Make A Wish(One Direction Fanfiction)

13: It's Called Peacock

CHAPTER 13

*Mia's POV*

"Are you done yettttt?" Harry asked me, pouting at how slow I was eating. I giggled and shook my head.

"No, I'm not. But did you see that French omelette on the menu? I'm thinking about trying that too, it sounds good...." I picked up a menu and pretended to peruse it again, just to annoy him.

"Holy shit Mia, how do you stay so skinny?" Louis asked, wide-eyed. I blushed and looked down, not responding in case I said something that sounded desperate. Their defintion of skinny was definitely way different than mine. I picked up my head and rolled my eyes at him playfully.

"We could ask the same thing to Niall." I shot back with raised eyebrows. Everyone brought their eyes to Niall, who was currently wolfing down his fifth waffle. He jerked his head up and shrugged with a bashful smile. He winked at me, resulting in both of us blushing and me letting out a small giggle. A waitress came by to pick up all our dishes. I raised my eyebrows at her appearance, holding back more laughter. Her eyeshadow was a bright greenish blue, applied thickly all the way up to her eyebrows. Her fake eyelashes were clumpy and looked like fur, and it seemed like she had attempted to do the cat eye effect with her eyeliner... and failed tremendously. Her skin had little splotchy tan spots, showing that she did not know how to use bronzer. I shared a look with Harry, who (thank goodness) also thought she looked ridiculous. I glanced at Liam, who was squinting his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing,

"Hello, boys." She said in a throaty voice, trying to sound seductive. I snorted, which earned me an icy glare from the waitress. Harry got an evil look in his eyes as he leaned forwards toward Eyeshadow Girl (which I had nicknamed her) and rested his hand on his palm. He smirked flirtatiously.

"That eyeshadow color is hot. What's it called?" He asked in his deep, slow accent. Eyeshadow Girl's eyes widened in gratitude, as if he was the only one to understand her.

"It's called peacock." she informed us, emphasizing the last part of the word. I rolled my eyes at her cheap attempt at flirting. However, Harry raised his eyebrows like he had just learned the most interesting thing in existence.

"And what's your name, love?" he asked, looking up at her through his gorgeous, thick lashes. She was delighted at his interest in her, and focused her full attention on him.

"I'm Jennifer, but you can call me whenever you want." she slid a scrap of paper across to him with a wink before sauntering away with our dishes, shaking her pitifully deflated butt as she went. She gave her hair a flip, which sent several of the plates flying to their dooms. She turned around to check if we saw, cheeks red with embarrassment. When she saw that we were having a good laugh about the whole encounter, she huffed and stomped away.

"Come on, let's get out of here before she comes back to clean that up." Liam advised us wisely. We all nodded and slid out of the booth. Once I was standing, I realized that my shaky legs still slightly felt like jello. I still hadn't gotten over the fact that I was hanging with my favorite 5 boys on earth... and our day was just getting started.

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"Guys, that car only has 5 seats." I stated. Zayn took an annoyed breath, mumbling something that sounded like "jolly good, she can count".

I surveyed the car again, taking in its full appearance. It was a beaten up old maroon Toyota Camry, worn down by obvious years on the road and weather damage... and pretty much the opposite of what you would expect the world's most popular boyband to drive.

"And why are you guys driving this anyway? It's a little.. old, don't you think?" I asked shyly, not wanting to accidentally offend anyone. Harry dismissed my statement with a wave of his hand.

"It's less obvious. The windows are tinted, and the paps still haven't figure out it's ours. Makes for a great car when you don't want to be found." The Cheshire boy explained. I nodded in understanding; who would expect them to be driving a car from the 20th century?

I looked at Liam, who was tapping away on his phone.

"I don't think they have anything else... it'll have to do. Mia, I know we've only known you for a few hours, but do you think you can sit on someone's lap? It's the easiest option." He smiled apologetically. I had to stop my jaw from dropping- this was literally the perfect fanfiction moment. I couldn't wait to tell Amy.

Instead of freaking out, I merely shrugged.

"Whatever works best." I agreed nonchalantly.

"I gotcha covered." Harry steered me to the other side of the car by holding my waist, immediatley bringing pink to my cheeks. He sat down and patted his lap, looking up at me innocently. I laughed and plopped down, laying my legs across Niall, who had taken the middle seat. He gave me a faint smile, and began playing with the strap on my heels. I leaned my back against the door and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to recollect myself. I opened them again and giggled when I heard Louis and Zayn arguing outside the car. Liam was already sitting in the passenger seat, scrolling through twitter as ignoring the fight outside the car.

"Pleaseeee, Zayny boy, let me drive." I heard Louis begging. I looked at Harry and Niall.

"Is he actually a bad driver?" I wondered aloud.

"The worst." Harry and Niall said at the exact same time. We all laughed and continued listening to Louis and "Zayny boy".

"No Lou, just get in the back already. We don't want everyone dead now, do we?" Zayn reasoned with him. Louis groaned.

"I'll get you, pretty boy. And your little hair products, too." Louis cackled and hopped into the left side of the car, slamming the door. I heard Zayn chuckle and slide in to the drivers seat with a smile. Thanks, louis, I thought to myself, relieved that Zayn had finally cheered up. In a split second, my world went black.

"HOLY-" I screeched. I heard 5 laughs, Niall's standing out again.

"Calm down, we're blindfolding you. We want the next place to be a surprise." Niall said between laughs.

"Whatever. I hate blindfolds." I complained, truthfully. They made me feel claustrophobic.

"You'll thank us later." Zayn said, attempting to join in. I grinned and laid my head on the window, only to have Harry lift my neck to place my head on his shoulder. I internally swooned at the fairy tale I was living.