(Scarlet's POV)
As Mikayla and Niall played the song and sang, Louis and I started holding hands again. I smiled softly at him. He looked right into my eyes and whispered, "I like it when you smile!" and then, right there at that moment, he was leaning in, and I was leaning in too. And then, right when the music stopped, he kissed me! For a few minutes we sat there happily like this, until the car stopped moving. I looked around at the car, and these were everyone's expressions: next to me, Louis sat there smiling at me. Next to him, Harry sat awkwardly looking at the floor with Zayn was doing the same. Niall looked happy for Louis and I, and Mikayla also looked happy, but a little bit envious.
Then the car door opened, and Mikayla's mom poked her head in and said "We're here! Boy's I hope none of you are allergic to dogs!"
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(Mikayla's POV)
"I love your dog!" Louis stated first. They were all huddled around black lab. She looked as though she were about to go insane with the amount of people in the room. Her tail was whipping everywhere and her eyes were wide and crazy.
"Do any of you want something to drink?" I asked. They all scattered their responses so I slid off my heels and went to get the beverages.
As I got the glasses out I heard somebody else enter the room. "Do you need any help?" Niall asked sweetly. Before I could answer, he helped me open the 2-liter bottle I was struggling with.
"Thanks," I reply. He stood next to me, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers.
"No problem." My heart skipped a beat when I turned around and noticed how close we were. Our noses slowly brushed, as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
Now, my heart was beating so fast and so loud, I'm sure all of America could hear it. I know Niall had to hear it. But, if he could hear it, he didn't make it known.
As the kiss continued, Niall let go of my hand and instead wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Then, I took the opportunity to take my hands and wrap them behind his neck, playing with his soft, dyed hair.
Soon, I heard someone clear their throat, so we broke apart, bashfully, and turned to see who it was. I don't know who I was expecting it to be, but I was totally unprepared to see my dad standing there, wide eyed and arms crossed.
If looks could kill, we'd both be dead.
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