Frisson

Chapter 9

Hiiii guyssss, okay, so I'm back again! Yay for that! And I'm sorry *insert a crying/disappointed emoji here* I'm awful, I know.  I've just been so busy with end of the year things like, you know, exams, AP tests, ceremonies, and such tings. BUT! I'm on summer break now so wha hoo! This kid is actually going to have time to write!!  But enough about me, here are the songs and the chapter that you have waited for oh so patiently!

Songs for the chapter are:

Something Great--Our first One Direction song! :)

First Day of My Life--Bright Eyes

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*Eliza's POV*

One Direction.  Is here.  At my house.  On the other side of my door.  The door I just slammed in their faces.  The door…I just slammed…

Oh my God, what have I done?

I wrench the front door back open, blushing furiously, as I stutter through some very awkward apologies and try not to appear like I’m staring.  Rest assured, I failed quite miserably in that attempt.  Fortunately though, they all seem to have taken it in stride and merely laugh it off.

Not so fortunately, there then comes a long moment of awkward silence as we all stare back at one another, unsure of what to say, until I finally manage to stutter out, “Uh, not to be rude o-or anything, but, um, what exactly are y-you doing at my house?”

At my stilted question, Liam clears his throat and replies, “Uh, yeah, s-sorry about showing up so unannounced.  Your mum, er, set this up with us at the Nashville concert, so, er, here we are.”  He finishes his abbreviated explanation with a hopeful smile that begs me to understand.

My eyes flick over each of their faces, hesitating for a heartbeat longer as they pass over his blushing features, before I ease the door open a little wider, and ask, “So, do you, uh, want to come inside, then?”

Liam’s smile widens at my request, and before I’ve really been able to absorb just exactly what is going on, One Direction marches through my front door and into my house.  They all crowd into the small foyer as my dear, sweet, beloved mother comes strolling around the corner with a smug smile on her face.  When she catches my eye, I shoot her a look so full of fury and embarrassment, it’s a wonder she doesn’t spontaneously combust. 

Instead, she winks quickly at me before turning her attention to the five internationally famous band-members in her home, “Hi, thank you so much for coming today.  I hope you didn’t have too much trouble finding the place.”

“Not at all, Mrs. Walker.  And we’re glad to be here,” Harry answers her as he extends a hand to shake hers.  Each boy follows his suit, and I can’t help but smile at their innate courtesy.

My mom continues to trade pleasantries with the boys as she leads them down the hallway to the kitchen and adjoining living room.  As we shuffle down the hall, I can feel Niall’s eyes scorching my back from the intensity of his gaze, but my burning embarrassment puts those flames to shame and keeps my eyes on the floor.

We round the corner to find my dad and Ben trying to set up their new FIFA game on the XBOX system in the living room while Vanessa pours over a textbook at the kitchen table.  I watch as four out of the five boys light up when they see the well beloved game and immediately strike up a conversation with my dad and nephew about the setup and game-play and all that other stuff that guys seem so fascinated with. 

Meanwhile, all the awkwardness is concentrated in the kitchen between me and the blonde Irish kid standing not two feet away.  You could probably whip out a knife and start a new air carving trend with all the unspoken tension that sits between us.  Not that I suggest you try, that is.  Knives are dangerous and what not, you know.