The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Seven - Sweet Kisses

A/N- HELLO! E here! I am attempting to make an amazing chapter here, so please bare with me and enjoy!x

This is dedicated to you S!x

Elle's P.O.V

I left the hallway, closing the kitchen door behind me. I admit, when I first saw him I thought I would fangirl, he looked just like he did in the One Direction posters. He couldn't take his eyes off Juliette, not that I blame him, she looked stunning.

I began washing the dishes left from last night, it gave me something to do while I waited for Peter and it took my mind of the urges to spy on Juliette. I felt my heart accelerate at the thought of seeing Peter again, I barely knew him and I was already dreaming about him. What had gotten into me? I never usually paid any attention to boys; I always thought they would lead to me getting hurt. But with Peter, I felt something, something I had never felt before.

I know it wasn't really my place to spy but my curiosity got the better of me. I sneaked a peek through the gap in the doorway to see Niall and Juliette inches away from each other’s lips. Juliette was about to kiss a member of One Direction!

Just as their lips were about to touch there was a knock on the front door, I ran away from the kitchen door, feeling my heart beat frantically. Peter was behind that door, he was going to come in and take me to a party. I didn't even know if this was a date! I don't even know if he likes me! I felt a longing to run upstairs and change into my sweat pants and hoodie, I felt so vulnerable in this dress!

“She’s in the kitchen.” I heard Juliette say, I could tell she was irritated about being interrupted. I didn’t blame her. I turned back to the dishes, acting as if I had been there the whole time. I heard the door open behind me but I didn’t turn around. I heard a sharp intake of breath and I peeked behind me. Peter was staring at me, a look of amazement in his eyes.

“Hey.” I said casually. I accidently made myself sound like a wannabe gangster and slapped my hand over my mouth.

“H..Hi.” Peter stuttered his eyes growing wider as I turned to face him.

He looked gorgeous, his bronze skin looking amazing against his black top, his curls wild and windswept. I noticed how long his eyelashes were when he looked down at his feet.

“You look great.” I smiled; he looked up and gave me a radiant crooked smile. I didn't mean to sound like Bella from Twilight, but that was the right way to describe his smile.

“You look more then great.” Peter said, his eyes trapping me.

“Thank you.” I whispered, I bit my lip and took a step towards him.

“Am I right in thinking that I just passed Niall Horan in there?” Peter asked coming to stand in front of me.

“It’s true, what are the odds hey?” I laughed, raising my eyebrows in amazement.