Meeting 1D In Your PJs Is Not Fun

Home?

Straight to the point, Imma so excited!

Finley's POV

Zayn and Steph went on their date, Louis and Eleanor went to a movie, Liam and Harry went surfing, and what did me and Niall do?

Nothing.

Zip, Zilch, Nada.

Nothing at all.

"Hey, I found this new Italian restaurant near-by. You wanna make it a date?" Niall leans down to be at my height on the couch. Don't look down his tee. Don't look down his tee. Don't look down...GAHHHH! Who am I kidding?! I've been staring at his abs the last like 5 minutes.

I blink out on my trance. "Sounds fun." He smiled and backed away.

"Well, then go get ready. Cuz I'm leaving in thirty minutes."

I scramble out of my cocoon of warm blankets and sprint upstairs.

Twenty nine minutes later, I came down in a white mini with a sequenced top and a ribbon on the rib cage. Simple make-up was covered by my black Aviator's. A black leather jacket with white cotton sleeves kept me warm. Running out the door, I grabbed a pair of new green TOM'S. A green clutch with a simple buckle kept slipping out of my hands.

Niall was revving the engine impatiently. His grimace broke into a wide grin as his eyes drunk in my hurried outfit. Sliding across the floor, I dove into the car and somehow landed neatly in the passenger seat, which was on the left side.... Weird. My hands almost grabbed the non-existent wheel. I turned and kissed Niall on the cheek.

His continuous stare made me squirm. "Uh, shouldn't we go?"

Niall blinked his gorgeous blue eyes and nodded, brain clearly still reeling in my body. "Yeah, sure." I sighed and relaxed back into my chair, shoving my glasses up into my hair. Without the aided darkness, I could clearly see Niall.

He cleans up good!

Khaki skinny jeans, Jordan's, and a red polo shirt buttoned up to the top. Rayband's were shoved into his door pocket and a lump on his thigh told me that was where his phone was.

"So, where are we going?" I asked after a few minutes filled with hit Brit songs. What Makes You Beautiful was playing. I hummed along, distracted by two drops racing down my window. I mentally cheered the smaller one on. He made it first. I did a mental fist pump and smiled.

"That's for me to know and you to find out. What's with the smile?" Niall kept his eyes on the road, but stretched his arm across the head rest, fingers grazing my shoulder. Tingles shot from his fingers and vibrated throughout my body. My fingers shook in response.

"What, I can't smile now?" My lips parted in an exaggerated smile. Niall let loose a booming bark of laughter, which pounded against the walls of the small car.

"No, you can smile. I was just wondering why." We talked the rest of the way about my home in little Washington, USA. He recounted a couple crazy fan stories while he and the boys were on tour and talked about his hometown in Ireland. The fondness in his voice made me home sick.

I told him about a few adventures Steph and I have had. Most involving a boy, a vegetable, and a rope...not necessarily in that order. He laughed at every story, making me catch his contagious laughter. He almost ran into a road sign, but I took the wheel and jerked it back. This made him laugh even harder. I personally saw my life flash before my eyes.

It looked like a cheesy fast-food commercial.

About an hour later, filled with jokes and many many snacks, we finally made it to the restaurant. Niall came over to my side and opened my door. Such a gentleman. We got in with no problem, just a few paps. I had slipped my Aviator's on and dipped my head while Niall guided me inside.