Every time we to-o-uch
You get this kind of ru-u-ush
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you don't wanna take it slow
And you just wanna take me home
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And let me kiss you

The crowd went wild after the song had ended, and wouldn't quiet down until the boys had to practically scream into their michrophones to get their attention.
And even then, everytime they said something, the response was another round of screams.
I don't know how they do it, because it was completely frustrating to me that I couldn't hear them.
Finally (and thankfully) the crowd quieted down, and One Direction said their goodbyes to the crowd. Once again, the crowd erupted into yelling, but this time it consisted of "boo's".
The boys made their way back to me, each smiling once they saw us. Me and Sam gave them the thumbs up, and Niall went straight to Sam, engulfing her in a hug. They were laughing and and smiling, acting as if they were the only ones in the room.
It was quiet between the rest of us, until Zayn turned to me and asked how I thought they did.
"I loved it! Y'all were great!" I smiled brightly at him. I was just about to ask him how long we would have to wait to leave, but the boys' laughing interrupted me.
I nervously laughed and said, "What?"
"Did you seriously just say 'ya'll'?" Liam asked giggling.
"HOW Y'ALL DOIN TONIGHT?!" Harry mimicked.
"I am COOOUUUUUNNNTRRYYY! From the south y'all!" Zayn yelled with a pathetic attempt at a southern accent.
I pouted and stomped my feet a little to try and get their attention. But, they were too caught up in their own world of giggles to notice. Even Louis, who had been silent the whole time, was red in the face and chuckling. Fine. If they wanted to play that way, we would play that way.
"Oooo! Look at me! I'm so hot. Girls love me, and I'm super rich. I have an accent, and travel all around the world singing." I huffed after I had spoken. With every word, I tried to make my, very sad but noticable, fake British accent heard. They just smiled, and then spoke all at once.
"You think we're hot?" Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"That was a very interesting British accent attempt," Louis interjected quietly, but still smiling. I couldn't help but keep looking his way to look at his gorgeous smile.
"What a different way to mock us," Liam said. I turned my gaze to him, then shrugged my shoulders.
The other boys-Harry and Zayn- were still laughing away, so I walked away and sat on the couch.
"You guys suck." I called over to them. When they looked over at me, I stuck my tongue out at them.
Eventually, everyone had cleared out, and told me we would have to wait until the traffic had gone away, and the fans weren't still waiting outside. So, I sat alone on the couch. Actually, almost alone.
Louis sat down with me.
I sat there twidling my thumbs, and he sat there on his phone. Both lost in our own thoughts. Mine were obviously about him, much to my protest.
After about fifteen to twenty minutes, I was about to scream from the quiet. But before I could get up and leave this awkward situation, Louis cleared his throat. I looked at him curious, and he smiled, opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked unsure of what he was going to say. I motioned him to go on.
Louis sighed then spoke, "We, uh, we got off to a rough start when we met an-"
"That would be an understatement," I interrupted.
He nodded slightly then continued, "I'm sorry. There's really no excuse for it. I'm Louis." He finished talking, then put his hand out.
I smiled. He's classy.
I shook his hand and said, "Maci."
"I know," He smiled almost shyly. There was a long pause before he spoke again.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" He looked at me.
This time it was my turn to be at a loss for words.
No! He was rude, and you don't wanna get messed up with this guy!My head was shouting at me.
Do it. Do it. What've you got to lose? Go for it. And that is what my heart told me.
I could almost see the little demon me on one shoulder, and the angel me on the other arguing with each other trying to get me to make a decision.
But, I went with what felt like the best choice. Is it the right one? I guess I'll find out later.
"Yes. Let's get out of here."