I Love You More

Chapter 3

I quickly applied masara, which looked like shit, because we were running late for a double date with Louis and Eleanor tonight.

"Louis is gonna kill us for being late," Niall said, coming out of the closet, holding a shirt.

"Well you could put your shirt on instead of just holding it," I suggested, giggling slightly.

"You know you don't want me to put it on," Niall flirted.

"I obviously don't want you to put it on, but Louis and Eleanor would..." I said, putting my make up away, "You can take it off when we get home."

"I'll take it off half way through dinner," Niall teased, sliding his shirt on.

"I will seriously give you 50 pounds if you take it off at a completely inaproroiate time at dinner tonight," I offered.

"50 pounds?" Niall restated.

"You are correct," I said, slipping my shoes on.

"Maybe, its kind of a cheap bet..."

"Niall, put your shoes on and lets go," I demanded as I walked out the bedroom.

"Fiesty," Niall said, then rolled his tounge.

"I'm leaving!" I said, grabbing my car keys and walking out the door, not waiting for Niall to follow me out.

I got into my car and turned the radio on, waiting for Niall to come out. Caraphernelia came on, so I obviously had to get into the song and head bang a little. But Niall came out and I didn't see him, so what does he do? Records it. I somehow heard him laughing over Pierce the Veil's song because once I saw what he was doing, I turned the music off and gave him the death glare. He jogged to the passenger side and got in still laughing.

"You think you're so funny," I said as sarcastically as I could.

"No, I know I'm funny," Niall replied, still laughing.

"You can walk," I threatened.

"And you can drive, c'mon, we're already late," Niall said.

"Yeah, thanks to you," I said, putting the car out of park and driving out into the street.

"Shut up and drive, drive, drive," Niall sang.

"Niall, I will buy a dog house and make you sleep in it tonight," I replied.

"Loosen up babe," Niall said, putting his hand on my shoudler and rubbing it, trying to "relax" my muscles. I'm going to slap him.

"Niall James Horan, if you don't get your hand off of my shoulder in two seconds, I will pull over and you will walk," I demanded.

"I love you Brooke Sassy Styles," Niall said, laughing at his own joke, idiot.

"You're a dick," I said, pulling into the parking lot of the restauraunt.

"But I'm your dick," Niall replied. I burst out laughing. "That wasn't supposed to come out like that..."

I couldn't think of something to say, even if I did have something to say, I wouldn't be able to say it. So I just laughed for another minute, periodically receiving comments from Niall such as, "Are you done?" "Its not funny anymore..." and "You've got some serious problems."

"Alright I think I'm done, let's go," I said, turning my car off and grabbing my purse.

We walked into the fancy yet casual restaurant. "We have a reservation for Louis," I said to the hostess.

"Alright, please follow me," she led us to a table where Louis and Eleanor were already eating an appetizer.

"Sorry we're late, Niall took forever," I said, sitting next to Eleanor, Niall sitting next to me.