Centre Parcs with One Direction

Part 24

A/N It's came to update time again! Not going to lie... this is probs a bit rubbish ... oh well!!

Sorry its rather short!! Most of my chappies are though!! Have a good read my sexay turtles!!

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*Gabby’s P.O.V*

After a 15 minute car ride, the limbo stopped-finally. Harry took my hand as we got out of the car, what a gentleman. Then I saw all the lights flashing. Paparazzi and fans? How did they know we were coming here, even I didn’t know we were coming here.

“I’ll explain later.” Harry whispered into my ear, before kissing me on the cheek. I smiled slightly at the tingling feeling running through my body. Wait- what does he have to explain? Was all the camera’s and fans planned? I don’t know, but something is telling me I won’t like it. I decided to just brush off the feeling and we all walked inside, Harry holding his arm around me protectively.

The waitress showed us to our table and asked if we knew what drinks we wanted straight away.

“I’ll have a coke please!” Lauren said loudly, making me jump.

“Diet coke!” I said. They all looked at me funny and I just shrugged, “It tastes better.”

“Err… a pint please?” Harry asked, licking his lips and winking at me from across the table. I rolled my eyes and kicked him- he is trying to seduce me okay, I have a right!

“I’ll have a coke too please?” Liam asked politely, smiling at the waitress who was batting her eyelashes furiously at Harry. I giggled a bit at her, knowing Harry wouldn’t go out with her- she was so fake it was unbelievable. She had blonde extensions in her bleached hair, she was basically orange from the fake tan, and she was wearing heaps of make-up. She must’ve moved up here from Essex! We all sat silently for a moment after the waitress had left, it got a bit awkward.

“So… let’s just hope the others don’t get hit by a lorry!” I stated, breaking the awkwardness. Lauren looked at me and cocked her head to the side.

“What?” she asked. Is she that retarded?

“You guys getting hit by a lorry interrupted our first date!” Harry told her, pretending to be annoyed.

“Well, I just hope this waitress doesn’t dump spaghetti on one of you two!” Liam said, pointing to Lauren and I. I giggled, and began to look at my menu. The others all looked at their menu after me, and began choosing their meals.

“Here are your drinks!” The waitress said, setting the glasses down in front of us. “Do you know what you want to eat?” We all nodded, and they all looked at me to order first.

“Okay, can I have a lasagne please! But can I have it with chips and Garlic bread, as well as an extra side salad! Oh and maybe the salad dressing could be put on the side please, I’m very fussy with my dressing!” I said, looking at the waitress politely. She looked me up and down.

“I assumed you’d eat that much!” She stated, rolling her eyes. Was she calling me fat? Well- she was! Do I care? Not really. I scoffed and sipped some of my drink. The waitress looked at Haz and bit her lip, asking him what he wants.

“I’ll have a steak!” He said simply.

“You mean you’ll have a steak PLEASE?” I asked pointedly. He smirked and rolled his eyes.

“Not with the shitty attitude she has!” He stated, nodding his head toward the blonde- bimbo who was waiting for Liam and Lauren to order. I giggled slightly, and she rolled her eyes at me. Whore!

“I want macaroni cheese!” Lauren ordered, taking a sip out of her straw.

“Same!” Liam practically screamed, making the whole restaurant turn to look at us. We all laughed and shushed him.

“I’ll be back with your meals as soon as possible!” The waitress said, making sure to sway her hips as she walked away. I saw her look back to see if Harry was watching her walk away, but when he wasn’t she stomped into the kitchen and out of my view. Harry reached over and grabbed my hands in his, Liam doing the same to Lauren.

“You eat a lot of food!” Lauren commented, looking at me. I rolled my eyes.

“It wasn’t even that much! It’s just because I had specific preferences!” I protested, pouting at her.

“You’re not Jimmy, you can’t protest!” Harry and Liam chanted at the same time. It was creepy really. I picked up my napkin and threw it Harry. He caught it in between his lips, and spat it out onto the table.  I turned my nose up at him in disgust, and took his napkin from underneath his cutlery.

“Rude!” he argued. I poked my tongue out at him.

“You’re not Jimmy, you can’t protest!” I mocked, waggling my eyebrows cheekily. They all laughed, amused by my weirdness.

As the date went on we just shared small talk about random, weird things. When our food came, the waitress was still flirting with Harry. I had told Harry to flirt back and she ended up slipping her number into his jacket pocket as he began to eat. We all laughed at the message she had put next to it.

My name is Jess! Would love to… catch up sometime! If you know what I mean! ;) xx

I joked about how she probably had to rewrite that note loads of time because her huge nose kept putting a hole in the paper. Everyone laughed hysterically at me, Harry and Liam actually started choking on their food. Once we had finished our mains we had already been there for 3 hours, so we decided we would get desert at home. Harry paid for the bill, saying it was his way of repaying us for his “behaviour with Hayley”- this made me nearly pee myself. After that we headed back out to the car, being bombarded with questions and flashes from the paparazzi.

We climbed into the car and headed back for home. We had all been in a comfortable silence for about 5 minutes when I decided to ask what has been bugging me for 3 hours.

“Why were there so many papz?” I asked. Liam and Harry looked at each other, Harry’s face ridden with guilt.

“Well management want to promote our relationship!” He said. I could tell he was still hiding something because I saw Liam stiffen and Harry’s eyes were glazed with guilt.

“And?” I urged, desperate to know.

“Management wanted you to fake date me!” Harry admitted. I couldn’t form any words, and my mouth was hanging open. Does that mean he didn’t really want to get back with me? Was I a joke to him? Am I just another way for him to make money? I felt tears roll down my cheeks, and I pursed my lips and wiped the tears from my face.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST ASK ME TO FAKE DATE YOU THEN?!” I demanded, feeling tears pour down my face. He just looked at me, not saying a word. Great Harry! Thanks!  

A/N Okay... cliffhanger- sort of anyway! SORRY ITS SO CRAP!!! Writers block like crazy... snow joke!! haha... snow.... its nearly christmas.... just watched a movie that had snow in it.. you don't get it? Oh! AWKWARDDDDD!!! :P xx