Painted Faces, Fill the Places. xx (One Direction Love Story)

Painted Faces, Fill the Places. (3)

"Crazy Mofos. As I like to call 'em" It was hard to ignore Niall's heavy breathing as we were still sandwhiched together in the car on the way to some fancy restauarant Harry recommended. The name was definitely different from "directioners" but crazy was one way to put it. 

"Safe to say that my fans are a lot more calm but 5 guys with foreign accents. . .and not bad-looking whatsoever. . . I get it." I mentally slapped myself at that point, Jake could only laugh from the passenger seat, irritating me even more. 

"NOT BAD-LOOKING, EH LADS?" Louis, the one invented without something called an "inside voice" screamed out- sending chuckles around the car. 

I let out one sigh, trying to figure out a plan to survive this one.

How could I possibly keep my sanity? The only thought that haunted me as I was gently "pushed" out the car and led into the restaurant. I'm not quite sure how I got to the table, I swear I never moved one of my legs. It was something of a blur. 

The evil screams of fans had errupted as we left the van, that's all I remembered and a blur of curls in front of me. 

I saw sat in between Harry and Zayn at the table, eyes all on us even though they had gotten a booth in a more low-key area. You couldn't possibly hide that many people.

"I just want bacon. A large bowl of bacon." I sat there pouting, watching as they all ordered there food, ignoring me. Harry took it upon himself to prop a menu up on my lap, smirking the whole time. "Erm, we need you to actually be alive for this tour. Pancakes and two strips of bacon?" 

One stupid smile in my direction and I was retraining my heart how to beat normally again. "Eh, yea. . .pancakes. I won't promise that I'll finish it, but okay." 

As if helping me wasn't enough, he ordered my pancakes and an iced coffee for me, before picking up the menu and handing it to the waitress, with another one of those tempting smiles. 

"If singing doesn't work out for you. . .I can really picture you as a nanny. Taking care of spoiled brats like myself." 

He shook his head, laughing it off before turning to me again. "Well I wouldn't want everyone kept here all day because you just want a bowl of fried shit for breakfast." He wrinkled up his nose, before his attention was called to Louis who had been shouting about nonsense, 

My eyes narrowed at him before I turned to Zayn who had been playing some weird game on his iPhone. 

That reminds me. . . 

I had literally pat down every part of my body, standing up from my chair. It was beginning to look a little inappropriate, but I always got a mini panic attack going when I couldn't find my cell phone. 

"Kat has it. No distractions, love." Jake only shook his head as he took a sip of his water, turning back to One Direction's body guard. As they went on to chat about God knows what?? How hard it was to babysit teenagers and prevent them from being trampled? killed? followed? Oh, the usual, you know. 

"WHAT is going on today?" I plopped back into my seat as Zayn slid his phone infront of me. 

"They're fucking with you big time today, yea?" He had a smirk on his face as he went on to show me how to play the game. "The boys usually hide Niall's phone since he gets a bit distracted, and Harry of course." 

"I DO NOT. I like to check up on things!" That Irish accent was coming from the end of the table, with nothing but annoyance in his tone. 

"We're all just going to yell at each other today. How nice." I said so only Zayn could hear, as we both laughed together only getting Niall more riled up. 

Once again someone was breathing on me. And that someone could only be Harry, I dared to turn my head a bit and there was his green eyes peering at the game from over my shoulders. 

"You're already losing, staring at me won't make a difference, hm?" He gently put his chin on my shoulder as he reached over me fiddling with the game. 

"I'm sorry, who invited you to join us Styles? Your scary long fingers are only getting in the way." I laughed as we had a little battle, to get to Zayn's screen. Zayn, on the other hand was already too into his food. 

THE FOOD. WHEN DID IT EVEN COME? 

'Was I asleep? What the hell?' 

"You and Harry were having a little lover's quarrel there and my food came. Pay more attention, yea?" 

My eyes were wide as I watched him, completely bewildered as he always seems to hear my thoughts, and even more confused at his choice of words. "Lovers Quarrel" No. Just no. 

I picked up a strip on bacon, slapping away Harry's hand as it made it's way to my plate. "This is all I need in life, baby." Controlling the moans that were desperately trying to escape, Jake being the unattentive bodyguard he is, wouldn't know anything about the diet that my choreographer had me on. 

BUT IT WAS WORTH IT OKAY. They had me eating greens, ONLY greens. It felt so good to have real food, as unhealthy as it was. 

"Two strips of bacon. Gone. Maybe I should have just ordered you the bowl. You have to eat the pancakes or I won't give you any of mine." He waved a piece infront of my face and I help back any urges to slap it out of his hand. 

"Shut up. I don't want any of your food. Zayn cares about me, he'll find it out of the kindness in his heart to-" All we heard was a crunch and the last bacon slice he had was gone. Reaching over me, Zayn took his phone and went on to ignore the both of us like it was a regular thing. 

"Heartless, that one. The heartless one in the band." Liam chuckled as he had been watching us for some time, I didn't notice and once again my mission to get to know him more had failed as I always seem to end up next to Harry. 

"Liaaaaaam, buddy. Best friend-" Interruptted by Harry of course, "You just met today, don't fall into her trap." 

I glared at him before reaching over and snatching his strip, getting up before he could retaliate. "I'll just head to the girl's room. Thanks love." Sending a kiss in Harry's direction as I followed the instructions of the waitress. 

"I'm the only girl among them, shit." As I looked at my reflection, it just occured to me how much fun it had been, even for a short while to be surrounded by the band. 

Being a solo artist is great when it comes to your music, you get to do and sing about whatever you want with only a minor interruption for your manager or record company once in a while but it gets lonely. 

Whereas the 5 of them seemed to get along so well together, I would never want to be in a band but having them around might not be as bad as I thought. I reapplied my lipstick, before smiling to myself, looking down at the sink. "And that fucking Harry Styles." I might just like the bastard. 

God give me strength on this tour. 

-----------------------Author's Note

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