The Spaces Between Us | hariana | liriana

|46| Flipping The Coin

"They don't know what we do best. It's between me and you, our little secret."

-They Don't Know About Us

One Direction

ARIANA'S POV

"Do you have a map? I seem to be getting lost in your eyes." Liam hits me with another pickup line, leaving me laughing my ass off.

"Just stop trying!" I tell him, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Nope. Not until I get you to blush." He replies.

"Or until I vomit." I hear Harry mutter behind me, and I glance back at him.

I'm still a tad bit mad at him over the whole "friend-zoning" thing. He just came out and decided it without even talking with me about it. Yeah, I would've friend-zoned him, too. But that's not the point. The point is he didn't talk to me about it, and frankly, I don't like being friend-zoned. I do the friend-zoning, not the other way around. Maybe I'm overreacting.

But that's not why I'm hanging with Liam. We got pretty close before. Really close, actually. And I don't want it to seem like Harry is my top priority. Because he's not.

We reach the restaurant, and Liam opens the door for me.

"Ladies first." He bows his head slightly at me.

"Thank you, kind sir." I mock his British accent, doing a little curtsy before walking in.

"That actually wasn't that bad of an accent." Zayn compliments me.

"Thanks." I smile.

"Do an Irish one now!" Niall urges, after Louis tells the lady that we need a table for six.

"Uh..." I pause, knowing it's going to sound terrible. Nevertheless, I attempt to do it. "I don't know if I can do an Irish accent."

"Wow." Niall scratches the back of his head.

"That was horrible. I sound like my lucky charms." I shake my head, and Liam laughs.

We sit down at a round table in this order: Harry, me, Liam, Zayn, Louis, Niall.

"Okay, last one." Liam says.

"Better make it count, Li." Louis informs him.

"Alright. Are you my appendix? Because I don't really understand how you work, but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out." He says, and I have to applaud him.

"That one was good. I gotta give you props for that one." I tell him. "But I'm still not blushing...."

"Better luck next time, then." He grins at me.

I giggle. "Sure." Harry then nudges me, and I turn to him.

"Are you still mad at me?" He questions.

"I'm over it. It's cool." I shrug at him.

The waiter soon approaches us, smiling at me, asking for our drinks. The boys ask for water or lemonade, and I ask for a glass of wine.

"Oh, a rebel. Right before your interview." Zayn looks surprised.

"I need something in my system right now...." I tell them.

The waiter, Ryan, comes back with our drinks. He then asks for our orders. I let the boys order first, while I figure out what I want to eat.

Ryan writes down the boys' choices, then looks up at me. "And for the beautiful lady?"