Fallen.

IV

~ Miranda's POV ~

So lets just say the dinner started pretty disasterous. First, after Liam served us all spagetti, Louis thought it would be funny to fling spaghetti at Harry, which started a mini food fight between the two with was quickly ended by Zayn who got some spaghetti in the hair. I have never seen anyone's face turn that shade of red before, it was halarious. Yes, it was the most interesting meal I have ever eaten. Did you know Liam is scared of spoons? Yeah, Well he defiantly is. So now hear I am, back on the couch with Harry on my left and Emma to my right. Something seems odd between her and Niall, I always knew that the irish boy was her favorite so I can imagine what must me going through her mind. I surprised she didn't maul him yet. But they keep looking at each other. It's kind of cute.

Then there is Harry. God why did he have to be so fit! And on top of that I keep catching him looking at me. He makes me nervous, so this is what it is like to be a directioner. It had to be around 3 or 4 AM, and man was I tired. School, concert, boyfriend trouble and meeting the most famous boys in the world made it a extremly busy day. I looked at Emma who is dosed off. Wait. She is asleep on Niall's shoulder who is also asleep. AWW THE FEELS. She is so cute. These boys are so friendly, and where I am from you wouldn't even think that boys like this would exist, they are so welcoming and accepting and were willing to help a girl they didn't even know. Too bad it has to end. Right? Emma and I are just two more fans, it's not like we are more important compared to the other million. I shook my head at that thought. I can't get too attached, they are celebrities, and we are not. Easy as that. I stood up and started going through Emma's purse looking for her car keys, which I successfully found. Then I made my way to her to wake her up, I ignored the questioning looks from the remaining awake boys; Harry and Liam.

"What are you doing?" I heard Harry ask. He sounded even more tired than me. Well obviously, he DID just have a concert.

"I'm grabbing her keys, ya know? So I can drive me and her home" I said nudging towards her and Niall, "She looks exhausted and so do you guys" I whispered back to him while I decided to look for my shoes instead of waking her up first. 

"So you don't want to stay?" I looked to him and made eye contact. Dammit. He has the most beautiful green eyes, the tints of grey make them mesmorizing. I don't think any of you would know this unless you were in my shoes right now, but looking into eyes like his, it's like they suck you in. I could have looked at him all day but then I noticed I was staring. Awkward!

"I didn't think it was an option?" I quickly answered.

"Where will you go?" I heard Liam ask, his eyes raised from his laptop screen. I looked at him and back to Harry. I didn't know how to answer that because I know for a fact that my boyfriend, sorry, EX- boyfriend is waiting for me at home so I definatly didn't want to go there. So I guess Emma's house was the option for the night.

"Emma's?" I saw Harry shake his head.

"Stay." Harry said patting the couch next to him. It sounded more like a demand rather than a question. I sighed loudly and looked from him to Emma who was still sound asleep. "You don't want to wake her right?" Dammit. He is totally saying that on purpose, but I guess it is true. It was her dream to meet the boys. 

"Fine." I said stubbornly.

"YES!" I looked to Harry with a raised eyebrow. Whatever. I walked over and plopped myself back down on the couch inbetween Harry and Emma."I always win" I looked to Harry and sighed. He had the biggest smile plastered on his face. I gave him a dirty look and looked to the television. Apparently we were watching "The Inbetweeners" on netflix, seeing as Liam wouldn't hand over the remote. God it's innappropriate and awkuard to watch with boys. Why can't I put on The Walking Dead or something. I must have passed out for a half hour or so because the show changed to That 70's Show, my mind couldn't even pay attention to what they were saying, it was too busy trying to keep my eyes open.I could feel my eyes getting droopy and heavy even more so than before.