Eleanor, Zayn, Niall, Harry, Liam, Lou, Emerald (who we found hiding behind a trashcan), and I all made it out of the shopping center within ten minutes. We were forced to sneak all the way back to our cars, and when we finally made it there we paused to talk.
"Well," Zayn huffed, "that was... interesting." Emerald, Eleanor and I shared a look of humor. I bit my lip, trying to keep from laughing. Zayn rolled his eyes at us, but was obviously fighting a smile of his own. The rest of the boys just stared at us, as if they still weren't sure it was really us us. Only then did I realize we were still covered in makeup.
Then my thoughts were brought back to the kiss Niall and I had shared. My heart-race doubled just at the thought of it, and then got even faster when I realized somebody might have seen us. I mean, obviously somebody had to have seen us.
But who saw us? A fan? No, probably quite a few fans saw us. There would most likely be an article about it in the next magazine I read. What if it was one of the boys? Oh god, what if it was Harry? We did just break up-
"Al? What do you think?" Liam said, snapping me back to reality. I blinked cluelessly at him, having no idea what he was talking about.
"What do I think of what?" I asked, frowning. They all broke into smiles, making me even more confused. I really did need to pay attention to our conversations more. Sometimes, we discussed very important things.
Emerald, laughing slightly, answered, "We want to know what you think we should do next. And you might want to decide quickly - I see some crying girls coming out here into the parking lot." I glanced back at the entrance to the shopping center and saw that, sure enough, a huge crowd of the fans were heading toward us.
Running, to be more specific. I couldnt help but think, It's like a scene from a zombie movie. I looked worriedly from Emerald to quickly-moving crowd. Hastily, I replied, "I'll text you. Right now let's just get out of here."
Everbody agreed and we hopped into the nearest cars. Emerald and Eleanor had driven here together, and the boys had all come in an SUV, so we had a total of three cars. Noticing that the screaming group of fans was nearly a row away from us, we ignored whose car was whose and jumped in.
I ended up in the back of my dad's car that I drove here. I tossed whoever was sitting in driver's seat my set of keys and clicked my seat belt on, hearing someone else hop in to the seat next to the driver. The engine started and we roared out of the parking spot.
As we sped toward the main road and past squealing girls, I decided to find out who I was riding with. With a quick glance around, I found that Harry was driving and Niall was in the passenger seat, smiling and waving to the fans outside the window.
Once we were safely out on the highway, I pulled my phone out and began texting Emerald. After discussing with Harry and Ni, I let her know to meet us at my house. She passed the message on to Eleanor, who was apparently driving the SUV now. Liam and Em ended up in El's car, and Louis, El, and Zayn in the boys' car.
"Liam and Emerald are together?" Harry asked, sounding annoyed and a little... jealous? I smirked at Niall, who also detected the tone of jealousy.
"Yes," I said slowly. "Is that a problem?" Harry shook his head vigorously - perhaps a bit too vigorously. Niall wiggled his eyebrows mockingly at me and I bit back laughter. Harry and Emerald, hm? I suppose I could imagine that.
Niall leaned toward Harry, grinning evilly. He questioned, "What do you think of Emerald, Haz? She's pretty cute, isn't she?" A pang of jealously jabbed my heart at that. I shrugged it off quickly, though, because I knew that Niall was just teasing Harry. But he still called her cute... I thought, and then nearly slapped myself for it.
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