A Cup of Fate

6th Phase: A Chaotically Perfect Dinner

6th Phase: A Chaotically Perfect Dinner

We are at Rosso Restaurant, where apparently, they commonly hang out to. They seem so familiar to the place. The restaurant is  fancy. The place incorporates modern Renaissance period with a splash of the twentieth century. The building is draped with glorious stained glass windows and decadent marble domes. The hue of red and black adds to the modern touch of the place which makes it really welcoming. The live jazz music is the icing to this illustrious restaurant. I literally feel like I am transported back to the time when huge corsette gowns with matching tall French wigs were worn. The waiter takes us to an exclusive room. I sit beside Lou to lessen the getting-to-know tension between me and the boys. I like to keep my distance. 

“So Margaret,” Louis begins.

“Just Maggie.” I correct him.

“Maggie," he repeats, emphasizing my name. "What’s it like being a sister of the hair dresser of One Direction?” Louis asks as he places his hands clasped together on the table, giving me an earnest stare. 

“I really don’t think there’s any difference. I mean, I just knew that recently.” I glance to Lou emphasizing the word 'recently'. 

“She didn’t know?” Liam turns to Lou, raising an eyebrow at her. 

“Well, she never asked- and she was away for two years.” Lou retaliates, trying to explain herself defensively. 

“You ran away from home?” Louis asks in astonishment as he veers his gaze to me, his voice increasing in intensity. I chuckle to the sound of his tone as a slight smirk forms on my lips. Hse does sounds funny with his accent, especially with that ringing tone of his. His intonation appears to be just like Lou's.  “Why is she laughing? This is a serious matter.” Louis tries to pretend to be serious, but all I saw was the funny façade of him. Everyone is laughing at his unfathomable face. It is priceless. 

“I’m peckish.” Niall groans as he plays with Baby Lux who's currently sitting on his lap. 

“Shhh!" Louis shushes Niall as he holds out a finger in front of his lips. "I’m asking this girl a question.” I can hear Zayn snicker as Louis continues his so called serious act.

“Ugh. My stomach is rumbling. I can’t take this hunger any longer. I need to eat.” Niall whimpers once again.

“The food will arrive in any minute now, Ni. Stop whimpering.” Liam utters as he attempts to calm Niall's urge to eat.

“Your answer, please. I demand your answer.” Louis getting really intact with his act, smacks the frosted glass table. The silverware and the glasses clinks, making a loud clashing noise. 

“Louis!” Liam exclaims.

“Okay, chill." I raise both of my arms up. "I didn’t run away from home. I left.” I answer truthfully. 

“Why?” Louis asks. He looks at me suspiciously, creasing his brows together. I just smile at him in return. 

“I left to study in France. I got accepted in an exchange program I signed up for and the rest is history.” I clarify myself.

“That's brill. You must be very smart.” Liam comments, flashing a grin at me.

“Does that mean you’re smarter than our Daddy Direction over here?” Louis nudges Liam’s left arm.

“I don’t really know about that.” I answer politely, looking over to Liam. 

“Finally! A person who’s smart enough not to answer one of Louis’ barmy questions.” Zayn chuckles so blatant upon Liam’s statement. Louis sticks out his tongue to Liam as he sends over a flying serviette (that's what they call a table napkin here) over to Zayn.