Meeting 1D In Your PJs Is Not Fun

A Dress?! Really?!

We ended up just playing some soccer (“It’s called football”). One of my main sports was soccer, so I was a pretty good match for 1D. Even Eleanor came over to be the cheerleader.

I was playing against Niall, Louis, and Zayn with Liam and Harry. Because of the amazing talent on both sides, it was a tie. We would have done a penalty kick, but Niall tackled Harry, so it turned into American football. Since it had rained the night before, it turned into a mud war. By the time none of us could lift another mud pie, we were all covered in mud. Laughing, we went inside and carefully tip-toed into our separate bathrooms to shower.

It was nearly dinner time when everyone was down stairs. I slid down the banister to the living room in a Manchester United sweatshirt that I happened to find and some athletic shorts. The sweatshirt smelt strongly of cologne.

Humming One Thing, I walked to my couch and plopped down. I glanced up to see everyone in skinny jeans and their trademark shirts. Harry even had a bow on.

“Why are you guys all dressed up?” I narrowed my eyes and looked at Zayn, who was biting his bottom lip. Ok, not good.

“Why aren’t you? Didn’t Zayn tell you that we’re going out to dinner? And you’re coming.” Louis glanced from me to Zayn and back.

I slowly turned my head to face Zayn, who was looking very nervous all of a sudden. “No, he didn’t.”

“I meant to! You just…walked too quickly.” Zayn protested, looking around for backup.

“I was walking too quickly… Well, you do realize that it’s going to be about another hour before we can leave, right?”

“Better make it half an hour. Our reservations don’t last long.” Liam looked up from his phone and instantly back down, away from my simmering glare.

I slapped the armrest as I stood. “Fine. Forty five minutes.” Corrections began, but I over ruled them. “Sorry, I heard forty five!”

An hour later—with the much needed help of Eleanor—I glided down the stairs like a model. A hot pink, strapless cocktail dress complimented my tan skin. Smoky eyes brought out the tinge of blue in my stormy eyes. White wedge heels added to my 5’ height.

And it was the most uncomfortable outfit I have ever worn.

The dress kept riding up, almost exposing my bum. My eyes kept itching, but I couldn’t scratch it without ruining Eleanor’s masterpiece. I kept tripping over my wedges. The outfit was perfect, courtesy of Eleanor. She was going for a flirty look. I rebelled by wearing a leather jacket with a hoodie. My clutch was heavy with lipstick and a compact and a bunch of other not needed things.

I was miserable. And the boys could tell.

As soon as my foot landed on the floor, I almost fell. And concern flashed across all their faces. My face warned them against helping me.

“You look…beautiful.” Harry gushed, making me blush.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” They had all straightened their outfits and looked very handsome. I brushed my curls from my face. Eleanor had somehow gained control over the craziness. Now, they hung down my back and shoulders in silky corkscrews.

“Well, we should go probably.” Liam seemed to have his phone connected to his hand, because he hadn’t looked up since I had walked down. He finally looked up and his jaw dropped. I giggled and walked over to close his mouth.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to a huge Italian restaurant and climbed out of the limo. It looked like it could fit half a football stadium in it. I finally stopped gaping to see Niall holding out his arm for me. My cotton candy lips curved into a smile as I looped my arm with his. We all quickly walked inside after meeting Liam’s girlfriend, Danielle. Beautiful girl. I envied her long legs and thought of my own, short skinny ones.

After being sat at our table by a gawking waitress, I picked up the menu and searched for a salad. I finally spotted a chicken cesar salad. Soon, drinks came and we talked.

Just talked. Several stories were swapped. Such as, Niall recalled a time when a girl actually climbed onto the stage. And when a girl flung a bra onto the stage. And when Liam split his trousers. Laughter filled the table and I even forgot about my dress staging a revolt.

Food was ordered and brought. I teased Liam with a spoon for a little before collecting them all and placing them in a spare napkin.

Me, the little angel. Like that would ever happen.

Too soon, the bill was paid and we were leaving. I walked out on Zayn’s arm. I had been sitting next to Harry during dinner and he kept ‘accidentally’ bumping his knee into mine. Keeping my face hidden from any unwanted cameras, I climbed back into the limo and we were off back to their house.