Lily's POV:

All I could do was stare at the men's bathroom, I know that seems perverted but it was for appropriate reasons. What did they say? Could they possibly make a fourteen year old guy go insane? Could they possibly be all friends? (that sounds soooo cheesy) Will I be able to get out of this deal? Will Luke ever talk to me again? Is One Direction disappointed in me?

I don't know! I rested my chin onto my hands and continuously looked at the bathroom.

Luke came out after 30 minutes. His face was expressionless, which was frustratingly hard to read.

He walked up to me with all the serenity in the world. He's either a phenomenal actor or my Dads went easy on him. Please call off the deal, please call of the deal, I begged.

"Let's finish our meal," stated Luke, as if nothing happened. I screamed in my head.

God! Why does he have to be so damn perfect? I CAN'T LIKE HIM. My one true love is NICK! I don't deserve Luke anyways. I'm so not his "perfect girl", I have so many flaws.

"Lily? You should eat your food, it's getting cold," Luke snapped me back to reality and I painfully smiled at him. We ate quietly for the rest of the meal. I was just afraid that if I talked I would confess my feelings for him. I was dying to ask him what happened in the bathroom but I had a feeling Louis wanted to keep it between them. When the waiter gave Luke the check, I frowned.

"No, absolutely not!" I lunged for the check and snatched it out of his hands.

"Lily this is a date, so, a guy pays for the dinner." He pulled the check from my hands and started taking some crumpled twenty's out of his pocket.

"I'm pretty much a millionaire! I can pay for my own food!" I tried to grab it again but he avoided my hand and gave the check and the money to the waiter. I crossed my arms, not only upset that Luke got away with this, but he got away with everything.

"Aww come on, don't be a grouch, I know what will make you happy: frozen yogurt!"

"As long as I'm paying!"

"Not likely," Luke smirked and took my hand and led me out of my chair.

"I don't need your help." I snapped, roughly taking my hand out of his grasp.

"I know, but you love it." He grabbed my hand once again, his grasp firm enough so I couldn't wiggle my fingers out. Although his clench was tight, his hand fit perfectly in mine as he led my gently out the door

I got onto the bike, the tinniest bit disappointed that he couldn't continue to hold my hand. Luke took me about ten blocks away from my house, to a small, lit up shop. The temperature was cool as we walked inside, Luke once again opening the door for me. I smiled in delight of all the flavors and toppings displayed. When we had gotten our yogurt and toppings, I ran over the the register with the two yogurts in hand and slammed my debit card into the waiting hand. I grinned in triumph because I won, this once.

"Ha! I beet you this once!" I yelled in his face as he just chuckled at me.

"What?" My smile faltered, as Luke continued to laughed.

"If you thought I would be mad, you are so wrong. There are so many other ways I can repay you. And I could never be mad at you, especially when you're smiling." I blushed deeply and was taken back by his words. I tried to open my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Luke sat down a table and I mindlessly joined him. Wow. Just wow. Those are probably the sweetest words ever spoken to me. I glanced up at Luke and immediately looked back down at my yogurt.

We we finished out yogurt in more silence. But this time it wasn't so awkward. I wanted the silence. Not because I was afraid that I was going to spill my feelings (although I was still afraid of that) but because I was so wonderstruck that I wanted to think about Luke. I was amazed by how much he already cared for me. I never had feelings that deep for someone, not even Nick. Luke was just so patient and kind. That made me remember a memory verse that we learned in Youth Group.

Love is patient, Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preservers. Love never fails. But when there are prophesies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

- 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

Is this Love?