"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"Jealousy Keeps Containing Me"

(So my mum was in America and got me the Target Deluxe Edition of SGFG even though I already bought myself the regular deluxe but whatever anyhow she bought the one Luke's cover unintentionally just because it was blue like wIN!)

The day had finally arrived: I was about to meet Niall Horan.
It took me ages to decide what to wear, but eventually I settled on my white Abbey Road tank top, which had originally been a t shirt until I cut the sleeves off, with a pair of blue ripped skinny jeans. I tied two small pieces of hair back and pinned it with an aqua hair bow, contrasting to my jet black (heart) nail polish.
My white converse complimented the whole outfit nicely, and I thought I actually looked pretty good.

"Luke!" I called, beckoning him in from the main part of the room into the hotel bathroom.
"Yes?" He asked, appearing in the doorway.
I turned to him. "Do I look okay?" I asked, biting my light-pink-coloured lip.
"You look great," Luke told me with a warm smile.
"Are you sure?" I asked anxiously. "Is it too simple?"
"No, you look beautiful," Luke assured me.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"You seem more nervous than when you met Troye," Luke observed as I wrung my hands out of habit, following him out of the bathroom and sitting on the bed.
"Well I've never spoken to Niall before, besides the couple of times on Twitter, and plus... He's like, really famous, Luke," I confessed.
"Niall's a nice guy, Paris, I promise," Luke chuckled.
"I never said he wasn't," I replied. "But he's met so many cool people and he's going to be the most famous person I've met and everyone knows who he is."
"You're cool," Luke said. "Everyone loves you. You'll be fine."
I took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm ready. Time to slay."
Luke laughed. "That's my girl."
I beamed, standing up. "Let's go get the boys."

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The ride to Niall's was short, and I was wringing my hands and playing with my fingers the whole time. Eventually, Luke just grabbed my hands and held them still, distanced by the constant movement of my fingers.
"Stop," he said sternly, causing me to frown.
"I can't help it," I reminded him.
"I know," Luke sighed.

A few minutes later we were pulling into Niall's driveway, leading up to a beautiful stone house on a sprawling green lawn.
"Wow," I breathed, my eyes wide.
Luke chuckled. "Like you said: he's really famous."
"And really rich," Michael chimed in.
"No kidding," I said, getting out of the car.
We approached the door, all crowded around the entrance as Luke pressed the doorbell.

A moment later, a grinning Niall opened the door.
I swear to god, I could have fainted on the spot. Photos most definitely did not do him justice.
His smile reached his eyes, which glowed a warm bright blue.
"You must be Paris," Niall said cheerfully, bringing me into a hug.
If Niall was a gun, he'd already be out of bullets from firing so many at my heart. (Idk what this is its just funny okay)
"You must be Niall," I joked, knowing he knew I was a fan.
"You would be right," Niall played along. "Come in!"
He moved out of the way, allowing us to follow him into the spacious living room with large windows.
Once we were all seated, me between Ashton and Niall, Niall turned to me.
"It's so nice to finally meet you!"
I almost choked. "You too! I've been a fan ever since I was in the 6th grade."
"Exactly how old are you?" Niall asked, looking confused.
"16," I answered promptly.
"Wow, I would've guessed 19," Niall said, looking surprised. "Must be the air of sophistication."
"Oh yes, my ripped skinny jeans, Beatles tank, and converse are very sophisticated," I said with a smirk.
"Maybe sophisticated isn't the right word," Niall said. "How about mature?"
"I'll accept mature," I said with a coy smile and a nod.
Niall laughed. "Glad to hear it," he smiled, a twinkle in his eyes.
He turned his focus to the boys.
"Excited about the show tonight?" He asked them.
"Very," Ashton nodded. "Irish crowds are always fun."
"It's cause we know how to party," Niall chuckled. "Which reminds me: who wants a drink?"
A chorus of "me"s came from Ashton, Michael, and Calum.
I could tell Luke wanted to say yes.
I gave him a pointed Luke. "Go ahead and have one, Luke," I told him. "I can drive home."
"Are you sure?" Luke looked uneasy.
"Of course," I half laughed. I stood up. "Here, I'll go get you one."