My Lucky Star (One Direction Affection: Book 2)

3: Hello, I'm The Girl He Almost Ran Over

♧ 3: Hello, I'm The Girl He Almost Ran Over  ♣ 

"Alright, so before we go in, I need to ask you a favor," Niall tells me nervously as we step up to the front door of his flat. 

A favor? He never mentioned anything about any favors on the drive up here.

"What it is?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Well, you know that car I was driving?" He says shyly.

"The one that almost killed me? How can I forget?" I tease, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Yeah, that one," He answers trying to force a laugh, but I can tell he's nervous.

"What about it?"

"Well, the thing is, I'm not really supposed to be driving," He confesses.

So, not only did Niall almost kill me, but he would've done it by illegally driving. How awesome.

"And it's not my car," He continues as he shifts nervously, back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

"It's not?" I raise my brows.

"No," He says. "It's Harry's."

Harry Styles. Another member of One Direction. Cat lover, Cougar Chaser, and flirt of the group. Harry is always finding himself in the tabloids. If Harry is breathing, you can be sure to read all about how he miraculously turned oxygen into carbon dioxide as if it's never been done before. Out of the whole group, Harry is in the public eye more often. Recently, he's found himself a new girlfriend from what I read back at Beatz the other day.

"And Harry has no idea?" I presume.

"No. He doesn't. And I'd appreciate if it stays that way."

"And I'm assuming he's going to castrate you the moment he finds out you took his precious car out for a little joy ride?"

"It wasn't a joy ride," He says defensively. "I had to get somewhere really, really fast and I just figured Harry wouldn't mind."

I try stifling a laugh. "Yeah, he wouldn't mind," I mock slightly. "A car is any teenage boys true love. Don't mess with that, Ireland."

"Wait, you're not telling him are you?" He asks, his blue eyes widening in horror. 

"Of course not," I say waving him off. "But it's only going to be a matter of time before he finds out."

"Yeah, well I just hope that time is in the far, far, far future," Niall mumbles as he takes his keys out and sticks them into the lock, turning it. He looks at me before he pushes the door. "Remember, what I said."

"My lips are sealed," I reply, pretending to zip my lips. "Don't worry."

With that, Niall pushes open the door and immediately I'm greeted with a set of stairs leading to the second floor. Off to the side is a very open living room with leather couches surrounding the large TV set. I can only imagine the graphics on that thing when playing video games. Off in the corner of the room, I spot a decent sized piano and a guitar. It's not the set up that Old Montey had at Beatz, but considering that these boys do music for a living, I'm guessing this is only a quick snapshot of the rest of the house.

Then, from the next room, I hear shouting.

"I can't believe you, Louis!" A girl voice shouts from the other room. 

"Well? You needed a new profile picture!" A voice responds, whom I'm assuming is none other than Louis Tomlinson. "You should be thanking me!"

"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that," the girl responds sarcastically, then in a beat she adds. "And I thought you deleted that picture!"

"I- well-I," a another boy stutters. "I can't be blamed for what Lou does. You should really learn to change your Twitter password."

From the slow way the boy talks, I can only assume it's Harry Styles. People tend to note the fact that he likes to pronounce every syllable with the speed of a sloth.

"I'm going to kill you, Louis!" The girl shouts.

"Catch me first!" Louis responds.

"Louis! Get back here!" She shouts.

A loud scream fills the air. Followed by the loud thud of shoes against the hardwood floor getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, I realize whats about to happen. I'm about to meet the rest of One Direction, the hottest boy band in the world and yet, the only thing I can think about is what I'm going to do tomorrow when Niall takes me back to my apartment. If this is any other girl, they'd be about ready to faint. But not me, I just feel more nervous. Not because I'm meeting them, but because I feel under-dressed.

Throughout the whole night, I didn't even realize that I'm still in my China Wok shirt and tan pants. God, I may not look like a homeless person yet, but I do look like someone without a sense of fashion. And to think I'll be stuck in these godforsaken clothes for a while.

I don't look like a girl that's about to meet four famous British boys. I look like I'm about to serve you an order of Beef and Broccoli and Fried Rice. 

May I take your order?

A couple of seconds later, Louis Tomlinson skids into the room. His brown hair slightly windblown and his blue eyes widen once he sees Niall. Without glancing at me, he quickly runs to Niall, hugging him tightly.

"Paige is going to kill me, Niall!" Louis informs him as if we couldn't hear the whole scene. "Save me."

Niall laughs, "What'd you do this time?"

But before he can respond, a girl comes running down the hallway. I immediately recognize her face. Her tan skin, her short brown hair, her brown eyes. I've only seen her one other time and that was in a picture next to Harry. There is no doubt that she is Paige Carter, Harry Styles new girlfriend.

When she reaches the room, she halts, eyeing Louis. A small smile spreads across my face as I see her. It's easy to tell that she's debating whether or not to tackle Louis, thus taking down Niall as well.

"Now, Paige," Louis says, still hiding behind Niall. "I want you to think before you do anything irrational."