They Don't Know About Us

Chapter 6 Gwen /

The dinner felt uncomfortable afterwards. I can't believe that Eleanor thought that we were dating. I mean he is a nice person and he looks like a gentleman, but I don't like him! And if I do like Harry, I don't think he'll like me back. His dimples look cute on him. His curls looks like springs and I would love to touch it. But I don't have feelings for him. I bet my face looked like a tomato when Eleanor thought we were dating. My cheeks were heating up like I was in an oven.

Also, I just met him two days ago. I can't already like him. I barely even know anything about him, except that he is in a famous British/Irish boy band called One Direction.

I heard my phone buzz. The caller ID flashed Jasmine <3.

"Tonight was...awkward." Jasmine said. "Though, I can imagine you and Harry dating." Jasmine giggled. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up, Jasmine." I said. "I don't think I will like Harry."

"No, seriously. You guys kind of look cute together." Jasmine stated.

"But," I started. "I just met him for like two days. I barely even know him."

"Oh, you'll know him," Jasmine said. "because in four days, we are going to a party." Jasmine said.

"What?" I said. Jasmine hated parties. Even if I tried inviting her to one, she is as stubborn as a bull and never wants to come. "I thought you hated parties." At second thought, Jasmine is a pop star now. She's supposed to be used to it, right?

"I do." Jasmine sighed on the other line. "But it's Allan's birthday and I want to surprise him. So lots of people are invited. And I need help from you. Can you?" Jasmine asked.

I let out a sigh. I love Allan, but sometimes I'm just too lazy to go decorate a party. It's too much work and I don't really want to do it. But at the same time, Allan's my friend and Allan is one of the most important people in Jasmine's life. Why not make them happy?

"Well, how about ask workers?" I asked hopefully.

"I can't. I want this to be special for Allan." She said in the other line. I thought for another second.

"What do I need to do?" I gave in. Jasmine let out a tiny squeal. I smiled, knowing that I made Jasmine happy.

"Okay, I need you to help the boys set up the stuff for the party. I'll have to invite people and you do the decorations. Oh, and can you also do the photography? You could still use dresses." Jasmine said.

"Sure." I approved. "E-mail me all the details." I said.

"Thanks, Gwen! You're the best!" Jasmine said. "Good night!"

"Good night!" I hanged up. Well, I guess we have to help Jasmine for Allan's party.

Right now, I am going to the place Jasmine told us to decorate. Liam and Jasmine are going to do the invites and the other stuff. I wouldn't blame them because they had to send invitations and e-mails to more than a hundred people. That's pretty hard. Especially since they had to keep it a secret from Allan. Knowing Jasmine, she can spill the details any minute.

We finally got to the place that Jasmine send us. The place looks pretty big for a hundred people. There are two floors, a balcony, and a rooftop, making it look very elegent. Although, it looks kind of broken down. Now I know why Jasmine wanted us to decorate the place. At least there's a stage.

As I got out of my car, I found four boys standing standing, admiring the building like me. "You guys again?" They turned around and saw their surprised faces. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

"What are you doing here?" Zayn asked me back.

"Jasmine asked me for help to 'decorate' the place for Allan's party." I answered, making quotation marks with my hands as I said 'decorate.' "How 'bout you guys?"

"Same thing." Louis said. We heard another van and we saw it was the people who will also help us for the party. We know this because they have the chairs and tables. I took out bags where there are table cloths and the balloons. This is going to be a long day.

We first started to clean the floor. Then we were starting to clean the chairs and tables and started to put on the table cloths. Funny because as we were done with the tables and chairs, it was starting to get dark. Which means we have to go home.

"That was hard!" Niall said, sweat covering his forehead. His white shirt was drenched in sweat from cleaning every thing and putting the tables and chairs in the right places. "At least we got the tables and the chairs ready!" NIall exclaimed.

"Yeah." I said. "All we have to do is to paint the walls, blow the balloons, do the lights, get the stage ready, get the cake, and get the food choice." I said and we all groaned.

"And we have to do that in less than a week?" Harry asked. I nodded. "Is that even possible?"

"We'll never do that in time!" Zayn complained.

"I know." I sighed. "That's why Jasmine told us to come here early. I didn't expect that we had to do a lot of things." I stated. "So we all have to be here at twelve in the afternoon tomorrow. See you!" They all waved and went to her car. We have to do a lot of things.

The next day, we all were blowing the balloons. So far, we need to blow at least two hundred balloons. "Are you sure that Allan needs balloons?" Zayn asked. "We're not giving him a children's birthday party right?"

"And he's turning twenty-six!" Harry added.

"Just do what your supposed to do." I said, continuing to blow.

"Something's wrong with this balloon." Louis said. We all laughed at Louis attempt on blowing the balloon, knowing that he doesn't know how to blow a balloon. While Zayn was blowing, he accidentally let it go and made farting sounds. We all started to laugh again.

As we finished the balloons, which we worked on for about an hour, Zayn and I started to paint while the other lads were putting up the balloons. Whie Zayn was painting, a drop of paint landed on my white tank top.

"What the heck?" I said as I saw the blue paint land on my shirt.

"Oops! I'm so sorry!" Zayn apologized. "It was an accident!" And before he knew it, I purposely dropped paint on his white t-shirt.

"Oops! It was an accident!" I said sarcastically. Zayn blinked on his shirt and back to me. Before I knew it, we both had paint war.