Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

14- The Start of a Date...

3 pm. April 19, 2012

Olivia POV:

"Wow, you look pretty!" Liam said to me as I stepped out of the bathroom. I giggled, as the boys turned around to look at me, and they all called me pretty in thier own way.

"Do you guys want to go surfing now?" Louis asked getting up from my shared bed.

"Ya, let's go!" Liam said as we all went down to the living room, and I grabbed my nude, strappy, stilettos. I walk down the stairs, and the boys were waiting for me at the door. As I sat down to strap on my heels, Harry threw a fit.

"Gosh Liv, why do you take so long? We're leaving. Goodbye." Harry said stomping out the door, followed by Liam, then Louis, and finally Zayn, who said,

"Bye Liv! Have fun on your date with Niall!"

The door shut, and we were alone. Just Niall and I. "you look beautiful, Olivia." Niall said sitting on the arm of the chair I was on.

"..You don't look too bad yourself, Horan." I say looking at him up and down. He was wearing a white V-neck short sleeve shirt, on top of his regular chinos. He had his green, snapback that had his name written on the back.

"Ready?" Niall asked as he got up and offered his hand.

"Yup" I say popping the 'p'.

We head out, and we were in the lobby, I had to wait for Niall to check us out. As he walked over, I notice, that he slipped his hand on the small of my back. Small sprits of shock went through my body. Almost like Sparks were Flying. Everywhere.

"We good?" the blonde guy asked as I nod my head, and we walk through the main door.

"This is annoying." I say as I encounter the numerous fan girls screaming Niall's name. Everything was fine, until I heard comments like,

"You bitch!"

"She’s ugly!"

"Fat ass!"

"Stop stealing Niall!"

"Die, Bitch!" and they kept coming. Those comments are not the nicest thing I’ve ever heard. But not the worst. It obviously hurt though.

"It’s okay, they're just jealous." Niall whispers in my ear. I look over, and fake a smile. He just pulled me closer to his chest. Not that I minded. We had finally gotten into his rented car, and it seemed to be a Maserati.

As I was about to open the door to the passenger seat, Niall beat me to it. "Let me," he said as he let me slip into the passenger seat. He then, jogged over to his door, and climbed in.

"You’re such a gentleman, Nialler." I say as I look over at him trying to turn on his car.

"I try my best for my date..." he said finally turning on the engine.

"Oh, so am I your date now? Since when did that happen?" I ask sarcastically.

"Since I asked you out," he said back, smirking.

"Such a flirt." I call him back, making his smirk bigger.

"So, where are you taking me on this date of yours?" I ask him.

"Well, uhh... It's a surprise...?!" he said, his eyes glued on the road.

"Niall.... You didn't have anything planned, do you?" I ask.

"We...are... Going to... Uhh walk along the streets!"

Great. Walking. In my 4 inch stilettos. Well, since I’m 5' 2". And even with these heels I’m not as tall as Niall! As we drove along the dirt road to the city streets, I looked out the window of his Black Maserati. It wasn't long until Niall found a parking spot, and helped me out. I gladly take his hand and follow him to the sidewalk.