"Looks like we're going to be where we need to be by 4 today." Louis began rambling to the boys in the backseat. "and then we can go-"
"There's no plan making allowed." I interrupted him.
"Excuse me?" he turned back around, sitting in the front seat faced forward again. His head turned towards me.
I looked at him with my eyes to the side, no words to be spoken. "You heard me."
"Who died and made you queen?"
"I'm the one with the wheel," I nodded once, "I'm the one who's going to be doing all the dirty work, and I'm the one who's helping your sorry asses out of volunteer work."
"Which we wouldn't have to do if it weren't for you." Niall added on from the back seat.
"Not to mention that we're the ones helping you sweetheart." Louis gave my shoulder a quick, friendly slap. "Now that that's cleared up-" he began again.
My jaw clenched tightly in annoyance. These boys truly did not understand what I was saying. I was in charge. I could leave them stranded out here anytime I'd like.
"Let's go to a pub!" Liam shouted excitedly.
"I hate going with you guys, I'm the only one under 18 still." Harry grumbled.
"I'll be your supervising adult who allows you to drink." Zayn teased him. I tried my best to keep my mouth shut as they continued making plans.
"No offense mum," Madeline clears her throat, "You were a bitch. All they wanted to do was hang out and not be bored with your grumpy self."
"I was not grumpy." I defend myself quickly, growing annoyed with her attitude.
"You didn't even want them to make plans to hang out!"
"They still did!" I exclaim angrily.
"And let me guess, you joined them?"
"Call me a pushover but I needed it." I look down at the floor as I speak. My husband places his hand on my shoulder and gives me a quick shake.
"Might need it now too.." Madeline grumbles under her breath.
"That dress." Harry stopped and stared at me approvingly, looking head to toe. I walked away from him quickly to step back into the bathroom and look in the mirror. We had stopped by a fast food restaurant and changed clothes for the night.
We were going to go to a motel, but instead we agreed on trying to sleep in the van to save some money. It wasn't that bad of an idea, but I wasn't looking forward to it. I admired myself one last time. The sleek, red material was pretty tight against my body. You could easily see the tattoos on my shoulder.
The boys were dressed in their usual flannel shirts. Zayn, however, had grown accustomed to these dress shirts they bought, along with Louis.
When we arrived at the pub I pulled out a pair of heels to wear. They went straight inside and left me alone. I didn't mind because I deserved it. I also didn't care if I was with them or not. I knew how to be social and meet people.
The lights were dim as I finally stepped inside. The 5 boys were sitting at a table talking about god knows what.
I walked straight to the bar and ordered a white gummy bear, my personal favorite. I couldn't help but turn around and watch the 5 of them mess around and tease each other.
It was as I stared at them, that a boy around my age sat down next to me. My drink was brought out to me and I turned all attention away from them. The boy looked familiar but I couldn't get his name to the tip of my tongue.
