It's Called Acting(1Dfanfic)

Chapter 7

I was sitting in the frozen yogurt shop, eating my cookies and cream with a fork. As a true Directioner I eat stuff with forks because of Liam haha. The little bell rang signaling someone came into the store. I didn't look up. "What would you like?" The girl behind the counter asked. "Umm the carrot cake flavored. Please." I glanced up and the boy's back was still to me, something about his voice... I looked back down at my phone, an took another bite of yogurt. I heard the boy laugh. "Looks like I found a Directioner." I looked up, it was Louis Tomlinson, from ONE DIRECTION! Breathe in breathe out. "What? This?," I asked holding up my fork. "I always eat my frozen yogurt with a fork. And what's a Directioner?" I'm dying on the inside. I want to fan girl sooo bad! But I know if I do that, I'll never get a chance to meet them and I'll just be a fan. Louis' face was full of shock. He sat down in front of me at my table. Breathe Lydia, breathe! "Wait, what?" He asked shocked. "You've never heard of One Direction? The most amazing boy band of all time!" I shook my head, "nope doesn't ring a bell..." Kill me now. He took a bite of yogurt and chewed thoughtfully. I started to say something but Louis jumped up and grabbed my hand and said,"Well you're gonna find out who we are then! Come on!" He pulled me out of my seat and I quickly stuffed my phone in my pocket. We were through the front door. "WAIT! My frozen yogurt!" I pouted. But he kept going, "One Direction is way more important than frozen yogurt!" I agreed in my head an I let him drag me along. He pulled me onto a street into a smaller neighborhood. He pulled me into an amazing house. "Mates! We have an emergency!" He yelled. Here we go. I thought. He still had my hand I tugged on it and he looked down and smiled sheepishly then let my hand go. All the boys paraded down the stairs. "What is it now Lou?" Harry called. Louis pointed to me, "She's never heard of One Direction!" He yelled childishly. I just tried my best to look bored. But on the inside? I was jumping and screaming hugging each of them and telling them how amazingly beautiful they are. They all gaped at me like a bug under a microscope. I shifted nervously. Harry looked at me and WINKED. I blinked back in surprise. Did he? No. Yes. Harry Styles just winked at me...don't pass out, Lydia. He laughed,"Sorry love. Lou here gets a little bit ecstatic." Love?? "Yeah, he made me leave my frozen yogurt." I muttered. "Louis! You made her leave food!" Niall gasped. "Alright, alright. Would you like to have a seat? Sorry if we aren't very hospitable." Liam, of course. Daddy Direction,and he glared softly at them all. I sat on their couch. I can't believe I'm here,in their house, on their couch. Louis and Harry plopped down next to me. Harry on my left and Louis on my right. Liam,Niall,and Zayn sat on the floor in front of us. "Well,you're definitely not from here,"Zayn said looking at me, "so where are you from?" "I'm from Mobile, Alabama." Ugh, I'm nervous and my accent's coming out. I internally groaned. Harry had an amused look on his face. "Do you uh, always dress like that love?" He called me love....twice. "Got a problem with it?" I challenged. Niall snickered. Harry shot him a look and he was suddenly interested in his shoes...He thought for a moment and then shook his head, "No, because I can tell you don't always dress like that." "You would be right. I just thought it would be funny, one girl told me y'all don't get lots of cowboys over here." I smiled. My drawl was worse. Ugh. Curse my accent! Harry slung an arm around me and I stiffened. He noticed but didn't care. I rolled my eyes at this and Zayn stifled a laugh. "What?" I asked him. Breathe. Breathe. Harry Styles has his arm around you. No biggie, right? Wrong! Lydia...Harry freakin' Styles has his arm around you! "It's just weird. You're like the only girl, that hasn't heard of us. And girls fall all over themselves. Especially over Harry. And you just seem cool about him," he paused."but he always gets his girl." You have no idea how wrong you are about the 'cool' thing I thought at Zayn. "Well, I'm not like most girls. But, why don't you introduce yourselves?" I already knew everyone but I had to keep that to myself. "LOUIS!" Louis yelled. I giggled. "I'm Liam." "I'm Niall, the Leprechaun." I laughed and he turned red. "I'm Zayn." He said looking at his phone. Probably texting Perrie. Then Harry whispered in my ear, "I'm Harry,love." I didn't dare turn my head because I knew his face would be right there. So I leaned forward instead. They all cracked a smile. "So Lydia, when did you move here?" Liam asked. "I've been here for about a week." I said. "What'd you move here for?" Niall asked. "My mom's a realtor and her company got relocated, so here I am!" "What's your dad do?" Harry asked. I looked down at my feet and cleared my throat, "my dad died a year ago from cancer. But he was a firefighter before that." I looked at Harry. I could tell he felt bad now, for asking. "I'm sorry." They all mumbled, looking miserable. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault. You didn't know. But anyway we jumped at the opportunity cause my dad always wanted to live here. So we're living out his dream. "No more carrot cake." Louis suddenly pouted. Niall jumped up,"I'm hungry!" He yelled. Don't laugh, don't laugh. No fan girling,hold it in. Calm Lydia,calm! They all rolled their eyes. "Niall, when are you NOT hungry?" Harry teased. Niall thought for a second shrugged leaned forward, and said, "NEVER!" And bounded off to the kitchen I'm guessing. Liam,Zayn,and Louis said they all had dates so they headed out. That left me alone with Harry. I texted mom telling her I'd be late and not to worry. Harry stood up and stretched. "Want a tour?" He asked. I shrugged,"Sure." He took me all around the house, and we finally made it to their music room. I was excited. He opened the door, and I walked in. It was open. Lots of windows. Everything had its place, guitar racks, a drum set and then a few steps up to a higher platform on which a piano sat. It was breathtaking. "You guys have everything." I mused aloud. I was really interested in the piano. I walked up the steps and caressed the keys softly. I sat down, and I was mesmorized and in my own little world. I forgot where I was. I sat down and began to play.