Yes, Maybe, or No?

Chapter Six

"No. It's not true. It can't be," I protested, in shock. 

Danielle smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, it's true. You guys both blush when people talk about you two. He gets mad when people, Harry, get close to you. It's true Dee." 

I shook my head. "Why?" I asked. 

She shrugged. "It's life, I guess... Same with Liam and I. I was dancing for them and we just met, I guess..."

I smiled at how sweet that was. "But still, I'm just a nobody from Winchester, England. He can't like me. It's just not how that works. Like Liam is dating you! You're not a nobody from Winchester you-" 

Danielle cut me off. "Yeah, but that's not how it works. It's called love, not how rich you are or how many people know you!" 

Still in surprise at her comments, I got off of the white bar stool and headed for the door. "I'm going home now," I mumbled, grabbing my bag. 

"See you! Remember next week you're on tour, get packing!" Danielle called after me. I waved with no enthusisasm whatsoever. 

I drove back to Niall's flat quickly and ran inside. Harry was on the couch, watching Family Guy. That show was everywhere. "Hey," I dropped my keys onto the front table and my bag onto the kitchen counter. 

Harry backwards waved without taking his eyes off of the screen. 

"Where's Niall?" I asked. 

"Out." 

"Where?" I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter and took a big bite, then joined Harry on the couch. 

"With some girl," Harry stated nonchalantly. 

"What," I yelped, dropping the apple onto my lap. 

Harry looked at me strangely. "Why do you care though?" he asked. I picked up my apple and shrugged. 

"No reason," I mumbled. Harry turned back to the TV. 

"Seriously though, that girl's the devil. She's horrible. She almost killed me by throwing the TV remote at me. She said that I sang horrible and stuff you don't want to hear. You'll find out soon enough at dinner at Olive Garden," Harry warned me. Of course. Niall would do that. 

"Oh joy," I replied sarcastically, taking off my white blazer and putting it on one of the couch's arms. "Why are you here?" I asked. 

He pouted. "Why? Do you not want me to be here?" he asked sadly. 

Laughing a little, I patted his curls and he shrieked, his hands flying up there to fix them. "No, it's okay. Niall can do whatever he wants cause I don't care!" I replied with a smile. He grinned and we watched the TV in silence. 

***

"God, did he have to rent out the whole place just for one measly dinner?"  I asked with raised eyebrows. Harry nodded and rolled his eyes. 

"Anything for his dear little devil," Harry said in a high voice. Zayn looked at us from in front with a weird look. We both burst out laughing. 

Liam and Louis were talking quietly about who knows what and Zayn kept on giving us weird looks. Niall had decided to ride with his dear little devil. "Have you seen his dld?" I asked. 

Harry shook his head. "All I know is I picked up Niall's phone for him when he was showering and she was all, shut up you effin bastard and give the phone to Niall or something. That was when I just came over to hang out with him. He had to go blah, blah, blah..." Harry rolled his eyes again. 

The waiter smiled and gave us menus as we sat down at the big rectangular table. There were the four boys, me, and soon to be the dld and Niall. A few minutes later, we had ordered and Niall appeared. Hand in hand with the dld. 

I nudged Harry who was sitting on my left. He dipped his head a little, acknowledging what I had just done. The girl was at least 4 inches taller than Niall because of her 6 inch high heels, thin, like starving-herself-thin, platinum blonde hair, almost white, piercing blue eyes, three piercings on each ear and dressed... Well... Overdressed for Olive Garden. She wore what you would wear to a club or a wedding or something. There was a little black dress that hugged her thighs. It was quite short actually. It was strapless and she held a beaded clutch and wore lots of gold and black jewelry. I leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear. "They went matchy matchy..." He snickered as they sat down, noticing that Niall's new gold and black Supras matched her gold and black outfit. 

"Hey guys. This is Savannah Gray. She's..." Niall looked at me. "My girlfriend." I gritted my teeth but being the great actress I was, I put on a fake smile. 

"I'm Delilah Fontaine. Nice to meet you!" I held out my hand for her to shake. She wrinkled her nose at my hand and inched closer to Niall. I took my hand back and picked up my fork next to my plate of salad. "No manners whatsoever," I muttered to Harry. 

Harry shook his head. "I know right?" 

Liam, Harry, Zayn, and Louis all introduced themselves, all getting handshakes from Savannah. Look who's playing favorites? Harry pretended to wipe his hand on the tablecloth and I giggled. "I don't want the devil to spread. I hope it's not contagious..." he murmured. 

I looked up and saw Niall looking at us. We locked eyes for a split second and then we both turned away. Savannah was marveling at Zayn's hair and "lovely" personality. He looked uncomfortable with her touching his hair. "Hey Savannah?" I said sweetly across the table. She looked up at me with a sneer only Harry and I could see. 

"Yeah?" 

"Would you mind stop touchign Zayn's hair? He seems uncomfortable," I batted my eyelashes a little for some effect. 

She rolled her eyes and pulled her hand down to set on the table. "Sure darling!" she smiled like I was a little kid. She couldn't be two years older than me, much less one. 

I turned to Harry and saw his Alfredo Fettucine. "Hey, can I have some of that?" I asked, my fork already moving toward his plate. He nodded and glared at Savannah's head. She was being all friendly with the boys... What about me?