It Gets Better

Prologue

"What's your name, love?" He asked, standing up and basically sauntering towards me.

That was the most seductive I've ever seen him walk. My eyes shot to the ground to avoid staring.

Holy shit, what was he trying to do to me? Wait, what did he just ask? Think (Y/N) think, he asked a question come on answer him. OH he asked my name; what's my name... (Y/N)! Ok I got it here we go. 

I looked up and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out as my face was level with his crotch;  he had already reached my side and was standing next to me, waiting for a response.

"It's (Y/N) mate!" Zayn piped in and I flashed him a quick, grateful smile. Was my need for rescuing that obvious?

"(Y/N) huh?" Harry asked Zayn and then looked back to me "Gorgeous name, but I was looking forward to hearing that beautiful voice of yours, I'm fascinated with American accents you know. I find them  quite sexy." He said, looking into my eyes and adding obvious emphasis to those last two words.

Niall gripped my shoulder tighter; he was nearly as nervous as I was and quite frankly it was adorable. I suddenly became brave and opened my mouth to speak:

"Well, that's funny, because I feel the same way about Irish accents." I stated.

And for some reason I reached over and laid my hand on Niall's thigh as a friendly gesture, while still looking at Harry, and Niall relaxed. I and saw Harry's cocky facade drop a bit as his eyes darted over to look at my hand, with just a hint of jealousy in his facial features. This was all so bizarre.

"What about British accents babe?" Zayn asked, sounding hurt. I looked over and he was frowning at me.

"Of course I like British accents, Zayn. Yours is quite lovely." I said with a small wink and he smirked in response.

"What about mine?" Liam asked, glancing at me nervously, as if he was scared I wouldn't approve. I giggled.

"Liam, Your accent is positively adorable." I said and I heard Liam let out a sigh of relief and I giggled.

"I love all your accents alright, I'm fascinated with accents." I added looking over to Harry, who was smirking at my admission.

"Women love the Cheshire chaps." he said slowly, and winked at me before leaning down to kiss my cheek. As he pulled away, his lips lingered by my ear as he whispered softly "Nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

What had I gotten myself into