Love Me or Love Me Not... (One Direction fan-fiction)

LMOLMN: Chapter 11

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Lyza's POV:

*Ignore him. Just ignore him.*

I am currently stalking out of the library; four books in my hand, two guys behind me. My inside voice felt as if four books were WAY to light for a whole month! So I suddenly have this strong urge to run back to library and stalk through more awesome covers & names.

"So where are we going now?" Harry Styles, a.k.a. The Flirt was strolling casually behind me, with his fruit-coloured hoodie up obscuring the view of his kinda cute face and amazing curls. I would admit that he's cute, only, he's too flirty. And that just ruins all chances.

And that also made me change my decision on going back to the library.

"Home." my voice sounded emotionless and robotic. I have been giving him one word answers ever since he started to talk to me. Wait wait wait, let me rephrase that! I have been giving him one word answers ever since he OPENED UP HIS FLIRTING MOUTH. However, Harry is still the luckier of the two; I've been ignoring Niall completely.

"That's great, we can all go to your house!" And that's when I lost it. In the car park. With two famous heart-throbs.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Look, Harry. You're cute and you seem kinda nice, but I am NOT INTERESTED! I don't mean to go all diva on you, but I have had enough trouble in this so called love life of mine," I used emphasis on "love life" by using air quotes. "Maybe I'll introduce you to one of my friends, but please, can you just leave ME alone?"

Not giving them anymore time to answer, I speedily turned to my Mercedes and literally threw myself in before turning on my car and reversing. But there was only one thought in my mind as I drove all the way home.

What the heck am I turning into?

•••MONDAY 12:16 LOUIS' CAR•••

Ashy's POV:

Here I am. Sitting next to Louis Tomlinson in a beautiful Black Lamborghini, listening to awesome music whilst chomping on a mouth-watering selection of McDonald's Chicken Selects. How did this happen?

Well, let's recap shall we? (I used a creepy voice BTW)

For the past 30 minutes, I have been showing Louis around, not caring one bit that he had to hide in his hoodie and glasses. If anything, he looked awesome!

After strolling around the surprisingly empty area for at least 20 minutes, he exclaimed how food needed to be in his digestive system or he will die of starvation. Being the food lover I was born to be, we took his car to McDonalds.

Passing by a little girl with earplugs in, I suddenly felt an odd urge to turn the radio on. So without hesitation, I did. Oddly enough, Louis didn't seem to mind and grinned childishly at me. But it took me like 20 seconds to find something good playing! It was only when Demi Lovato Heart Attack blasted through the very pretty speakers did I put my hand down and sighed with relief. Louis seemed to like my song choice for I saw in the corner of my eye his beautifully-shaped head bobbing up and down.

Once we got to McDonald's, we decided it was safer to get a take away so no one notices a totally famous heart-throb celeb ordering and sitting down in a public restaurant. He ordered a Whopper while I took Chicken Selects. Not long later, the blonde who gave us our order suddenly noticed who was the guy behind the sunglasses and ogled at him shamelessly as he handed her the money. Of course my jealousy was as see through as diamonds. Straight after an ear-piercing shriek came from the petite figure before she fainted. And what surprised me was when Louis grabbed something from under his seat and slid through the window so the man standing inside McD's could grab it.

Louis looked at my curious face as he drove out of the car park and raised a nicely arch-shaped eyebrow. When he realised what I was so confused about he told me a one word answer that made everything as clear as a wine-glass. "Autograph."

Anyway, we are currently now going to Louis's house (or really, One Direction's Mansion). We talked for a little while, having a few question every now and then. But afterwards, silence started to fill the car. Only it wasn't an awkward and tense silence. It was nice, peaceful, almost...comfortable. Yeah, that's the right word.

Once we stopped in the garage, which I must say was HUGE, Louis took a step out and ran to my door. Before I could open it, Louis decided now was the time to start acting like a gentlemen so he did it for me and stuck his hand out for me to take. I giggled at how cute he was acting but played along, nevertheless. Taking his oh-so-warm hand, I spoke to him in a posh manner.

"Why thank you, kind sir." he seemed to have understood at what I was doing, he replied back.

"Anything for you, m'lady." those words were enough to make my insides melt and when he winked at me, I felt like screaming of euphoria.

We walked inside and wandered for a few minutes before hanging out in the living room. Inside was Niall chomping on some mac & cheese as 2 empty boxes of pizza sat by his feet. NIALL! Oh wow. But the look he had on his face was, sad. And Louis noticed as well.

As Louis walked over to Niall and sat next to him, I stood by the edge of the sofa, giving them a little space.

"Hey man what's up?" Niall's head shot up and he frowned.

"A girl. She's so confusing..." Wait, is he talking about Lyza or is he already over her. I hope the former. "She says she forgives me, but straight after she ignores me and gives me the cold shoulder! What's up with that?"

"Don't worry about her, I'm sure she'll get over it!" Louis patted his back as a sign of comfort. But Niall still looked depressed.

"Yeah...I don't think Lyza's like that."

LYZA! I knew it was her! I finally found my voice and spoke to him.

"Lyza's been completely bipolar lately. I need to have a talk to her! She is acting completely opposite to what she usually is like. So...uh, don't worry."

The two boys must of forgotten I was even there because when I spoke up, they both looked surprised.

I suddenly realise it was already 2 o'clock and I needed to talk to Lyza. I told Louis I needed to leave and I bolted straight for the exit, but he ran to me and grabbed my wrist, gently might add. "Thank you, I really liked hanging around you."

I smiled at him sweetly before echoing his words. Standing on my tippy-toes, I kissed his cheek before running out the door. After calling for a taxi, a white car with writing on it came up and I hopped in it.

"Where to, miss?"

Muttering the address of Lyza's mother's house, I clicked my seat belt on. In a couple of minutes we got there and I payed for the ride whilst telling him to keep the change.

Running to the doorstep, I took out my key and slit it into the hole. Yes, I've a key to Lyza's house. As I walked in, I noticed how luggage was set by the living room sofas. Lina. Ignoring all distracting thoughts out of my head, I ran to Lyza's bedroom and saw her on her bed reading a book. It was Leo Tolstoy's War & Peace.

"Light reading, huh?"

She put the bookmark in before closing it swiftly. "Shut up." her voice held a teasing tone and I couldn't help but chuckle softly at her.

Every serious possessed my voice as I muttered the next 4 words.

"We need to talk."

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