*Harry's P.O.V*
"Have fun!" I waved as Savannah disappeared behind her school's double doors. She shot me that gorgeous smile before going inside. Lou started pulling out of the parking lot, and I leaned back in my seat.
It's been six days ever since Savannah's "moved in", and I've loved every minute of it. Louis' been driving her to school every day, and I've tagged along for the past two days, not wanting to leave her before I have to. Yes, I admit it– I don't want to leave her side.
"So, what're we gonna do today?" Louis asked. I shrugged.
"What?! It's Savannah's birthday in a week, and you have nothing to plan?!" He incredulously screeched.
"Calm down, Lou. Of course I have stuff planned, genius," I said, rolling my eyes. He huffed.
"Then what? A surprise party in the park?" He excitedly asked, making the car bounce.
"Chill. Sav was right when she said you made this car shake," I muttered. He gave me a look.
"Whatever. Anyway, I think you should take her somewhere," he said, hinting that I should ask her out.
"Maybe. . ."
"Oh my gosh! I have the perfect idea for your date!" He eagerly announced. I sighed, rubbing my forehead with my forefinger and thumb.
"What is it?" I wearily asked.
"You can take her to that really fancy Italian restaurant, and play something for her!" He gleefully suggested. Hmm, that's not a bad idea. . .
"I'll think about it," I absentmindedly replied, already planning out the details. Louis gave me a look.
"Yeah right. You won't think about it– you'll do it," he said, turning onto our street.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We all know you have great love ideas, but seriously. I need you to tone it down when I take her out," I warned him, and he nodded, pointedly zipping his lips with his fingers.
"WATCH OUT!" I screamed, my hand darting out to grab the steering wheel. Luckily, we dodged the soccer-mom van at the last-minute, the sound of horns echoing. After the driver finished informing us where we ranked on the idiot meter, flipping us the bird, and speeding away, I turned to him, a skeptical look on my face.

"Are you sure you have a valid license?" I asked, my heart still pounding from that near-death experience. He thankfully parked, and I exhaled.
"Course I do, Curly," he said, intentionally using my nickname to annoy me. I groaned, following him as we walked back into the house.
"I don't think it's safe to be in the same car as you when you're driving," I argued. He pouted.
"How dare you doubt me!" He exclaimed, and I shrugged.
"Just ask anybody here," I gestured to the three other boys that were on our couch. Zayn turned to us.
"What?" He asked through a mouthful of chips. Hanging up my coat, I repeated my statement to them, asking if it was dangerous to be with Louis when he's at the wheel.
"Yeah."
"Definitely."
"Umm. . ." Smirking, I triumphantly turned to our bandmate.
"See! Even Sav said you almost killed her the other day," I told him. He defensively raised his hands.
"Ok, one, I was kinda busy laughing at something she said–"
"Meaning you got distracted," I interrupted, and he cocked an eyebrow, shooting me yet another look.
"Hey, you of all people should know how distracting she is," he teased, bouncing away before I could hit him for that remark. I groaned, rolling my eyes before flopping down on the couch next to Liam.
"So, you have any good ideas for her birthday?" He asked. I shrugged, reclining.
"Just the typical play-and-ask-out one that Louis gave me," I answered. They exchanged looks, and thoughtfully nodded.
"Might as well try it," Zayn told me. I shrugged, deciding to do it. After all, what did I have to lose?

Notes

I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE SUPER-LONG WAIT!!!!!! :( :(

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