(Maci's P.O.V. Continued)
Lunch had ended, and my time in Wonderland had come to an end, which meant time to face reality.
We had parted ways not too long ago at the restaraunt, but not before arguing about who was paying.
"At least let me pay for my food," I whined. It was Harry's turn to argue why I shouldn't pay. All the others still wouldn't budge, but knew I wouldn't either, so they let each other try.
"Silly silly Maci. We're not going to let you pay," Harry said. His eyes playful.
"Harry Edward Styles. You freaking let. Me. Pay!" I yelled. By this point, all the guys have said nothing, enjoying me and Harry's argument.
"Nope!" He popped the 'p' just to sound more serious.
The waitress then came by, blushed a little (as she has been doing this entire time), and asked us if we were ready for our bill.
"I've got you right here, love." Harry handed the woman his card, then turned around, stuck his tongue out at me, and then smirked. His eyes seemed to say, 'What are you gonna do about it?'
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do about. No-I'llshow you.
"Oh no you don't, Styles." I reached across the table, and snatched Harry's card out of the stunned waitress' hand.
And just to prove a point, I then sat on his card for good measure. I returned his earlier gesture, and stuck my tongue out.
The boys chuckled, and I dug into my purse for my wallet to retrieve my card.
I looked up to hand it over, but all I saw was the waitress walking away.
Impatient, isn't she?
I turned to the boys to say something, but they caught me off guard by their similar childish smiles. I paused, and looked over the table to see if they had taken something, and that's when I notcied the check was gone. Shoot.
"Which one of you?" I asked. But they continued to play the quiet game with me.
Fine. Wanna play that way? We'll play that way.
I intently looked each one of them in the eye, not showing a shred of emotion, trying to make them crack.
It worked.
Liam was the first. He laughed really loudly and said, "Sorry, love. It's not very 'gentleman' like to let you pay."
I was about to say something-most likely smart and snarky- but Liam's puppy dog eyes and pouting stopped me. "Fine. But next time, I don't give a crap if you want to be a gentleman, I am paying for my food!" I told them all.
They raised their hands in surrender, then we all laughed.
Harry cleared his throat and said, "Erm, I'd appreciate it now if you gave me my credit card back."
"The only way you're getting the card removed from me, is if you grab it yourself." I said proudly, shifting my bottom to prove myself. He wouldn't dare.
But I was wrong.
"That can be arranged," Harry smirked at me then made his way from across the table, and picked me up and threw me over his shoulder before I could react.
"Harry!" I screamed.
"What? You told me Ihad to get it myself. And that is exactlywhat I'm doing."
I punched his back, and then he set me down on my feet, waving his card in front of my face.
I scowled at him, then bent down to grab my fallen napkin. But, this boy continued to surprise me, because I felt someone smack my bum.
I jolted straight up, turned around, no doubt my face utterly and completely red, but smacked him on his arm. A wimpy attempt, I might say, but it was at least worth a try.
"Harry freaking Styles. You've got some nerve." I tried to be stern, but instead I ended up trying to swallow my laughter. He gave me an innocent smile then winked. This boy.
When all was said and done, we had exchanged goodbyes, and even hugs (much to my hesitation once again), then seperated.
Gosh I had so much to tell Sam.
So here I am, walking alone in the cold back to my apartment, lost in thought about the boys who seemed to never leave my world.
~Louis P.O.V.~
I gave up trying to take my mind off things. I wasn't working.
So I came back home, sat in front of the tv for a while, and tried to do mindless things.
I know I slept, and ate, and breathed throughout my day. The basic human things.
And around 2:30, the boys decided to intrude my veryfun afternoon, by waltzing in, laughing and joking about something I must've missed.
Zayn was the first to notice me, smiled at me, then waved. The others followed his example.
"Hey, Lou! How was your day?" asked Liam.
"It was, um, fine thanks," I muttered.
They all smiled then went back to talking.
"Gosh, she was an interesting character. She didn't seem fazed at all the we were...well us!" I heard Zayn say.
"I know. We should've gotten her number." Harry said.
"I did," I saw Niall blush, "I kinda, took her phone when Harry was messing with her, and put my number in, and got hers."
Who the hell are they talking about?
"Niall, you sneaky devil," Liam said.
"Maybe we should invite her to our charity concert!" Niall suggested.
"Do you think Maci will even want to? She doesn't exactly act like she's a fan.." Liam said.
I froze. With the name, came a face. Particually eyes. Eyes that couldn't seem to leave my mind.
For the first time I join the conversation, "Maci?"
Niall looked shyly over to me and muttered a 'yeah' then flinched like I was going to punch him.
I couldn't blame him. I had given them a lot of crap afterwards for talking to her.
I honestly don't even know why. She had done nothing wrong. I guess just all this stress pushed me over the edge.
"Huh." I said. "Maybe that will be a good idea," I added.
They all gave me expressions of confusion. Except for Harry. He smiled at me like he knew something we all didn't.
"Um...uh, yeah. Ok. I'll just text her the details." Niall said. He walked off into another room.
Liam and Zayn went off to do their things, and Harry walked right up to me. "You better be on you best behavior if you want to impress her. You have a lot to make up for."
"I don't have the slightest clue what you mean," I said.
"Right." He smirked at me, then walked off leaving me alone with my thoughts.
~Maci P.O.V.~
Once I got home, I realized Sam wasn't home, and decided to check my phone. I had recieved at text.
From none other than Mr. Niall Horan.
It's funny, I don't even remember exchanging numbers. That sneaky boy. He said: I have a surprise for you(;
'You know, I don't remember giving you my number. Using my phone without me knowing, are we now?' I replied.
Sorry...but, anyway, meet me and the boys at the Apollo Hamersmith venue at five p.m. Friday Night.
I smiled. I had heard about this concert on the radio for weeks now. And it was my day off. I said, 'Horan, you are lucky that's my day off(:'
It's my excellent planning skills. See you then, Maci.
I sighed and set my phone down. Four days. I would see them in four days.