Meeting 1D In Your PJs Is Not Fun

Midnight Games

Someone knocked on my door as I was about to get ready for bed. I groaned and walked to the door. I pulled open the door to see Louis leaning against the door, cleaning his teeth.

Finger still in his mouth, he seemed to realize that I had opened the door. He froze at the dumbstruck look on my face. “What? Oh, are you getting ready for bed?” His gaze explored over my black and blue plaid shirt and my bare legs, and back up to my face.

“As a matter a fact, yes I was.” I glanced at Louis’s watch. 2:11 AM.

“Why?” Louis brushed past me and into my room.

“Come on in,” I mumbled. “Because it’s 2 AM.”

He looked around the clean room and sat down on my neat bed. “So? Isn’t it like eight where you live?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, we all have a bunch of energy. And I really doubt you go to bed early.”

I stood awkwardly in front of Louis and shrugged. “What do you propose that we do then?”

His eyes lit up. “Linc Sports.” I snorted

“We are going to play Bowling and Boxing at this hour?!” Louis nodded excitedly. “Sounds like loads of fun. Whoopee.”

“OK, then!” Louis jumped up and left the room. I stare with disbelief at the open door for a few moments. I shook my head and walked to my closet to put pants on. I’m just about to take off my shirt when Louis popped his head in.

I screamed and immediately jerked my shirt down. Louis screamed, too and covered his eyes with his hands.

“Oh, god! Oh, god! I’m sorry! I just wanted to say that we’re meeting in the game room!” I threw a pillow at him and he yelled in surprise at the impact. “I was just—“

“Get out!!” I screamed at his face and he bolted out as fast as he could.

Heart still pounding, I quickly changed back into my Wonder Woman shirt and yoga pants. Running down the stairs, I jumped the last half dozen steps and calmly walked into the game room. I sat down on one of the love couches next to Harry. I avoided Louis’s gaze and blushed when we finally looked each other in the eye. Bless him; he blushed harder than I think I was.

“Well, who wants to play Linc Sports?” Niall popped up from his seat and powered up the game counsel and placed the disc into the game tray.

“I’ll totally beat all of you at Bowling.” Zayn wiggled his eyebrows and looked around the room. “Anyone want to challenge me?”

“You’re on.” Harry looked up from his attempts at trying to capture my hand. I had mostly just smacked his hand. It was pretty funny, although. Niall nodded his back still to us as he set it all up. Louis and Liam both nodded.

Zayn looked to me and I shook my head. “I think I’ll sit this one out; maybe next round.”

“Suit yourself. Fellas, prepare to be beaten.”

In fact, Zayn got last for bowling. Harry won with two turkeys and several strikes. Niall did great with one turkey and more spares than strikes. Liam didn’t do too shabby, mostly because he was paying more attention to his phone. Louis just barely beat Zayn with a turkey and some spares. Zayn only got one strike, but he was a good sport.

I laughed at their tactics and mostly just watched. If I had taken a picture, it would have looked like a group of just guys having a good time. I really needed to find a reason to not like the group, because I was beginning to really like them. I’m not really the kind of girl who spends their every moment tracking the movements of their idols.

I was in deep thought when I realized Niall had asked me a question.

“Sorry, what?” I shook my head and watched Niall’s face.

“I asked you if you wanted to dance. You know the game?” He lifted the disc case. It was a still of a girl in dancer clothes, in the middle of a move.

“Are you sure? I’m not certain if your prides could take being beaten at dancing by a girl.” I puckered my bottom lip in a ‘booboo’ face. I slowly stood from the love seat and walked on my tip toes to Niall. I slid the case from his fingers and sidestepped him.

Soon, I was dancing on expert level to What Makes You Beautiful by (gasp) One Direction. I had the game and had perfected all the dances, so it was piece of cake. I just listened to the music and went all out, with more passion and fire.

Once in a while I would glace over at Zayn, who was the best dancer of the group. He was struggling through the dance and I found myself laughing. After the final dance move. I stood in the last position, chest barely rising. I glanced over at Zayn, who was bent at the waist, panting.

“Are you ok?” I walked over to him and squatted so that I could see his face. He nodded. “It’s a really hard and fast dance, so I understand if you can’t do it.”

“I’m…fine…just…haven’t…dance…while…” Zayn panted more before slowly straightening. I stood and helped him to his chair. He waved me off, and I backed away to my seat. I sat down and landed on someone’s lap.

Harry, the little twerp, had scooted over to my seat so that I would unintentionally sit in his lap. Before I could react, his arms were around my waist and he had pulled my back against his chest.

I tried to stand, but his arms were too strong. Jaw square, I crossed my arms and allowed myself to relax in his lap. Zayn winked at Harry and Niall punched his shoulder. Louis looked on and watched my face. My face must have been screaming Help me! because he shook his head and chuckled.

Pretending I didn’t mind, I leaned into his chest and rested my head in the crook of his shoulder. His surprise loosened his grip, and I slid down next to him, legs hanging off the couch. I turned and laid my head in his lap. Cheesy, I know.

Eyes closed, I laid there; listening to Niall and Liam’s noisy attempts at dancing to Carly Rae Jepson’s Call Me Maybe. It seemed so natural to just be sitting in a room of teen heartthrobs. I was going to miss moments like this when I left.

Hey, I know that you’re saying things like, ‘She’s only been there for less than a day’. But, One Direction was a really down to earth, almost normal group of guys. You would feel a part of the family if you had spent just an hour with them.

My thoughts mingled and I couldn’t concentrate on Niall’s painful sounding attempt at splits. Harry was brushing rouge curls out of my face and softly playing with them. I was too warm and sleepy.

I drifted off to sleep.

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