Hello, Mr. Impossible

Chapter 9

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"Bob's driving. Duh." drawls Zayn in an obvious tone. I shoot him a look and poke my head over the driver's seat to actually see a young man driving the car.

"Who the heck is Bob and why is he driving our car?" I practically shout out to anyone.

"Bob is our drummer. He agreed to drive us around. Isn't that right, Bob?" asks Liam.

I sigh. They make it seem like i'm accusing them of taking the guy hostage or something.

"Well, that's a relief that someone has their head pulled out of their ass. I thought someone forgot to drive and we were going to get into a car accident!" I bicker.

"We would never risk your life." Niall says sweetly, giving me a thoughtful pat on the shoulder.

"Aw, my heros." I say sarcastically; placing both hands over my heart and pretending to swoon over them. They laugh and mess up my hair a little. Gee, they already felt like my older brother's! Well, five immature, teen boys. Interesting.

"WERE HERE!!!!!!" Niall shrieks; tearing open the door and jumping into the grass.

"Wow . . ." Is all I can say as I watch Niall sniff the grass.

"Niall doesn't like being in such small spaces for a long time." Liam says over my shoulder. I look at him and laugh, taking in the small features.

Big brown eyes, slightly crooked nose, high cheek bones, full lips. A couple moles on his neck. Half curled, half straightened hair.

Liam takes notice of my observing and quickly shoos me out of the car. God, I'm an idiot! I wish I had a good excuse for staring at him, but I didn't. I hoped he didn't think I was a pedophile waiting to rape him in the night. I would never do that! That seemed more like my friend, Em.

I looked down at Niall who is making grass angels and throwing the grass in the air giggling like a school girl. I turn to Zayn,

"Is it possible to get high off grass?" I ask questionably.

"I don't think so, but for Niall it probably is." Zayn muses.

I smirk and bend down, taking Niall's hand.

"Niall, now I see you're having fun with the grass, but let's go shopping like big boys and girls. Okie?" I ask sweetly, batting my eyes at him.

He takes my other hand and pulls me down to the ground with him.

"Niall!" I scream, biting his ear. He squeaks and lets go, but wraps his legs around my legs causing me to tumble back down like a set of dominos.

"Niall, what in the bloody hell are you doing with Ella?" Liam asks angrily.

Niall shrinks back and stumbles up, offering me a hand. I consider whipping him to the ground as payback, but as a mature, almost-adult I take his hand and jump up, looking down to see grass stains on my knees. Great.

 "Where shall we go first, ladies and gentlemen?" Zayn asks. I turn to him and smile.

"Whever you-"

"JACK WILLS!" Niall blurts.

"Okay, Jack Wills. Whatever that is." I comment.

All the boys turn to be abrubtly.

"What?" I ask, puzzled at their reaction.

"You've never been to Jack Wills?!" Liam objects.

"Erm, no." I say.