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

Chapter Five

Author's Note: i find it sort of disrespectful on how i've been getting rude messages about how One Direction isn't even in here. well they are. but they come in chapter three. i don't know, i just find it very rude and disrespectful that i'm finding the little time i have in between school, tutoring people, helping friends with family problems, a social life, and athletics to update often when i'm getting insincere messages from strangers who are criticizing my grammar, punctuation, ect., i'm only 15. so why don't you be a doll and judge me when you're perfect, okay? okay, well i'm adding some of the boys' P.O.V.s in this chapter so don't yell at me saying they're not really in this story.

i said, "you'll get the boys' P.O.V.s if you're lucky," well with the messages i'm receiving, you're not lucky, only a handful of you are sending me lovely messages. i didn't plan this to be a 1D fan fiction, but i wanted to spice things up so.. yeah. rant is over for now, chapter five everyoneeee. the boys' P.O.V.s are only for the nice people on here who aren't harrassing me on here.

-Becca ;*

Jessie's P.O.V.

We got chased by fans while walking to The Olive Garden.  I actually found it really cool.  I guess that's what happens when you're sharing a house with One Direction.

I was zoning out for the past six minutes or so, until I heard Louis going off on the hostess about sitting on the floor for dinner or something like that, I really don't know how anyone hasn't managed to slap him.

As Emmy has told me, "You can't get mad at a face like that." Yep I think she likes him.

I was put out of my thoughts when I found myself holding hands with Harry while he leads me to a table for, I'm guessing, the ten of us.

"Um," I started, "Harry, you can let go of my hand.  Wait, why were you holding my hand?"

"Well, you were just zoning out back in the front of the restaurant, so I had to take your hand and guide you  along with the other eight to our table," he said, smirking, probably obvious of my blushing.

"Oh, thanks," I said, I was sort of the flirt when it came to guys, but it seems like I'm really shy around Harry, "your hands are really big, by the way."

All he did was laugh, "Well it's either that or your hands are just really small,"

"Aww, lovebirds!" I heard someone say.

"Niall, don't be so creepy, let them have their moment!" I heard another one say.

"But, come on!  We won't be served until they just get to the table and sit down!  I'm really hungry!" I'm pretty sure Niall said that.

Harry's P.O.V.

Is it just me, or do I get--as girls say-- butterflies, when I'm around Jessie?  Like, no, that just doesn't happen to me.  I wouldn't admit it, but I like this butterfly feeling.

After talking to Jessie for about five minutes, we went to our table with eight pairs of eyes on us, they all seemed mad and happy at the same time.  Okay, well Niall was mad since he didn't get any food yet, and so was... Bree?  I think that's her name.  She'd be perfect for Nialler.

"Congrats on the.. sex?" Louis asked us, with a smirk on his face, while everyone bursted out in laughter.

"Shut up Louis," I said, "I was talking to Jessie for a while, nothing happened," although I wish something happened.

"Okay, well since you two were taking so long, we ordered for you.  I just guessed on what you would want, so it's your own fault if you don't like the food since you weren't here to order it," Niall said.

 Eh, I guess this dinner won't be so bad, I'm sitting next to Jessie and BooBear.  I think he likes Emmy, he's been staring at her since I got to the table.  They're really alike, their style, appearances, personalities, and things like that.  Is it just me, or are Cinq Filles just like us... but girls?

Leah's P.O.V.

*After dinner*

Dinner was... Interesting.  I learned a lot of new stuff about all of the boys.  I figured out all of their names, which was a good thing, and a boat load of facts about them.  We got to The Olive Garden around 7:30, and got out of there a little after 10.  Now we're all stuffed, well I wasn't,  but we have to walk home.

"Hey, can we call a cab?" Bree asked, she clearly was stuffed, for once.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing," Niall said, looking at Bree and making her blush.

"Yeah, we're getting a cab.  I don't think anyone is in the mood to walk home except me," I said.

"Well, I'll walk with you?" Zayn said.

"Hmm," I started, "yeah, I think that would be a good idea, so the cab isn't cramped,"

Zayn and I started walking back to the house while everyone else was getting a cab.  I actually think the walk home will sooth my stomach so it doesn't hurt as much.

"So," Zayn said, facing me, "can I ask you a few questions?  I really don't know that much about you, since you barely spoke about yourself at dinner."

"Go for it," I simply stated.

"Favorite color?"

"Purple,"

"Favorite movie?"

"Grease,"

"Animal?"

"Penguins,"

"Your height?"

"5'7 or 5'8,"

"Dang, you're tall for a girl,"

"I needed height for high school volleyball so..."

"Oh, right," he said, smiling, "any health problems?"

"None, I think, only the occasional sharp stomach pain I get in the mornings, no big deal,"

I slowed down my walking, leaving Zayn a step or two in front of me, I was feeling light headed, probably because I barely ate today, and I felt that familiar sharp pain in my stomach.  Before I knew it, I blacked out.  The last thing I remembered hearing was Zayn asking if I'm okay; which clearly, I'm not.