid open to black leather seats.
“Jump in, “ Liam said, sitting in shotgun. I slowly ducked into the car. I was followed by the rest of the One Direction boys. The car trip was silent. I looked out the window to the changing scenes from the city of London. The trees were slightly changed and leaves had begun to make their journey to the thriving lawns. Finally we had driven into the driveway of the house. The large house run two stories high, the brick was a pale grey and the window panes a creme.
“Here it is,” Zayn said staring up at the building as if it were a mansion. It did look quite regal. Harry was piled with McDonalds bags as we ventured up the path to the front door. Liam was just about to take out his keys, when a familiar face popped out from behind the door.
