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Chapter 8
•Liam•

I would be lying if I said Louis and I didn't spend most of the concert looking for the boys who had disappeared. We had a couple of times that we thought we had spotted them, but they turned out to be really tall teenage girls. It wasn't exactly a pretty sight.

After two hours of jumping around and disappointment, Louis, Zayn, and I loaded into the vans and headed home. "I still wonder where those boys went," Louis wondered.

"What boys?" Zayn asked curiously. Louis and I went on to explain the two boys we had seen before the concert, and how we wanted to track them down. "Oh, those boys? I saw them. Front row. The blonde was short, easy to miss. The curly one just kinda stood there. They both looked a bit out of place," He told us. If looks could kill, Louis might have killed Zayn 7 times over by now.

"Zayn!" He snapped. "I thought we had an agreement! You see any cute guys, you point them out to Liam and me!" Louis' one changed from angry to whiny.

"I didn't think they were that important!" Zayn held his hands up in defense. "And they didn't look that cute! Though, there was something about the blonde..." He looked up into the air, trailing off. I wanted to hit him.

"Zayn!" Louis whined again.

"Louis, it's no use." I say, trying to calm the Doncaster lad. "We might never see them again. Now, who's up for some Nando's?" They laugh at my fake enthusiasm, and we all went out to the car Preston had waiting for us.

The car ride there was surprisingly quiet for us. Preston would attempt to make us laugh or joke or something, but soon realized that it was really no use. Louis and I were quite upset, and Zayn was finding some way to distract himself.

"Boys, we're here," He addressed us. "Do you want me to come in with you or sit here and wait?" Preston raised an eyebrow at us, as if he were trying to figure out if we were really responsible enough to eat alone.

"We'll be fine," I tell him, the unbuckle my seat belt and lead the boys out of the car.

We all took a seat in one of the smaller booths at Nando's, ordered our usuals, and sat there in quiet conversation for the rest of the wait.

"Uh, lads?" Zayn attempted to get Louis and me's attention. "Um... Look over there." He gestured to the other side of the restaurant, where a small blonde and a taller brunette sat together.

"That's them," Louis said in awe. I nodded along with him, staring at the blonde with longing.

"Well, don't just sit there!" Zayn huffed. "Go say hi or something! I don't want to see you two obsessing over boys you may never see again. Just go talk!" He shoved Louis and me out of the booth.

Louis stumbled, and I reached my hand out to grab for his elbow, pulling the both of us back to our feet. "You ok?" I asked quietly to him. I'm not sure why I'm whispering. I clear my throat and ask the same question, just a bit louder.

"I'm fine," He mutters back. "Now, let's go make a move or something!" He laughs and begins to stroll over to the other lads. I roll my eyes and jog behind him, hoping this all ends well.

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WHAT IS IT WITH ME AND CRAPPY ENDS I MEAN SERIOUSLY -.-

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(As of 13/6/13)

NEWLY EDITED ON:

(20/02/14)