Zayn's POV
I walked to the gymnasium where the party was taking place. Music was blaring. The others followed. I looked at them. And nodded. They split.
"Liam." He looked at me. I motioned for him to come over here. He looked around, and walked over.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Remember, you do anything to stop this, you'll wish you didn't." He nodded. And walked away. I smiled and walked over to the punch bowl. Niall was dancing with some girl with beach blonde hair. Harry was talking to some girl. Louis was standing there. And Liam was sitting in a chair, head bowed. I two cups of punch, and waited for Mrs. Perfect Olivia.

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Olivia's POV
Jamie and I got out of her mom's car.
"Have fun! Jamie, call when your ready to come home." She said.
"We will." We waved as she drove off. "Ready?"
"No." I said. She crossed her arms.
"You look sexy, okay?" I looked at my black dress. My hair was curled, and Jamie's mom did my makeup. Jamie had a red dress on and her hair was french braided.
"Fine. Let's go." We walked through the doors and into the gym. We walked in. People stared. "Uh, Jamie. Why's everyone staring?"
"We look sexy, that's why." I smiled. And held my head up high. And walked to the punch bowl.
"Nice dress." I looked over. Zayn was standing there, holding a cup out. I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks. Why do you care now?" I asked.
"I've cared long before that."
"Mhm. Right." He smiled.
"Its true." I rolled my eyes, and started walking away.
"Fine. All I wanted to say was would you like dance with me." I stopped. And spun on my heels.
"What?" I asked.
"Would you like to dance with me?" He smiled.
"But you think I'm little miss perfect." I said.
"I've never told anyone this, but I'm into good girls. Like yourself." My heart stormed in my chest. "Come on, your dancing with me." He took my hand, and led me to the dance floor. I stood there. Why did I wear a dress?
"You don't know how to dance." I said. "Everyone knows that." He chuckled.
"No. But I can sing." The others joined. Then they motioned for everyone to move. The DJ handed us some mics. Jamie stood next to me. The music started. Zayn started singing. Since when could they SING? They all sang the chorus. Then, they let us. I started. Liam wasn't surprised. But the others were. Jamie sang with me. We let them start. Liam began. My eyes grew wide. He sings? They all sang together. We cut in. We finished. Everyone cheered.
"Alright!" The DJ yelled. "Who votes on the boys?" Loud cheers. "And the girls?" Same as the boys. "Looks like we've got a tie!" We laughed. Then, everyone crowded around us.
"You sing?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah. Come on. I wanna talk to you." He grabbed my hand, which sent chills up my spine. Jamie slightly waved. He led me through the doors, and outside. We sat on a bench.
"I know I've been a jerk, lately. But..its because I...I...like you." I was surprised. He LIKES me?
"What?" I asked.
"I do. And, I'll understand if you don't feel the same. But-"
"So, are you like, asking me out?" I asked.
"Yeah. Guess I am." He looked at his shoes. "So, will you?"
"Sure." He smiled.
"Great! Friday. Six o' clock. I'll pick you up. Be ready." He jumped up, and ran off. Leaving me here, alone. Jamie walked out.
"Ready to go?" I nodded.
"Guess I've got a date Friday."

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