Ch. 3: The Date

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“Um Guys,” Niall says, covering his eyes, “The fans are getting restless and its time to go on”

Harry slowly retreats and jumps up

“Ok, Lets go he says” Handing you a white piece of paper before you are escorted back into the crowd of roaring fans.

You didn’t dare to open the piece of paper as you were renowned for misplacing things. So you put it in your bag and enjoyed the concert.

When you got home, locked the door and raced upstairs into your room. You took the piece of paper out of you 1D bag. It read:

“Thanks for everything, call me sometime, luv Harry”

You turn the piece of paper over and find a phone number. You scream for joy and fall back into bed.

The next day you hear a knock at your door, then a bang, then a smash. You race down stairs to find Louie, Niall, Zayn and Liam standing on your smashed front door.

“What have you done,” you ask worriedly, “That’s my front door!”

Suddenly Zayn scoops you up and carries you to the 1D van.

“Hey where are we going,” “And what about my door?” you laugh.

“Don’t worry you will see” Louis giggles, “Oh, and the door will be fine, a few bandages will fix it up.”

The van has leather seats and smells like cotton candy. You sit in the back with Louie and Niall whilst Liam and Zayn sit in the front. You had been travelling for around 20mins when suddenly it hits you;

“How did you know where I live?” you ask suspiciously.

Niall is the one who answers;

“Theres this thing called google, you should try it” he jokes

Finally you arrive at a very fancy restaurant, fans surrounded your approaching van taking pictures and screaming “I LOVE YOU”. Suddenly Niall pushes you out of the van and drags you to the entry of the restaurant the other boys close behind.

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