Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Thirty-One.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

I woke up to my alarm going off at half 8. My flight was at 12 and I still hadn’t finished packing. I quickly had a shower and changed into some leggings and a loose fitting jumper. I had a long flight a head of me. I threw last minute things into my case. I had my back to my bedroom door trying to close it when a voice scared the shit out of me. "Need a hand?" I jumped and turned around to find Harry leaning against the door frame. I remembered last night when he appeared soaked to the skin. I felt really bad so I made him sleep in the spare bedroom. He still hasn’t told me what he was trying to say last night though.

"Um, yeah. If you want to hold it closed and I’ll zip it up?" He nodded and sat on my case. I quickly zipped it up. Harry was about to say something when my phone vibrated.

Dylan: Hey gorgeous. What time is your flight? :) xx

Aimz: In two hours, why?xx

Dylan: I wanted to wish you good luck in person but I can’t get out of work until 1 ): good luck babe, I’ll miss you :) can’t wait for you to come home! :D xx

I locked my phone, smiling to myself like a freak. "Someone’s happy." Harry said, a little emotionless.

"What? Oh... yeah." I think I like Dylan, but then I see Harry and I just want to tell him that I still love him. Stupid love triangle.

~

I said a really awkward goodbye to Harry and got in the car with Dad. Meghan phoned me on the way to wish me luck. She hasn’t a clue that we all knew what she got up to last night. I said goodbye to Dad and headed for the check-in desk. As I waited in line I was reminded of that day I was standing here with Meghan. I had no clue how my life was about to change when those five guys walked in. My life was about to change again. The next time I walk through this airport, I’ll either be one step closer to my dream or coming back to my old life.

Liam’s P.O.V.

I woke up before Meghan. I kissed her lightly on the forehead and slowly pulled my arms from around her and slid out of bed. I threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I passed Niall on the stairs. "Well done mate!" He smirked and gave me a high-fived me.

Strange.

I didn’t really care because nothing could spoil my mood today. I walked into the kitchen to find Zayn and Louis eating breakfast. They all smirked like Niall when I walked in. "What is wrong with everyone today?" I asked, getting creeped out.

"Oh, nothing..." Zayn replied,  his smirk getting bigger.

"Did you use prote-" Louis started, but Zayn must have kicked him under the table. I ignored them and made myself toast and went into the living room. I watched 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S.' for a while then went to take my plate back into the kitchen. I walked in to find Meghan with her back to the door making herself breakfast. She was wearing one of my shirts with her underwear, but my shirt just covered her bum and no more. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her neck.

"Morning beautiful." I whispered. She smiled and turned around in my arms and put her arms around my neck.

"Hi." She smiled as we both leaned in, our lips meeting halfway.

"You look good in my clothes." I winked at her as she hit my chest playfully.

"I better head home, I have work soon." She said, pecking my lips. I pulled her close to me.

"Can you not call in sick? I don’t want you to go." I pouted which made her giggle. She leaned up and kissed me again. We were interrupted by Louis shouting.

"ZAYN! THEY’RE GETTING IT ON AGAIN!" We heard Zayn laugh from the living room. Meghan pulled away.

"I really have to go." She pecked my lips for a third time and ran upstairs. I followed her up the stairs. I walked into my room. Meghan turned around and saw me. "Out!"

"It’s my room!" I smirked at her.

"I don’t care I’m getting changed!" She came over and tried to push me out the door.

"I don’t see why it matters, I’ve seen it all before." I winked at her and her mouth fell open making a little ‘o’ shape.  My smirk widened and I let her push me out of the room giving me death stares.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I pulled my dress and heels back on. I walked back down the stairs and into the living room where the boys were, including Harry who had just arrived home. "I’m gonna head home now guys. I’ll see you soon." Liam got up and walked me out. He came right out to my car. I got in and put the window down.

"I’ll text you?" he said, leaning his head through the window.

"I might text you back." I smiled as he leaned down and kissed me. He didn’t seem to be pulling away any time soon so I beeped the horn and scared the shit out of him. I laughed as I pulled out of their driveway and waved at Liam before I went around the corner. I soon pulled up to my flat. I checked the time. It was just after 12 and I had to be in work for 1. I put my iPod into my docking station and blasted music through the flat. I jumped in the shower, smiling to myself as I remembered last night. I got myself ready as quick as possible. When I was ready, I turned off my music and lifted my phone and bag and headed back out to my car. I arrived at the cafe to find Josh and Phillip (Aimee’s dad) behind the counter. Josh looked up and gave me ‘the nod’ that guys do. "Vas happenin’ Josh?"

"What?" He looked at me confused. I laughed and walked into the kitchen, dropping my bag down in the corner.

"You mean Zayn hasn’t said that to you yet?"

"No..."

"Oh dear."

"Shut up and serve the customers." He handed me a small notebook and pen. I rolled my eyes at him and walked over to the table where two elderly people had just sat down.

"Good afternoon. May I take your order?" I asked, in my 'polite' voice.

~

I was clearing up a table when I heard the door open. "Meghan! I need your help!"

"What’s Niall done now, Liam?"

"Liam?" I turned around to find Dylan standing by the door looking puzzled.

"Sorry, you sounded like Liam when he's flustered and needs help." I smiled and giggled to myself, thinking about my perfect boyfriend. Dylan broke me out of my daydream by clicking his fingers in my face.

"I’m on my lunch break, I only have half an hour left."

"What's up?" I sat down at a table and Dylan sat in front of me.

"It’s about Aimee."

"Go on..."