“Niaaallllll where are we going!” I whined after being in the car for 25 minutes. “It’s a surprise, we’ll be there in literally like 45 seconds,” He explained.
“Fine, but I’m counting,” I stuck my tongue out like the mature 20 year old I am. He chuckled and I started counting. When I got to 43 he stopped the car. “Good timing Horan, you had 2 seconds left.” I got out of the car and looked to my right and gasped.
http://weheartit.com/entry/36412320/via/sunshineshere instead of the bench there was red and white blanket with a picnic basket in the middle. “This is so cute, Niall!!!” I looked up and grinned at him. He blushed and smiled back. We walked over and sat across from each other on the blanket. “I hope you like tacos, Harry cooked. I can’t cook to save my life.” I laughed as Niall pulled out tacos.
“Tacos are my favorite!” Niall smiled at me and I made my heart melt. We ate and made small talk. We were lying on the blanket with our heads next to each other, laughing about god knows what when he turned to me. “I have a question for you,” He said.
“What’s up?” I turned my head to look at him. “Would you like to go out on a date with me? Tomorrow night?” I grinned as butterflies erupted in my stomach. “I’d love too.” He smiled,” I’ll pick you us at 7,” He said, sitting up and inspecting my shoes. “How the hell do you walk in these!?” He lifted my foot in the air and inspected my ankle boots. “Wanna try them on?” I asked.
“YES!” He shouted. “Just untie them and put them on your foot.” He untied my shoes and slipped off his gray Supras and replaced them with my ankle boots…which fit him perfectly. “You have extremely small feet, Ni.” I said as I put on his Supras. “Maybe you have big feet!”
“No, you have small feet…I’m sure of it,” I laughed slightly. He stood up and tried walking in my 5 inch heels. “Liz, this is really hard to do. I have a whole new respect for you and all women everywhere,” He mumbled.
With the use of that nickname, tears instantly welled in my eyes. I put my head down and covered my face with my hair but Niall noticed the tears and stumbled over to me. “Hey, are you okay?” He placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head up, forcing me to look at him. “I’m fine it’s just, my parents, they called me Liz. No one has called me that since the fire.” I sniffled and wiped away a tear. “I’m sorry, I won’t call you Liz.”
“No, no, it’s fine you can, I just haven’t heard it in a long time, is all.” I smiled slightly. “By the way, you suck at walking in heels.”
“I know,” He smiled, “I don’t get why you wear them.”
“I love heels! I mean, I’m already pretty tall, but I like feeling taller in heels.” I smiled again. When I was in 5 inch heels I was taller than Niall but as tall as Harry. “I’m so short,” He grumbled.
I laughed loudly, lacing up my shoes, “You’re a leprechaun, I KNEW IT! I HAVE TO TELL LOUIS!!!!!” I reached for my phone but frowned when I realized it was in the car. “No! You can’t tell Louis, he’ll never let me live it down!”
“Too late! I’m telling him!” I got up and ran towards his car. He laughed and ran after me. I swerved in a zig-zag and tried to throw him off while cracking up. I felt two arms wrap around my waist. We were still laughing as Niall spun around. I broke out of his grasp and made it to the unlocked car. I grabbed my iPhone and dialed Louis’s number.
“Ello?” He answered.
“LOUIS!!! Niall is a-“ The phone was taken out of my hand. “NIALL GIVE IT!!!” I ran after him “HE’S A LEPRECHAUN LOU!!!!!! HE’S A LEPRECHAUN!” I screeched, hoping he’d hear. I caught up with Niall and jumped on his back. I grabbed my phone. “Lou? Are you still there?”
“Yeah? What were you saying!”
“He’s a leprechaun! It’s true. Niall is a leprechaun.”
“I KNEW IT! I SO KNEW IT!” Then he hung up. “Huh. He hung up.” I shrugged and looked at Niall. He dropped me on the blanket. “You’re fast for a leprechaun,” I said as he sat next to me. He laughed loudly and I couldn’t help but laugh at his glorious laugh.
He turned and looked at me, “Let’s go to my flat and see the boys.” I smiled and nodded. We gathered up the stuff and put everything in his trunk. We were in the car when he started laughing. Smiling I turned to him, “You okay?” He nodded unable to formulate words. I shook my head and laughed. He laughed harder as I laughed, then I laughed harder. He ended up pulling over as we sat there laughing about absolutely nothing.
We were clutching our sides, tears spilling over and laughing. I started snoring as a result of my laughing so hard. My snorting caused him to laugh harder and louder. His laugh, being adorable as it is, made me laugh more and snort again.
After literally 20 minutes of laughing we calmed down wiping our tears and massaging sore cheeks. We were panting and sitting back in our seats. “There’s something about your laugh that makes me wanna have to, there’s nothing funny, so we laughin at no-nothing.” I sang and smiled as Niall blushed. He started driving and we made it to his flat.
