"Y-you like me?"I stutter.
"Yeah. It's okay if you don't feel the same way.. I kinda figured you would reject me anyways." He sighs looking at the ground.
"Jake. I'm not rejecting you. It's just that I don't know you that well, so maybe if we can hang out sometime and get to know each other better?" I ask. "Like.. After our cars get fixed? "
"Sounds good. Can I see your phone?" He asks.
"Sure. But don't laugh at it. It's way old." I say handing him my phone, taking his.
We exchange numbers ands I call a toe truck place. After I get off of the phone, I check the time and It's 4:07. "Shit. I have to go, Jake. My mom needs me home in 20 minutes."
"Okay. I'll text you later, Doll face." he says smirking.
"Bye Jake." I start walking to my house. A black Range Rover pulls up beside me and the passenger window rolls down, revealing a brunett with a quiff.
"Well, hello, Gorgeous." He says.
"Louis, right?" I ask walking to the side of the car.
"Yeah. Where is your car?" He asks me,
"My friend Jake crashed into it. His breaks failed when he was pulling out of his parking spot." I say thinking about his shiny brown hair and his blue-grey eyes. What am I doing?
"That's to bad! Where are you headed?" Niall pops his head out the back window.
"My house. I need to be there in 7 minutes." I say backing away from the car, secretly wanting them to offer me a ride becuase it's a chilly day in England.
"We could give you a ride if you want?" Harry asks from the driver's side.
"That would be great. Thanks!" I smile and open the door. There's nowhere to sit, so I sit on Niall who lets out an "umf"
The car ride was full of small talk. Once we pull up to my house, I get out and go around to the driver's side door, where Harry was at. "You're a terrible driver." I say once he rolls down his window. Feeling satisfied, I turn around and walk into my house.
"Honey! Youre just in time." She said hugging me and then giving me an apron. "W'e're having company over tonight. Bake the cake while I make dinner?"
"Sure thing mom." I say slipping my apron over my head and pulling my hair out from underneath the strap. "Who's coming over for dinner?"
"The guy Jake and his father."
"Oh." this is going to be awkward.
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