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chapter 3 ··nandos··

"sure, why not?" louis smiled amd the rest of the boys walk in.

"im going to take a shower, be right back!!" i yelled going up the stairs.

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*NIALL'S P.O.V.*

i can't believe i said that out loud.

that was so embarissing. i have never done this before, but i can't get

over how pretty her eyes were, they were two perfections, two hazel

crystals with to endless orbits in the middle.

me and the lads entered the appartment; it was very small, two floors, a

small kitchen, one bedroom, a bathroom.. and the walls were grey, surely not my favourite.

me and a lads took a seat on the red couch.

"i'm going to take a shooweer!" we heard sofia yell.

harry giggled, and don't ask me, i have NO idea why.

"i know this isin't paradise, but it sure is somenthing" beatrice said, smiling

"can i get you anything? niall didin't you say you were hungry"

she smiled right at me, it felt so warm and welcoming.

"we were going to get dinner, and we wanted some company.." harry said

as his flirty self.

"sure, i'll tell sofia.." she smiled as she took her phone.

a couple minutes later sofia came in with a white tank top and a pair of

blue jeans and a ponytail.

"r-ready to g-go?" liam stuttered again, whats up with him today? well,

i'm gonna find out soon.

we walked down to nandos, wich was only a couple a blocks away.

"nandooossss!!! i chirped, sounding like a seven year old that arrived at a

toy store.

"i mean, were here"

they all laughed, I really need to stop acting like a baby.

"nandoooossss" sofia smiled at me, running to the resturant, taking harry

away with her.

harry scored.

i saw liam freeze, he looked like he was going to die inside staring at

sofia and harry.

SO THAT WAS THE PROBLEM! he liked sofia!

i was about to go cheer him up, but then i remembered bea was here right next to me, talking to me about  her life and everything about her.

so liam could definitely wait.

we entered nandos and sofia and harry already at a table waving at us.

*SOFIA'S P.O.V.*

"so, you're american? and you grew up in italy?! that is awesome" harry's

smile was so relaxing.

well, i forgot to tell you guys about me;

i was born in new Jersey the 22 of october 1992.

my mother lisa is from america and my father daniel is from an italian

island  in the middle of the mediteranian sea.

two years after my sister lucy was born, my parents decided to move

there.

i met beatrice in the 6th grade, when we started middle school, we were

in class together, we became friends in 7th grade and bff's  in the 8th.

after a year of practice, i tought her how to speak fluent english.           then we had to leave for college, and after years of lifesavings, here we

are.

"so.. are you bilingual?" harry asked me, smiling.

"si"  i replied, i couldn't help to wink.

he couldn't look more confused

"that means yes in italian..."

"i only speak one language, don't judge"

"i don't"

the other four and b ran up to us. niall rushed to sit next to bea, what a

cutie.

liam sat right next to me, so i was in a harry sofia liam sanwich

louis sat next to b and zayn brought over a chair and sat at the end of the table.

*BEATRICE'S P.O.V.*

it was so hot there.

it felt awkard how we were put , i had  zayn who would constantly stare

at me.

but my eyes were set on the the irish cutie next to me.

i mean look at him, his baby blue eyes, his died  blond hair with dark

roots that looked so hot on him... wait, did i just say hot?!

oh my god i have a crush on him.

not just any crush, i mean, i am a crazy directioner and having a crush on

an international star but thi was different, i have a crush on the niall

horan, him as a person, not him as a figure in a boy band...

SNAP OUT OF IT!

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM FOR TWO OURS AND YOU'RE ALREADY

FALLING FOR HIM.

i'm not some girl you see on the street you can take advantage of.

if someone wanted ~this~ they had to earn it.

taking a break! :))

this one was longer, and they will keep getting longer, trust me