All's Fair in Love and One Direction

12: All's Fair in Walmart & Barbecue Chips

Chapter 12

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We've only been in Wal-Mart for about thirty minutes and we have already received about a million questionable stares. From appalled glances given by strangers when Harry was dared by Louis to lick a banana and then put it back on the shelf, to sympathetic and confused looks out of the corners of eyes when Niall pretended to sob after Zayn told him that he couldn't buy the Barbie backpack he'd picked up.

So now we are sitting in the children's book section, everyone casually reading picture books while sitting criss-cross-applesauce. I discreetly take out my phone and take a picture of the boys, ridiculous disguises, princess books, and all.

"YAY, THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER!" Louis claps like a four-year-old.

Simultaneously, Niall finishes reading his book, which was "The Very Hungry Caterpillar", and lies down. Yes, LIES DOWN on the floor of Wal-Mart. Facepalm. "I'm hungryyyy now."

Liam frowns, "...But...I don't understand. How is Curious George so intelligent? He's a MONKEY for God's sake..."

I can't tell if they're kidding or serious. This is too much. I'm getting delirious, so I decide to just laugh for everything that's happened in the past day. The boys are staring at me like I'm crazy. Except for Niall, who is laughing, still laying down on the floor tile of the store. Let's hope he doesn't contract some communicable disease.

Before I know it, I'm laughing so hard that I'm crying, and I crumple over onto the person closest to me, which just happens to be Zayn. He starts laughing too, and almost immediately, all six of us are leaning on each other, unable to escape the contagion of giggles. I can't believe these guys haven't been my friends for years.

"I think I've laughed harder today than I ever have in my life." I gasp once I halfway regain my composure.

"That's good to hear." Liam grins. Liam is so genuine... And smart... and sweet... and caring... And British... and I've been staring at the ground for way too long, now.

Harry jumps on the moment; I knew someone would. "When you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell, you don't know you're beautiful."

I look up and Harry has a ridiculously cheeky grin on his face. He thinks he's amazing for saying that. He thinks he had just won me over or something. Think of a quick comeback, Andie...

"Thanks, Harry. But you're a screwed up mess, you never listen-listen, and I don't want your kiss." I smile, quite pleased with the expression on his face: impressed shock.

"Na, na, na. Stop flirting, you two." Zayn chuckles.

I scoff.

Harry does nothing.

A magazine cover distracts me. It reads, among other headlines, 'Quiz: How hardcore of a Directioner are you?' Bring. It. On.

"Niall, hand me that magazine behind you. It's about you guys."

He does as he's told and swiftly passes me the magazine. I start flipping through it to find that almost the entire magazine is about One Direction. This should be fun. I find the page with the Directioner quiz on it.

"How hardcore of a Directioner are you?" I read out loud, "First question, which member of One Direction is Irish?"

"Me!" Louis claims.

"Noooo, I'm Irish, Louis." Niall puts his fists on his hips.

"The answer is... Niall!" I laugh.