Knocking on my Door

Chapter 15

I stare into his beautiful brown eyes and somehow, the world's suddenly a better place. It feels just like the movies. Wind is blowing in his hair without source and he looks as if he is glowing. Just like an actor from any movie, but then again, he is a international superstar.

He's the first one to move. He leans over and takes the flour out of my hair. He laughs and puts it in my hand. I put the bowl down.

We're still super close though. We're not looking into each others eyes or even looking at each other for that matter, but I can literally hear one of our heart's thumping. Probably mine.

"So do you think we'd be able to do something," Liam says, looking at me after a silence. "Y'know go to a quiet place where there won't be a million girls." I smile and think of the perfect place.

"New York Heights!", I scream out. "It's this hill where barley anyone ever goes. They don't go because New Yorkers only like loud stuff." I say. "But seriously, it's the most quiet, charming and peaceful place in America." Now I'm babbling. Only because that place is truly wonderful and Jerome and I are two of the few people who ever acknowledged it before. Jerome! Shoot! I haven't talked to him since the scene at my former school. I never even said thank you. He did after all save Harry.

"It sounds beautiful," Liam says, finally, shaking his head as if he's trying to get something out. "We should have a picnic." he suggests. "I'm sure the boys would love it." He flips the last pancake on top of the pile and wipes his hands on a kitchen towel. Then a light bulb goes off.

"Hey," I say, he looks at me. "Would you mind if Jerome comes to the picnic with us?" I ask Liam. He raises his eyebrow.

"Well I don't mind," he says, in a voice that totally sounds like he minds. "But the boys won't very much like it. They don't really like him too much." I gasp.

"How can anyone possibly not like Jerome?", I ask/whine. "Jerome is one of the most sweetest, kindest person I know." Liam raises an eyebrow and sighs.

"They don't need to know he's coming." With that he exits. I grin and grab my phone.

"Ooh, looks like Princess finally remembered me!", his voice was unusually bitter. I guess I deserve that.

"C'mon Jer," I say, "You know that in my book, you're too legendary to forget."

"Oh really," His tone was sarcastic.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask if you want to come to NY Heights with me?".

"Who's coming?", he asks grimly.

"Oh y'know, just me, you, Danny and One Direction," I mummer the last part hoping that he wouldn't hear it.

"That part you murmured wouldn't happen to be One Direction would it?" he asks. I sigh.

"C'mon Jerome." I say, sadly. "Please come, for me?", I say this in a amazingly puppy dog voice.

"Oh you know I can't deny you anything." he sighs. I grin.

"I'll tell you the details!", I say.

"Bye." he sighs. I smile. Right now, my life is going great. But everything comes to an end. That's just way it is. Hope lifts you up, disappointment slams you down.

"Woo!!", I hear from the basement. I'm guessing Liam's told everyone about the trip. By the way, I'm reassured when Harry come upstairs and shake me down with questions.

"When are we going?", Harry asks. "Is the place as beautiful as you? Is it quiet? Are you sure there won't be any girls?" With each question, I open my mouth but he interrupts me. I shut him up by slapping his face. Not too hard.

"Ow!!", he screams. "What was that for?".

"To shut you up!", I shrug. Looking at him holding his face.

"You could've kissed me." Harry winks. I groan. More flirting... nice.

After that, the rest of the boys come out and do the same that Harry did. Flood me with Questions. We plan out the picnic thoroughly. Deciding what stuff we would bring. We leave at 12 midday, tomorrow. I'm not going to bother with the makeovers. No ones going to be there. I hope...

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Hello People of Earth and Other Planets. How are you doing? The winner of the last competition was JellyBeans. (Sorry don't know the numbers in the end) She gave a really good situation and I am totally going to use it. MAYBE! But if I don't it could totally be used in a different Fanfic. Either way: GO FLIPPING CHECK HER OUT. Her poems are brill. Especially branded blue. :)

I have one more poll for you, which won't necessarily be used.

How would you like for a first kiss to happen? (It is not necessarily for Liam and Angel) (Or Harry and Angel)

I won't give any options or choices. I want your opinions. :LL

PS: I know this isn't the best chapter. But it's not late! It's short and crappy (maybe) but it is NOT late. lol