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*Harry's POV*
I'm still out of breath with the performance we had tonight. We really had fun. Answering twitter questions and doing requests of the fans were absolutely fun. I couldn't wait for our next show.
"Guys you had a blast tonight. I'm so proud of you." Irish yelled. That's what she always say every after show. Her eyes glittering with amazement and joy.
"Thanks Irish! Well, you're a good cheerer and that makes us all hype every time!" Niall grinned.
"So where shall we eat? My Harry's treat!" Irish said, clasping her hands.
"What? Why me?" I questioned.
"Because I said so. And besides, we're all hungry so you should treat us. I'm gonna decide where we will eat! So come on guys, hurry up. My stomach's protesting." she instructed.
We headed to the car and went to Nando's (which Irish suggested and we all agreed to go and eat). Niall couldn't help himself but jumped first out of the car as soon as we arrived. The place after his own heart.
We went out of the car after Louis, Zayn and Liam. Irish and I were next to each other. As Irish stepped out of the car, she tripped and fell to the ground. I quickly grabbed her arm and waist and help her to stand and gain balance.
"You should be careful though." I whispered to her.
Her cheeks suddenly turned red before looking at me to say "Thank you."
And of course, the papparazi were around the restaurant. Cameras flashed, blinding my sight. I grabbed Irish closer to me as I escorted her inside the restaurant.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. Its just kinda.. weird." Irish replied, rubbing her eyes.
We settled on the table at the right corner, not that far from paparazzi sight.
Irish was quite overwhelmed with them. She's not used to this kind of thing. Irish ordered for the two while she let the other boys choose theirs.
We had peri-peri chicken, double chicken breast fillet burger, and one jumbo platter. Irish and Louis were the comedians of the night. They threw banters and jokes to us which literally made my night. Irish laugh made my heart dropped an inch. I don't know. There's something with the way she turned on me, forcing me to laugh at her sick jokes. Her beautiful hazel brown eyes that reflects her blissful heart and her cheeks dimpled when she smiles and.. and why am I saying this?
I pulled out of my thoughts as Niall sneezed really loud. Liam then discussed the game I had no idea about.
"Okay since we are six, we're gonna work by pair, me and Zayn, Niall and Lou and Irish and Harry. We're gonna have an eating contest!" Liam said, raising his hands.
"If I were you guys, I would probably back off." Niall said, suggesting us to just surrender.
"We're not that kind of people Niall. Let's just see what you've got!" Irish replied, stomping her fist on the table.
We ordered 6 jumbo chips for us, 2 jumbo chips for each pair and three pitcher of iced tea. I was already full but we couldn't let Niall win this game.
Liam instructed us before the game. "First to finish their food wins okay? In three, two, one." And the food match began.
Irish shoved chips in my mouth. We fed each other hurriedly. No one wants to lose this game of course. We sipped on our drinks together. I saw Niall guzzled their chips and drinks while Louis was just ogling at him. He's really taking this too seriously. Irish suddenly choked. She grabbed my shoulder, asking for some drinks. Irish snatched the drink out of my hands and drunk straight to the pitcher. Her hands were shaking.
"Finished! Aha" Niall yelled, causing Irish to get startled and accidentally poured r the drink on herself. We all turned into her.
"You look hot.. and wet." I said in a serious tone.
The boys then cackled. She sent me the 'Irish glare' which meant to me that 'I have to be scared'.
"We lose! This is your fault!" She said, hitting me on my shoulder.
"Hey, that hurts." I replied.
She wiped her clothes and tied the wet part of her shirt behind her, revealing her stomach and belly button. She then walked to the bathroom. She's cute when she's pissed.
After a moment, she went back on our table with someone behind her.
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*Irish's POV*
My shirt was half soaked with iced tea. I decided to tie it behind me and went to the bathroom.
As I was fixing my clothes and cleaning my hands, some familiar voice called me.
"Irish. What happened to you?" Melissa asked, looking at me like a teenage dirt bag. In all fairness, compared to me, she was way stunning with her red dress.
"Hey Melissa. I-I soaked myself with iced tea but its fine. Are you having dinner here?" I asked, just to turn the attention away from me.
"Yeah. with my college mates. Who's with you?" She asked curiously.
"Uh. I'm with the boys. Come on, they'll be glad to see you." I said, though I know Harry wouldn't be glad to see her.
We went back on our table, Melissa walking behind me.
"Hey guys, look who I saw at the powder room." I said.
"Hi Melissa! How are you?" Niall asked, nonchalantly.
"I'm good. You look you're having a good time huh? Melissa asked.
"Yeah. and we're also done and we have to go. Come on babe, let's go home now so you can change clothes." Harry responded, he's always in a rush.
"Okay. Have a nice night, Melissa." I said. The other boys greeted her too before marching out of the restaurant.
The annoying paparazzi were still there. Harry held my hand and covered my head as the cameras flashed in our faces.
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"Good morning! Oh. What's with the news?!" I asked Liam, sitting on the couch.
He just looked at me then turned his attention to the TV.
"One Direction was spotted last night at Nando's and Harry Styles clinging with a new girl named Irish..."
We are in the news. That's what in the news. Why didn't I see this coming? I thought as I saw me and Harry on the news..