“Hey! I live like 4 blocks from here! Bro, we’re practically neighbors.” I cheered getting out of the car. He chuckled at my random excitement and led me to his flat. “Do all the other guys live here, too?”
“Yeah, except Harry, he just got the flat above me, so he’ll be moving in sometime this month,” He responded. I nodded, “It must be nice having your friends so close to you.”
“Yeah, it’s great. Especially these guys, they’re the best.” I sighed as Niall concluded his sentence. I’m not really close to anyone. We rode the elevator in comfortable silence. We walked down the hall to his flat. He walked in and shouted, “HONIES, I’M HOME!!” I giggled and followed him to the living room.
“Hey guys,” I smiled nervously.
“ELIZABETH!!! HEYYY!” They shouted. “We were just about to bake cookies, care to join us?” Liam kindly asked. I smiled, “I love baking!” We all ran into the kitchen and attempted to bake cookies.
“You look like you just snorted crack,” Harry pointed at me and giggled. I glared at him. “Well you look like Casper the friendly ghost,” I snapped back, gesturing to his face caked with flour. The boys erupted into laughter.
“Hey guys! So I was thi—What the hell happened in here?” Zayn asked, his hair still wet from his shower. Harry, Liam, Niall, and I pointed at Louis. Zayn laughed and looked around the kitchen. There was a fine layer of flour. There was a blob of cookie dough that was slowly sliding off of the fridge. We were covered in flour and Niall and I had eggs and chocolate chips in our blonde hair. “Okay, Zayn, Louis, Harry and I will clean this up. Elizabeth and Niall go shower,” Liam said.
The boys started snickering while Niall and I blushed hardcore shades of red. “Not together, obviously. Damn, you know what I meant,” Liam rolled his eyes. I followed Niall down the hall, “Here’s the quest room. There should be some towels and shampoo and stuff in the bathroom. I’ll get some sweats and t-shirt for you to wear and leave it on the bed.” I smiled at Niall, “Thanks!” He smiled at me before he disappeared into his room. I went to the bathroom and spent 20 minutes washing egg out of my hair. I changed into the gray sweats and Free Hugs t-shirt. I emerged from the room and into the kitchen while throwing my hair into a messy bun.
“Wow you guys work fast,” I said looking around the now spotless kitchen. “Oh my god! I don’t think my kitchen has ever been this clean!” Niall exclaimed as he walked in the kitchen. “That’s because it hasn’t been this clean before,” Liam muttered under his breath.
“OH! So as I was saying before,” Zayn cut in. “I’m going to the tattoo parlor. Does anyone want to come with?” I was quick to respond to his question. “ME!” All eyes turned to me and I blushed.
“I’ve always wanted a tattoo,” I said with a shrug. “Come on, Malik, LET’S GO!” I took his wrist and dragged him out the door. “We’ll be back soon, I guess,” Zayn said.
Zayn drove to the hospital and the radio was blasting. “IF I WAS YOUR BOYFRINED I’D NEVER LET YOU GO I CAN TAKE YOU PLACES YOU AIN’T EVER BEEN BEFORE BABY TAKE A CHANCE SO YOU’LL NEVER EVER KNOW I GOT MONEY IN MY HANDS THAT I’D REALLY LIKE TO BLOW SWAG SWAG SWAG ON YOU CHILLIN BY THE FIRE WHILE WE EATIN FONDU I DON’T KNOW ME BUT I KNOW ABOUT YOU SO SAY HELLO TO FALSETTO IN THREE TWO SWAG!” We screamed.
We broke off laughing. “You know what I like about you, Elizabeth?” He said to me. “What?”
“You don’t even care that you’re in public with sweats on and you just have fun,” He explained. “I may be really insecure, but I own that. I don’t care what people think about me, I only care what I think about me. And I learned at a really young age to always live your life to the fullest because you never know when it can be ripped away from you.”
“You’ve been though a lot haven’t you? Since the fire I mean,” He said. I nodded my answer. “I fell into drugs and alcohol for a while. I should have been in the house, not my parents. I had to go to a friend’s house to work on a school project. The guilt that I felt, was unbearable. But then when I turned 17, I realized that I shouldn’t be living like that. My parents would have been so disappointed in me and my actions, so I stopped.”
“When you say drugs…” He trailed off. “I mean drugs. There were pills and coke and once there was heroine laced with meth. Zayn, I was in deep.”
“Wow, that’s…that’s really bad, Elizabeth,” He said, concern filing his voice. “I stopped as soon the needle left my skin. I took my stuff and walked home. I sobered up and got a job, then I got my townhouse and I’m all better now,” I said as we pulled into the tattoo parlor.
“You really shock me,” He commented. “I surprise a lot of people,” I spoke before stepping out of the car and into the parlor. “Do you know what you want?” Zayn asked from behind me.
“I know exactly what I want,” I said with a smile.