All's Fair in Love and One Direction

5: All's Fair in Sundaes & Phone Numbers

Chapter 5

Harry winks at a waitress walking past. She turns pink and almost drops her tray, then hurries away.

Liam kicks Harry. "Could you lay off the flirting, just for one night?"

Harry grins at him. "Nope."

Our dessert is taking forever, and the boys are getting slightly restless. Seriously, how do you get this famous and still not know how to act in a fancy restaurant?

Zayn, it has turned out, for all his vanity, is hopeless at ties. I learned this when Niall practically strangled him in retaliation for some imagined offense, and when Zayn tried to fix it it looked like a blind man had put it on without a mirror. I ended up having to do it. ( By the way - Zayn's neck smells really good ) Then Harry almost choked on his appetizer because he forgot to take the mussel out of the shell. The nearby pretty waitress probably had something to do with it - but yeah, Harry. Forget how to eat - that's really sexy. ( It actually kind of was, though ...) And, of course, Liam ( yes, Liam! ) made a total fool out of himself by getting his shoelaces tangled in each other - like, how do you even do that? - and practically taking out the whole table when he tried to stand up. And then Louis realized that the "boeuf bourguignon" he'd ordered was a side of bacon and vegetables, instead of the banana-onion concoction he'd apparently been thinking of.

Now Louis is consistently poking Harry in the cheek and messing with his hair, except when someone walks by. Then he attempts to "look natural" by snatching up a spoon and engaging in animated conversation with Harry, who just looks at him stupidly. Oh my goodness these boys. I'm starting to feel more like a mother along for their own good than a fan who won this chance.

But that's not to say that they're ignoring me in their antics. Far from it. I think our last conversation involved bacon and genetically engineered mice. (???) We even talked a little about the actual sweepstakes, got some pictures taken, etc. But now we're all pretty quiet, just waiting on our dessert.

Finally, it comes. We all got the cheesecake, except for Harry and Louis, who are sharing an ice cream sundae. I am not lying. It's hysterical to watch.

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It's past ten o clock when we finally leave. I'm freezing in my one shoulder dress, and I can't help but shiver as Harry opens the door for me again. It surprises me that I'm no longer fangirling over every move they make. They're so at ease that it feels like we've known each other for years instead of hours.

Liam notices me shivering and quickly shrugs out of his suit jacket. "I'm so sorry, I'm being rude." He presses his jacket on me. "Take it. It's fine."

I put it on. It smells like aftershave and pine and Liam. ( I know I said I was past the fangirling, but mmm.)

This time Harry and Louis join me on my couch in the limo, while Zayn, Liam, and Niall sit facing us.

"So, how did you enjoy it tonight?" Harry asks me with a slow smile.

"That was - the best ten dollars I've ever spent," I answer truthfully. The boys chuckle.

"Yeah, you were amazing, Andie," says Liam. "We were expecting a crazy fangirl - which is awesome, we love it when people love us - but you were so down-to-earth about it. We had so much fun."

I'm blushing like crazy, I just know it.

"Yes," Louis pipes up, "you really have amazing powers of indifference. You know, you should come to our flat sometime ...Which is inhabited entirely by teenage males, with no adult supervision whatsoever. No, you shouldn't feel weird about that at all!"

I burst out laughing. Zayn hits Louis. "You sound like a criminal!! Just shut your mouth for the rest of the car ride, Boobear."

"You seriously should, Andie," says Liam. "Maybe not now ... But here. I'll give you my cell number - if you don't mind signing a paper that promises you won't put it online or give it out to anyone. You know, the standard."

I giggle. "Here, can you put it in my phone?"

I sign the paper and their security guard - slash - chauffeur files it away. This is normal.

Then they drop me off at the fountain where I left my car, promising to call.

I. Am. In. Heaven.

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(A/N: Hey butterflies!!! Maria here ... Sorry for all these long a/ns. Anyways ... Plot foreshadowing!!! (Sort of.) Ten butter-points and a chocolate cupcake if you can spot it!! Oh, and I really don't know how all this being famous stuff works, so I'm just going to pretend that if you're ridiculously famous and sought after by billions of girls, you would want some insurance that your phone number isn't going to be leaked (hence the paper that Andie must sign.) Sounds reasonable, right?? If not, tell me so in a comment!! Oh, and I can't figure out how to make my authors notes bold! Someone help me please? (I'm updating off my iPod ... Maybe that has something to do with it ...) Anyways. Vote/comment/fan!! Love you butterflies!!! Xxx - Maria)