Baby be my Last First Kiss (a 1D Fan Fic)

Ch. 7

***Recap:

"Well help me get her back in the booth!" I snapped at Harry. Then mimicked his: "Harry Styles," snobbily. God I'm a jerk. ***

*still Taylor's POV*

We got Ari into the booth, well I might have kinda made him do most of the work, because it was his fault. Whatever. She would have died knowing.

After that, we sat down awkwardly and he didn't leave. I accidentally/on purpose ignored him.

He cleared his throat. "Uh, so.. What happened? Will she be ok?" He asked, genuinely concerned.

"Ugh," I rolled my eyes. "What do you think happened, dipshit? She's a diehard fan. Doesn't this happen to you often?"

"Oh.." He answered. Then, speaking above a mumble, "actually you would think so, but not that often, actually. Well. Not that we see anyway." I was actually honestly surprised he wasn't reacting to my very obvious rudeness. Maybe he wasn't so bad. Not in person, anyway. Oh my gosh Taylor what are you saying?

"So, she's a fan... I take it you're not?" Harry asked, probably already knowing the answer.

"Gee could ya tell? I'm sorry. I'm being pretty rude. Not really though, I'm just not into that whole celebrity thing."

"Yes, ok. But we're people, just like you," he smiled.

"Yeah but super filthy rich with people following them around all the time." I said.

"Yeah," he rubbed his temples. "It gets tiring, I'm actually surprised no one has found us here today."

"Well maybe they got sick of you. I have."

He winked at me. Blechhh. "You're cute, I like my girls a little feisty," that little a hole said, swatting my ass.

I gave him a death glare, and he held up his hands defensively. "Hey now, I'm sorry. Most girls would kill for me to do that to them." He said.

"I thought we already established the fact that I am not "most girls," I said with a duh voice.

"I can see that," he said, studying me. I think he's trying to get in my head. Figure me out. Ya know? Well not today, bitch! Gtfo of my head!

"Vas happenin' over here?" I hear a new voice say. A very husky sexy voice. Damn it Tay you aren't supposed to think anything good of these boys! Bradford... That's where it's from. Stop it!! They're selfish bitches.

Bradford came with the rest of the group, and they all slid in to the booth. It was one of those ones with two bench things across from each other, with 4, maybe 6 really small people spots at most. At the moment, there was 7 of us in here.

So, crammed.

I was on one side squished in the middle of the one with the high pitched voice (I think his name was.. Louis? Yeah cos they called him Lou.), and the blonde one. N...n..n...Niall? Yeah. On the other side was Harry next to Ari, who still wasn't awake, the one with the deep sexy -NO TAY. - the husky voice, Zayn, and on the end was Daddy Direction, Liam. I remembered his name because it was the least... Loud. If that makes sense. Never mind. Anyway, the boys started asking that asshole, Harry what happened. I covered my ears and rubbed my temples, they were so loud. Liam left to tell the waitress that they were gonna eat at our booth, thanks a lot Liam. I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one! The guys all looked at me like it was weird I wasn't fangirling. Here ya go bitches.

I fake fangirled and squealed "OMG One Direction!!! Ahhh!!!" I said in a monotone voice. This resulted in them all laughing.

"So, what happened?" The leprechaun asked.