Summer's POV
15 minutes later, we were pulling into the El Portal parking lot. Louis pulled into a space and turned off the car. He looked at me. "What," I asked. "You look gorgeous," he replied.
I looked down, hoping he wouldn't see me blush. I have a feeling he saw, though, because he laughed. He got out of the car and walked over to my side. I got out and grabbed his hand, and we walked into the restaraunt.
I saw a poster on the door that said three words: Open Mic Night. "Did you bring me here because you're craving Mexican food," I asked when I cought him looking at the poster. "Or are you participating in that," I said, gesturing towards the poster. He smiled. "What? Can't a guy take his totally hot girlfriend to a Mexican restaraunt on a date?"
"Of course he can," I replied. "I just always thought that guy would be Harry and that girl would be Zara." I noticed the first week I met Harry that he loved tacos. Every time we would all get together for dinner and I asked what we should have, Harry would call out "TACOS!!!"
Louis just laughed. A waiter came over to our table with menus. "Hello. My Name is Tasha, and I'll be your waiter today." She looked at me. "What can I get you to drink?" I looked at the drinks. "I'll have rootbeer, please," I said.
She looked at Louis and for the first time, started to realize who he was. She suddenly got all nervous. "A-and what would y-you like to drink?" Louis smiled, and the girl looked like she might faint. "I'll just have a water please," he said. The girl nodded and went to get our drinks.
"Should I be worried," I asked teasing him. He shook his head. "Not at all," he replied.
Marina's POV
I checked my phone. 6:24. Zayn would be here any minute. He was coming over to help me with homework. I hearrd a knock on the door. "Coming," I called. I opened the door and there he was, looking as good as ever. He smiled when he saw me. "Looking good, Mina," he said.
"Thanks."
" Let's get to work. What is it you need help on?"
"Math."
"OK. Lets get to work."
And hour later, I was bored of math. "Marina, concentrate," Zayn said. I hate that about him. He's always telling me to concentrate.
"Math is hard," I said.
"Only because you're not concentrating."
" Yes I am."
"What have I been talking about for the past 10 minutes?
"Um, the importance of math?"
"No. I've been talking about how to find the hypotenouse of a triangle using the Pythagorean Theorem."
"The what using the what?"
"My point exactly."
"You know what I would really like to do," I asked pulling him on top of me. "What," he said. I looked at him and smiled. "I think you know," I said pulling off his shirt. He smiled and nodded.
