Fix You- A One Direction Fan Fiction

The Mustaches: Unmastachified

Genevieve's POV

El fumbled with her inhaler, taking a couple of puffs and breathing deeply.

This was not happening.

It wasn't.

It couldn't.

Do we approach?

"Genevieve..." Oh, no. El never uses full names. Only nicknames.

I was positive my mouth was wide open. "Do we...?" I croaked.

"Dunno...I'm scared," she whispered. Scared? Only El would be scared.

My heart was pounding a million beats a second. My eyes were darting from my plate of salad to Elodie.

I made a rash decision. I got up from the booth and yanked El with me, which caused her to yelp. I covered her mouth with my hand, gave her a warning look, and released her. She scowled at me.

Here goes something... (see what I did there?)

Elodie's POV

Why did people always do that too me?! Sarah does it, Amber does it, and now, Gen does it.

It ticked me off.

But I guess she had a reason. One freakin' Direction was sitting behind us in disguises and fangirling was NOT an option. Period, the end.

So, I cooperated.

Gen boldly walked to their table, me in tow. My feet didn't seem to work, so I stumbled a bit.

We both slapped on our winning smiles and Gen spoke.

"Psst!... Hellooooo!.... Ummm... hi." I was holding back giggles at her greeting. The boys looked at us expectantly.

I was about to scream. Gen sensed this, so she gripped my wrist so hard I bit my tongue.

"Oww, Gen!" I whispered and pried her fingers from my arms.

"Who might you lovely ladies be?" Louis asked. I knew it was him because he looked just like he did when they were on SNL. Funny outfit, a wig, and a mustache.

This was my cue. "I'm Elodie," I resisted the urge to curtsie and presented my hand.

"Carlito," Harry shook my hand. Oh God.

"Pepito," Lou's turn. Can't breathe.

"Martito," Liam.

"Miguelito," Zayn. I surpressed a laugh. Miguelito was a funny name.

"Dick," Niall. This time I couldn't hold back any longer. I laughed, but immediately covered my mouth with my sweaty hand.

"Nice to meet ya! I'm Genevieve!" she shook their hands as well.

"Ummmmm, sorry to disturb your, um, outing, but Gen and I are big fans, and we couldn't sit there and not say hello, so hello!" I said nervously.

"Hello!" Gen repeated, waving.

They looked at us, amused.

"So, uhh, tahnks for talking to us, but, uh, we've got to go..." I said uneasily.

"Is that an American accent I hear?" Harry asked and my heart jumped.

"Yup!" Gen popped the "p"

"Yeah, I'm from Mississippi, and Gen's from Alabama," I stated.

"You're from the great state of Alabama? Do you know Billy Bob Bob Billy?" Niall asked incredulously.

Gen smiled. She was obviously quite smitten with the Irishman. "Which one?" I knew she was humoring him. Niall's eyes practically popped out of his head.

The boys were laughing at Niall and I looked over to Gen and winked. She was covering her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

I really didn't want to be a burden, so I caught Gen's eye and nudged my head away. She nodded.

"So, um, guys, we gotta get goin', but we'll see ya'll in a couple of hours at the concert..." She trailed off.

"Bye, Love," Louis got up from his seat and hugged us both. I was holding in tears.

The boys followed suit and hugged us as well.

Harry smelt so good.

Like Axe and... fruit.

Yeah, apples.

I knew it.

We waved goodbye and walked away, silently fangirling while we clutched eachother's hand for moral support.