Meeting 1D In Your PJs Is Not Fun

Oh Little Town of Winchester

Zayn POV

“Time to get up, Zayn!” Harry landed on my back, jolting me awake. I just rolled over—knocking Harry to the ground—and fell back asleep. Harry wouldn’t give up that easily. I knew he wouldn’t.

Yanking the covers off, he sat smack on my chest, only wearing a pair of Louis’ boxers. “TIME TO GET UP!” He yelled in my ear. Trying to breath with the full weight of Harry on my chest, I five-stared his bare chest. He yelped and tripped over the tangled sheets and landed on the floor.

“Zayn, stop that. Now, hurry. Niall’s almost eaten all Steph’s food. And with Finley here, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was gone already.” Liam’s voice sounded from across the room. I groaned and slowly got up. Not even caring to put a shirt on, I helped Harry up and we walked down to the kitchen. Wonderful smells drifted to my nose, quickening my steps.

Knowing Steph, she had an entire buffet set out. Irish breakfast, waffles, pancakes, tea, coffee, eggs, bacon, sausage, cereal, potatoes, and a bunch of other foods. Grabbing a plate, I filled up on everything and walked to the table. Since the counter only had six chairs, we moved to the dining table since Finley was here. “Good mornings” and “Hey” and even some nervous laughter from Finley greeted me and Harry. I nodded my head in response, still half asleep and sat down next to Steph.

She looked amazing this morning. Her hair smelt like apples and was stuffed into to a messy morning. Her make-up free face was as beautiful as ever and her eyes sparkled with tears from Louis’ last joke. Her neon pink shirt set off her tan and athletic shorts showed off her legs.

I smiled. Just being around her with her infectious laughter and smile made me happy. I laughed at her cute little laugh and even heard a small snort. It just made her more beautiful and human. Not those fake, photo shopped models on magazines and commercials. I think I was feeling more than brotherly feelings for her.

Now, to get Harry distracted with another girl. Niall already liked Finley and had pretty much backed out of the dare. I smirked into my pancake at ideas of getting Harry distracted, each one more elaborate than the last.

“Zayn?” Steph nudged my elbow, taking me out of my schemes.

“Sorry, love. What did you say?” I shook my head and looked up from my meal.

“We have been talking about Niall, the dog, and how he’ll need food. Harry had the brilliant idea—” Harry beamed at Steph. “—of going into town and spending the day there, and instead of the prison.” I smiled at Steph’s description of the small manor.

“Sounds excellent! What time should we leave?” I nodded and glanced around the table. Liam and Louis were texting their girlfriends, Harry was staring at Steph, Steph was smiling at me, and Finley was in the middle of trying to steal a part of Niall’s Irish breakfast. She received a wounded hand and sulked back to her waffles, glaring at a simmering Niall. I was surprised that he hadn’t tackled her, but then again; she was a fan.

“We should leave at 10.” I glanced at the clock and it said 9:03.

“Excellent! We’ll leave in an hour.”

Stephanie POV A/N: I was in the middle of this chapter before I realized that I had switched it back to Steph! Sorry! I promise that the next ten chapters will be devoted to the boys—who I DON’T own!

Two and a half hours later, a ten minute drive, and several trips back, we finally made it into town.

It was a cute, little town with a small strip mall and an Italian restaurant and a mini-golfing course. A couple houses dotted the streets with children running around in swim gear. We parked about half a mile away and walked in. There were no cars, seeing as to how everything was within a mile. Bikes everywhere and people walking in the bustling corner markets. It was easily the cutest town I have ever seen.