We're Just Like Them... But Girls (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Four

Author's Note: okay i lied. One Direction was in that chapter... and they'll be in the chapters from further on.. i think. maybe if you're lucky enough i'll add their P.O.V.s later on. ;)

-Becca ;*

Leah's P.O.V.

I walked into my room, seeing Zayn on my bed, studying the purple and black pillows on my bed.

"Um, can I help you?" I asked him, "Why are you on my bed staring on your pillows?"

"Oh, I don't really know," he said while getting off of my bed, "I looked through your closet and drawers, your style is really similar to mine, we both like those dark colors, haha."

"That's what everyone thinks, but my favorite color is orange, actually..." I said.

Okay not creepy at all, a guy I barely know is looking through my room...

Group Message with: Emmmy , Oliviaaa :D , Jessayyy ;) , Bree my Babeeeee.

Emmmy: Louis told me that Zayn fancies Leah. What does he mean by that?

Oliviaaa :D : sheesh, turn your auto correct off, none of us use it, lol. but he means that zayn likes leah. ohh get ittttt.

Jessayyy ;) : daaaangggg. he is hot though. but i like harry better ;) if you know what i mean..

Me: you're all immature, he doesn't like me. so who else just found out that we're sharing rooms with the boy we're most alike to? i just found zayn on my bed just chillin' and looking at my pillows..

Emmmy: Yeah, Louis called me 'roomie,' ah it was awkward,

Bree my Babeeeee. : guys, i'm hungry. lets get food, like now.

Emmmy: Okay, I say we go to a dinner with the boys to get to know them better. Who's with me?

Oh great, a dinner with them, I bet Mary and Paul were up to this.

"Okay? Well it looks like the ten of us will be going out for dinner tonight," I said to Zayn, "any ideas on where we should go?"

He just shook his head, "Well, we aren't all that familiar with New York City, so we don't know where the best places are to eat besides McDonalds,"

"Yeah, no. We don't do McDonalds, this country doesn't need more obese people," I added, "maybe we should ask Bree? She really likes to eat and knows where the good places are,"

"But she's a stick? Hey, we found a girl for Nialler!" Zayn said to me; awww, I can see Bree and Niall being together eating everything and not gaining weight, "Seriously, I think we're all hungry, lets eat before Niall eats your whole kitchen,"

"It's not like we have anything in our kitchen," I mumbled under my breath so no one could hear me.

"What did you say?" Zayn asked, I guess he heard me.

"Oh, nothing," I said giving him a small smile.

As we walked out of my room, we had eight pairs of eyes on us coming from the lounge.

"Well well well," Louis started, "look who's out of the bedroom," he said while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Don't be immature, okay, well, lets eat?" Liam said.

"Okay, I have a list of all places in a ten-mile radius, what would all of you perfer for dinner tonight?" Bree asked, "And, pretty-boys, we walk everywhere, so no driving,"

"Really," Harry said, "you walk everywhere? In a ten-mile radius? Wait, so you walked to the studio today?"

"Yep," we all said, "driving is bad for the Earth and plus we need a plan to not get fat after eating," Olivia added, "well, some of us do, the other just eats, does nothing, and still is a stick. Cough, cough, Bree."

"Okay. Now can we go? I'm really hungry! We haven't ate since Starbucks and we only got drinks, so actually, we didn't even eat today and it's about 8:00!" Bree whined.

"Okay, okay," Olivia and Liam said; they're probably the most responsible of the ten of us, "how 'bout... Olive Garden?" Olivia asked.

"Erm, what's that?" all of the boys asked.

"Oops, yeah, we forgot you're British and all, it's an Italian-chain restaurant," Emmy said while smiling.

"Lets go!" We all screamed in unison.

The walk to Olive Garden wasn't that long, we had to run from fans, which in my case, isn't fun while wearing ballet flats. I actually had to take my shoes off and run barefoot for the last mile and a half.

Once we finally got to Olive Garden, everyone was panting, "Do your fans chase you, too? And where were your body guards?" Harry asked, still panting.

"Well," Jessie started, "no, not really. They just follow us and take pictures, we don't have a vicious fanbase where they tear our clothes apart, which is why we don't have any body guards. We're supposed to get a few sometime soon now that all ten of us are living in one house."

"Here, put these hats on," Harry said to the boys, "we don't want to get noticed. Do you girls need any disguises?"

"No, not really," I said, "our fanbase isn't that bad, we're just treated like normal people since our fanbase isn't full of perverted girls who cry or faint when they meet us,"

After the boys put their disguises on, we walked into Olive Garden, no one noticed us... Yet.

"Hello and welcome to The Olive Garden!" the hostess said to us; they use 'The' in front of 'Olive Garden' ? Well you learn something new everyday, "How many in your party?"

"Ten," Liam said in his best American accent, which was horrible.

"Okay, would you like a booth or table?" she asked us.

"Neither, carpet for ten please," Louis said sarcastically in his worst American accent, "okay, I'm sorry. Table for ten,"

"Okay, wait about five minutes until we get the tables set up," the hostess said, in an overly perky tone.

"So far, so good," I whispered, the place was empty, which was a surprise since all of the 'Directioners' were chasing us.

The hostess appeared in a matter of minutes, "Follow me to your table," she said.

Lets see how this turns out...