http://www.wattpad.com/5291954-all-because-of-twitter-collab-with-ieatwithforks
(that is chapter on loves)
Chapter 2:
(Done by Rachel)
Megan's POV
When we arrived at the restaraunt, Niall quickly jumped out and came to my side of the car. He opened the for for me and I stepped out. I glanced to my left and saw Liam doing the same for Rachel. Perfect gentleman. But maybe they were just putting on a show. Didn’t all guys act sweet and polite just to get you in bed? Then they were back to acting like jerks, and they didn’t even stick around for breakfast.
Well, I guess only time would tell if these two boys I had ever only dreamed about would live up to my expectations;. And those were pretty high. I forgot about it for the moment and decided that I needed to enjoy myself. This would probably never happen again. No one gets a chance like this. The restaurant was a lovely local one called Rustic Stone. They had the best steaks, and I definitely wanted to show Rachel the best parts of Ireland on her first night here. Niall had obviously been here before. He nudged my arm flirtatiously, and said, “Good choice babe.” I blushed at the pet name, and led the way inside with Niall beside me and Liam and Rachel trailing behind. I laughed to myself as a thought evetered my head. She hasn’t been in Ireland for thirty minutes and she has already got an international music sensation crushing on her. But how could he not? She’s beautiful. Well, honestly she looked almost exactly like me. Same wavy hair, same light blue eyes. WE even have a matching set of dimples. She has one on her right cheek and I have one on my right. The only real discernable differences between us are the fact that my hair galls to my waist while hers stops just shy of her of the end of her shoulder blades. And then, of course, her American traits. She’s from the south so she has a bit of a farmer’s tan. The biggest difference between us is her thick southern drawl. We often try to imitate each other’s accents just for the fun of it. We’ve agreed that I’m much better at imitating her. Her irish accent is quite rubbish. I laugh in my head, thinking back to our hilarious skype conversations.
My thoughts are cut off when the other three boys enter (quite loudly) and immediately ask when we get to eat. I look toward Niall who has already walked to the podium and put our names down. He glanced at the other boys and said, “Shouldn’t be long now...” before quickly turning back to me. G-d. Why do his eyes make me feel like I’m melting? I could look at them for the rest of my life and never grow tired of their light blue color, resembling the ocean on a clear day. When we get t the booth, Harry and Zayn slide in one side, and Louis slides in the other. Louis has been awfully quiet so far. Not at all like I imagined he would be. Oh well. Maybe he’s just tired or something. I notice Liam is sitting rather close to Rachel. I also notice she is making no objection to this and seems to be enjoying his unlimited attention. Niall allows me to squeeze in next to Zayn as he slides in next to me, taking the end. The waiter comes and takes our drink order. All the boys except for Liam got a beer. Rachel looks at me and she orders a water. She rolls her eyes, as if to say, “That stupid girl thing.” I know exactly what she means and follow suit and order the same.
We order water and eat enough food to fill a guinea pig like the boys will actually believe that’s how we eat. After the waiter gets all of our drink orders, Liam motions for him to lean down so he can whisper in his ear. I look at Rachel quizzically, hoping she knows what is being said. “The check.” She mouths silently at me. Of course. They’re not going to let us pay for our meal. As impressed as I am, I still cant help but think its all just a show. I’ve known too many typical guys. After our food comes and we’ve had our fill, we just sit back, talk, laugh, get to know each other, and genuinely enjoy ourselves. We start to head outside, but when the door is opened, the wind hits me and I can’t contain the shiver escaping me. “Here, love. Take this,” Niall says, draping his jacket over my shoulders. Okay. That’s it. I like him. A lot. It can’t be helped. Just look at him.... He’s perfect.
We get in the car and I turn around in the seat. I look at liam and Rachel says, “So where to next?”
(Louis’ POV)
The backseat of the car is lonely. Im riding with Zayn and Harry. I know the boys have noticed im not being myself. I tried to act normal. I really did. I tried to joke and laugh like I always do. But I just wasn’t feeling it. SO now im sitting by myself in silence as Haz and Zayn have a laugh in the front. I can’t believe Niall’s good luck. Then again, he was Irish and we were in his homeland, where apparently luck is aplenty. For him anyway.
For me? Not so much.
Megan was beautiful. Shes definitely one of the most beautiful girls Id ever seen. And her laugh... it makes everything else go silent. But she likes Niall. Not me. That’s obvious. SO I can’t be jealous. Niall deserves a good girl anyways. He’d been waiting for a long time for his perfect girl. While I choose to live in the moment and have any girl I wanted. I have to just forget about her and accept the fact that they like each other and I’m out of the loop. But maybe not. Maybe I could convince her that im the better choice. NO! I m disgusted by my thought. Not only would that be lying, but it would also be stealing from one of my best mates. And if I was him I would never forgive me for it. I can’t do that. I just have to forget about her. Which is a lot easier said than done. I try thinking of other things for the remainder of the seemingly infinite car ride to wherever the hell we are going, but my thoughts drift right back to her. Her long hair, blonde hair whipping in the wind, caressing her face as she tries to keep it away and gets it back to how it started. Little does she know, these trivial things are so seductive I can barely contain it. But all of these attempts to look her best are in pursuit of Niall’s attentions and affections. Which is why I must force myself to stop thinking about her. But im failing. I wonder what theyre doing at this very moment....
