"Right bed time Lizzy and Hannah!" my sister called out after we finished the twitcam. I gave her the death stare. If looks could kill, she would be butchered and buried in a coffin by now.
"Don't look at your sister like that!" Louis said half joking, half serious.
"It's kind of rude Lizzy." El stated.
"Oh shut up! It was a joke god dammit!" I exclaimed throwing my hands up in the air and marching through to my room closely followed by Hannah. "Bitch." I mumbled and Hannah gave a nervous laugh. I smirked and looked up at her.
"What?" asked Hannah giving me a suspicious look.
"I'm gonna phone that guy!!" I sing songed.
"The waiter?"
"Yep!" I replied digging out his number from the bottom of my bag and grabbing my phone. "Should I text or phone?"
"Text, it's easier." Hannah told me and I nodded and began to type.
'Hi, it's the girl from the restraunt.'
And send.
"Lets get ready for bed I'm tired." Hannah stated. We both brushed our teeth and put on our pyjamas and jumped into our beds. Well in Hannah's case, the floor.
"Go to turn the lights off." I ordered and Hannah growled at me before getting back up and switching off the light.
-buzz buzz-
I picked my phone up from the bedside cabinet and opened up the new text.
'Hi, it's the waiter from the restraunt :) fancy a date?x'
"Hannah!! he asked me on a date!"
"What?! Say yes!"
'Sure, when?:)'
'Tomorrow nite? 7:30?:)'
'Sure! Where abouts?:)
'What about the place down by the big lake?'
'That's fine, c u then:)'
'Can't wait ;)'
I smiled to myself and put down my phone.
"Going on a date?"
"Hell yeah!"
YOU ARE READING
Take Me Home
Fanfiction16 years old. Lizzie is taken. Fast forward a bit. 3 years later. Lizzie escapes. Lizzie goes home. But things were never going to go back to normal. Especially when sisters, bestfriends, boysand bad attitudes are involved. //// A/N I'm so sorry...
