Unusual

Calls

*Marie's POV* 

The guys and I walk into Nando's I look around skeptically when I see the place completely empty except for a few workers. "Uh, where are all of their customers? Isn't this place usually really busy?," I frown, the three of them chuckle. 

"We always rent out the restaurant whenever we go out to eat so that we're not bothered by fans," explains Liam, I nod my head in understanding, makes sense. They probably would be like tackled or something if they didn't, also the paparazzi would be here in seconds if they found out 1D is here. When we all finally find Niall at one of the back tables, he's already ordered for everyone. 

"Don't worry I didn't get you anything too spicy Marie, you either Liam," chuckles Nialler.  

"Thanks Ni," I grin sitting besides him, Liam sits in front of me, and Harry sits next to Liam, we all pull down our hoods and take off our sunglasses since the table we're at has all the blinds closed around it. The guys and I chat for a little while waiting for our food, the topics varying from what inspired them to audition for, "The Voice," to Niall's fear of pigeons, and finally to Liam's fear of using public spoons. 

"So Marie what are you afraid of?," asks Harry. I purse my lips in thought, there are lots of things I'm afraid of, I just have to choose the least depressing, but also one they can't hold against me or prank me with. 

"Uh, I'm afraid of heights," I shrug, it's not my top chronic fear, but it's a fear. 

"Same," chuckles Harry, I smile with him, I go to say something else, but get interrupted by someone. 

"Here's your orders," we all turn to the waitress, she has bleach blonde hair and blue eyes, I'd call her a total stereotype queen bee if we were in high school, she's wearing the workers uniform, but her boobs are huge and I'm pretty sure she got her uniform two sizes too small because some of her cleavage is sticking out, she's also staring right at Niall, it isn't like a friendly stare either it's a, I'd take you right here, right now, if you wanted me stare. 

"Thanks love," he smiles. Love? Why is he calling her that? I know it's just something that people from England call strangers, but still, I don't like him calling her love for some reason. The girl slowly bends down to hand us each of us our lunch's, as if showing off her boobs. I grind my teeth and resist the urge to claw her eyes out. She's ruining what use to be a perfectly pleasant lunch with my friends and turned it into a hoe fest! 

"Will you need anything else?," she asks standing up straight again and batting her obviously  fake lashes, ugh, just leave already. 

"Um, yeah actually we never got our drinks," chuckles Harry, the girls eyes widen and she takes out a notepad and a pen. 

"Sorry about that, what would you each like to drink?," she smirks. 

"I'll have apple juice," grins Harry. 

"Water," smiles Liam. 

"Orange soda," shrugs Niall. 

"And you miss?," her eyes narrow at me when when she asks I glare back at her. 

"Just a root beer, thanks," I giving her a smile full of malevolence she scoffs and walks away. 

"What was that look about?," asks Harry giving me a curious look.

"What look?," I ask giving him my best innocent face.

"You know what I mean-," he gets interrupted by my cell phone going off.

"Excuse me I have to take this call," I leave going to the bathroom. "Hello?"

"Wake up Marie!," calls an Irish voice. What the hell?

"Huh?," I mumble confused.

"Wake up! The kids are worrying, you haven't woken up in a while," it huffs. I groan as a pain fills my head. "I told you that you shouldn't have taken so much cough medicine," it scolds.

I shut my eyes and fall back against the wall my head pounding. There's this weird shift when I wake up again, I'm lying down on a large Queen bed, the loving eyes of my husband looking down at me. "Wha- happened?," I ask sitting up and rubbing my aching head.

"You took too much cough medicine and slept for twenty four hours straight," chuckles Niall pulling me close to him, "the kids and I were worried about you," he kisses my shoulder intertwining my fingers with his. I look down at our hands, bright golden wedding rings are settled on each of our ring fingers.

"Oh, whoops, well at least my cold is gone," I giggle. "You know I had the strangest dream."

"What about?," he hums into my ear.

"The day we met, and a couple of the days following, to think our relationship developed this much since then," I grin playing with my ring.

"Mommy!," a little boys voice rings in the room. A tiny 7 year old boy with brown hair and Hazel eyes bounds into the room and into my arms. "Big brother is being mean again!," he cries.

An elder boy about 16 walks in after him with blonde hair and brown eyes. "No I wasn't, he almost smashed my bass drum mom, he tried sticking a drumstick through it!"

"Jackson what have I told you about touching your older brothers stuff?," I playfully glare down at my younger son.

"B-but, Robbie said I could play with it!," Jackson whines.

"No I didn't!," flips Robbie.

"That's enough you two, your mum just got better so why don't we all watch a movie together yeah?," chuckles Niall ruffling Jackson's hair.

"Okay!," Jackson excitedly jumps out of my arms and sprints past Robbie before he could touch him.

"Fine," groans Robbie walking away from us.

"Come on before they kill each other," Niall and I stand together following after our children a bright smile on my face.

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Yes I pulled the dream card, fight me.