Niall
"Hurry up, Ni!" Harry said, panicking a bit. We had woken up late and only had forty minutes to make it to the airport.
"I'm trying to get dressed!" I yelled back, shoving my legs into some skinny jeans. Afterwards, I quickly laced up some white converse on my feet and ran out of Harry's room to the living room.
"Let's go," I said, grabbing my suitcase and carry-on. We rushed out the door, but Harry had to go back because he forgot to lock it. When he finally got in with me, we threw out stuff in the back and quickly made our way to the airport.
We ended up arriving within fifteen minutes. Obviously we were speeding like crazy since the drive was usually twenty five minutes. Luckily, when we got on our plane, we still eight minutes to spare. When making our way to our seats, Harry was stopped a couple of times by desperate girls trying to ask him out.
"I'm gay," he quickly told them, ripping himself away from them.
"I'm jealous of your hotness," I told him when we found our seats. Harry let me take the window seat, and he took the middle.
"Shut up," he almost whined. "You're super attractive." I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
"Lies," I whispered. He went to protest, but a voice came over the intercom.
"Hello everyone," the female voice said. "Thank you for choosing to fly with British Airlines. We will be taking off in exactly two minutes, so if you would, please turn off all electronic devices and fasten your seatbelts. Have a wonderful flight."
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and shut it off then fastened my seatbelt. Harry did the same.
"You're super fit, babe," Harry whispered to me, bring up our earlier topic. I rolled my eyes again and sighed.
"You're an idiot," I told him, shaking my head. He smiled at me.
"So are you." I laughed and rested my head on his shoulder.
"You're cute," he told me, running his fingers through my hair." I smiled and he poked the dimple on my left cheek.
"I didn't know you had a dimples," he said surprised.
"Just one."
"Huh?" He looked at me confused.
"I only have one," I answered. "Just this one right here in my left cheek."
"It's cute. Just like you."
"You're cute too," I told him, blushing slightly. "And so are your dimples."
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Zayn
"Walk faster, Luke," I commanded the younger boy as we made our way to the bakery. He picked up his pace and I smiled, knowing I could basically make him do anything.
"Harry's n - nice...right?" He asked once we arrived.
"Too nice," I muttered, opening the door and heading inside with Like right behind me.
"Hey Annie!" I said when I entered. She smiled and waved, then she went back to helping the customer in front of her. Once the guy left with a large box in his hand, I made my way over to her.
"What brings your adorable selves here?" She asked, cleaning off the counter.
"S'Harry around?" I asked her. She looked up at me and frowned, shaking her head.
"Harry came yesterday morning and quit," she said. "Said he's got a lot on his plate at the moment, and he doesn't have time. Weird really. I figured you knew."
