Head Over Heels (One Direction Fic)

Chapter 5

I composed myself as best I could and answered, “yeah you too,” I took the moment to look over Megan. She was just as perfect as I’d imagined her. Tall, but not taller than Liam, with perfectly curled hair, although I speculated that it had been styled and would normally hang just as perfectly straight. Her legs looked like they would go on for miles and were tanned and toned. All of the sudden I felt unbelievably frumpy in my, probably too tight, black dress. Now I’m not one for self-consciousness, but if you’d seen this chick you would understand. She could wear sweats and you would feel inferior. And she was nice. Her smile wasn’t one of those fake ones that you can see right through. She seemed genuinely happy to meet me, like she thought we could bond about being the only girls at this dinner or something.

I jumped a bit as an arm wrapped around my waist. Still in the shock from coming face to face with someone who Liam had talked about for a good part of the day, I leaned into the body that the arm belonged to. “you don’t have to stand all night, although if you want that’s fine, I could sit down, gives me a great view of your bum in that dress.”

Then I realized who was touching me, but instead of jerking away I slid into the booth followed by Harry. I just thought he had invaded my personal space this morning, clearly I knew nothing about up close and personal with Harry Styles.

My hands swapped positions from sitting awkwardly to the table to accidentally brushing Harry’s leg as I tried to place them gracefully in my lap. Harry leaned over to Louis and said something I couldn’t hear before leaning to me, “You look fit as hell tonight, I don’t think I can say that enough,” he huskily whispered, “I’m sure he regrets Megan being here.”

I looked at him disgusted whispering as best I could, “I’m not a slut, Styles. Her being here has nothing to do with whether anything would happen. Besides I’m here with you, right?” I ended sarcastically.

“Whatever you say,” He said picking up a glass, that the waiter had delivered after a quick word from Louis, and putting it in between us. I eyed the cup filled with carbonated cherry colored liquid.

“You order girly drinks other than your daily coffees?”

He chuckled, “This is actually for you. You need to loosen up a bit.”

“How do I know you haven’t ruffied it?”

He rolled his eyes and took a sip, “There, now we’re both drugged.”

I wrapped my hand around the glass taking a sip, “Cranberry juice and vodka?”

“And ginger ale,” he added.

“Keep them coming.”

“Will do,” he answered taking a sip of his pint that had just arrived at the table.

Dinner, surprisingly, proved to be more fun than I’d originally expected. Other than me resisting the urge to grimace at how cute Liam and Megan were as a couple, which was pretty damn cute, I had a good time. And actually even with their nauseating cuteness couldn’t be seen as annoying. The guys seemed to get on really well, not just one of those bands that pretended to be friends to avoid crushing their fans hearts. Speaking of fans, a few brave souls trickled over to the table and snagged pictures with whichever member they were currently obsessed with, or in a few select cases they got a picture with all five. I noticed the camera phones being discreetly pulled out of purses and creeper shots being taken, but the boys ignored it. One thing I couldn’t ignore was the overwhelming presence of Harry’s hand as it rested on my thigh. I’d already swatted it away a couple of times, half-heartedly. He could tell that my repulsion for him was dwindling.