Diner Girl *Harry Styles Love Story*

Chapter 3

"I'm putting Mrs. Tomlinson on my shirt!" Gia exclaimed as we made the One Direction shirts for the concert. It is five days away and we're all stressing out because I almost didn't make enough extra money to go, plus Crystal keeps messing up her shirt, which is making her freak out. 

"I messed up Mrs. Payne! I am legit going to cry!" She whined as she tried to fix the lettering on her shirt. 

"I don't understand what the big deal is. Its just a shirt." I said as I wrote Take Me Home on the back of my shirt in sparkly, silver glitter paint. Gia and Crystal told me that was the name of their album and I was forced to learn every single song on it, including their old album, Up All Night. 

"It is not just a shirt, Faith! The boys are going to see them on us and they need to look perfect." Gia snapped as she continued to write Mrs. Tomlinson on the back of her shirt. I rolled my eyes and moved my arm down to write Kiss You underneath Take Me Home.

"What boy are you putting on your shirt?" Crystal asked me. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Like are you putting, Mrs. Malik, or any of the other boys on it?" I raised my eyebrow and shook my head. 

"No." I looked down at my shirt. "I'm just writing all of their names, some song titles, and their album name. Thats it." Gia did a fake yawn. 

"Boring." 

"Well sorry, I'm not obsessed with them like you two are. I barely even want to go to this stupid thing." I snapped. 

"I thought you liked their music though." Crystal said. 

"I do," I smiled. "But you two are driving me nuts." I picked up my finished shirt to lay it down on the counter so it can dry without getting ruined. "I didn't know coming with you two involved dealing with whack jobs." I said once I entered the living room. They both gasped in mock hurt. 

"We are not whack jobs." Gia protested. I gave her a stern look. 

"Yeah, you kind of are." I took out my phone to check the time. 

5:00 p.m 

"I have to start dinner." I told Gia and Crystal as I walked to the fridge to take out hamburger meat so I could make tacos. It was Crystal's favorite and mine also. 

"What are we having?" Gia called to me.

"Tacos!" 

"Yuck." By the sound of her voice, I could just tell she was making a disgusted face. 

"I love tacos!" I heard Crystal shout.

"Would you want to stay for dinner?" I asked, loud enough for her to hear me. 

"If its not a bother!" She called back. I laughed and shook my head before turning the stove on and placing a skillet on top. I then dumped the red meat in to it and let it sit for a couple minutes. 

"Its not a bother." I told Crystal once I came back in to the living room. She smiled and nodded as she finished up her shirt. 

"What do you think?" I smiled. 

"Its," I bit my lip. "Great." She sighed and sat down. 

"Its horrible." I shook my head rapidly. 

"No, its actually not. You just messed up on two things. The rest is really great!" I exclaimed. She smiled. 

"Really?" I nodded.