Wagon Wheel

Just a band?

"So you're telling me that you sort of stalked me?" Lavender said as she leaned back against the tea shop's old wooden chair. After the slap that she delivered to the poor Irish boy, Niall, she felt that needed to at least make it up to him some how. Of course, she allowed Niall to pay, she wasn't fond of paying anything that wasn't necessary. Even if she loved tea.

"Like I said before, not really, but kinda of." Niall sheepishly answered, as his cheeks redden. Lavender open her mouth to reply to the blond boy when an young teen girl all but tackled Niall to the floor.

"OH MY GOD IT'S YOU!" The girl screamed, as she laid on top of Niall who by the looks of it was pretty shocked. Lavender just sat there flabbergasted, as the young girl began to talk a mile a minute.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it's really you. Oh I have been in love with you for years and now I finally get to see you. Oh my god, I can't believe this really is happening. Twitter is going to explode when I tweet about this. Will you have my children? Just say yes. Oh my fucking god." The girl screeched, her skin flushed with excitement.

"What the hell is going on?" Lavender asked mainly to Niall, but the teenage girl turned her attention on to the clueless lavender hair girl.

"How dare you not know that you are in presence of one of the greatest people ever. You are not worthy to breath this air of the god. Do you live under a rock or something?" The girl hissed, Niall's eyes where as large as saucers as this puny girl all but tells Lavender to die.

"Listen here peasant, I am much older than you so treat me like your god damn elder. I don't live under a rock, but obliviously you do since your manners are that of a caveman. If I knew who he was don't you think I would have some sort of reaction. Now that you kindly ruined my tea, I hope you have a wonderful fucking life." Lavender spatted to the girl who was almost in tears. Lavender grabbed her tea and purse, stood up and walked away from the crying girl and the boy who once was her stalker.

"God damn teens and their ill manners, who the hell taught them to be so rude." Lavender mumbled under her breath as she marched into the busy streets of London.

"Lavender, wait up!" Niall shouted in the distances, but Lavender chose to ignore the shouting Irish boy.

Just as she was about to walk across a busy street a hand latched it self's to Lavender's wrist and yanked her away from the street.

"Oh hell no, mother fucker." Lavender growled as she kneed her attacker in the groin. An audible grunt was heard followed by a string of curses in an thick Irish accent.

"Jesus Christ woman, what's with you beating the shit out of me." Niall barely breathed out as he held his family jewels.

"Oh fuck, I am so sorry Niall, I though you were attacking me. Oh man this is really bad. Do you live close?" Lavender blabbered on, kneeing down to the blue ball boy. After a few grunts and groans, Niall was able to tell Lavender his did indeed live close and tell her the address. During the embarrassing time of Niall trying to catch his breath, Lavender hailed a cab.

"Are you sure you are okay?" Lavender asked for the millionth time as the two entered in to Niall's flat.

"Yah, just fuck, where the hell did that come from? I mean I think you may have jammed one up there." Niall cringed as he sat on his leather couch, Lavender sat down next to him feeling awful.

"Do you want me to sooth the pain?" Lavender asked awkwardly, not knowing what to really do.

"Well you can put your hand down there for me, if you really want to." Niall commented suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows, causing Lavender to laugh hysterically.

"In your dreams, in your dreams." Lavender joked, patting Niall's arm in a friendly matter.

"Only in my dreams, you are screaming my name with passion, saying 'Oh Niall, yes, yes - Hey!" Niall whined rubbing his chest, Lavender then turn to the wall which held three giant platinum records with the name One Direction written across it.

"What's One Direction? It kinda sounds like what gay guys say to each other when they want to have sex." Lavender joked before glancing around the room t only notice more awards with the name on it.

"It's just this band that I am in." Niall nonchalantly said, throwing an arm around Lavender's shoulder.

"Just a band, Niall you have four Brits in the corner over there." Lavender pointed out, Niall peered over her to see the awards he and his band mates had earned.

"We're just this boy group that tours a lot-"

"You mean the biggest boy group since the beetles?" Lavender interrupted as she read one of the magazine covers that was framed. Niall face turned beet red as he uttered in agreement.

"Tell me everyone, and don't get in embarrass I particle live under a rock when it come to today's music." Lavender turned her full attention to the cute Irish boy, who was scratching his cheek.

"Well it all started on the X factor and we all were trying to making it as singers...." Niall started his story but Lavender focused on his appearance.

Fuck, this boy is attractive as hell. Even more attractive then Johnny Depp, Lavender thought as the boy talked on and on.

"There's five of us, Harry is the youngest, then yours truly, followed by Liam, then Zayn, and then Louis, who you met earlier today." Lavender's nose wrinkled in disgust when she heard the Louis boy's name.

"You mean to say Queen of England is your band mate, is he always so... sassy?" Lavender ask as she leaned against Niall shoulder. Niall began to laugh, his laugh made Lavender laugh which made Niall laugh even harder.

"What the fuck is this peasant doing in here." The man of the hour asked snottily, his eyebrows turned down and his nose wrinkled as Lavender's did too.

"Who the fuck are you calling a peasant?" Lavender retorted again in less then twenty four hours.