We accept the love we think we deserve.

Louis went to the garage and everyone followed.

“Okay, who’s going in whose car?” Ellie asked, organizing out of habit.

“I can fit up to four other people in my car.” Harry offered.

“I’ll go with Harry.” Erin said.

“Me too.” I agreed. I saw Niall and smiled at him. He smiled back. He had braces on his semi-crooked teeth. It was cute.

“I want Niall in my car too. That’s all I request.” Harry said. He gave Niall a wink. I was confused, but it was okay, because I was just thinking about going to the party.

“Then Zayn can go in the car with you guys too.” Louis said. “Leah, Ellie, Liam, and Sheila will go in my car.”

“Your car? Last time I checked, it belonged to my family, Brit.” Leah said, punching Louis playfully on the arm.

“Ow, that hurt, American.” Louis joked.

“That hurt?” Leah tried to mimic his accent again. It was pretty spot on.

“Oh, this car ride should be fun.” Ellie said sarcastically.

They got into their car and we got into ours. Erin got in the front with Harry, because I let her and because I knew how much Harry liked her. That meant I had to get in the back with Niall, which was awkward because I didn’t really know him. Harry and Erin soon got into a conversation. The radio was on. I tried to talk to him to not be rude.

“So, um...don’t I have a class with you?” I asked. He nodded.

“Ya. I think, like, math or somethin.”

His accent was adorable. I told him. He kind of just shrugged. “Thanks.” But I could still see him blush in the darkness of the car.

We pulled up to what seemed to be Zayn’s house, I guess. He ran out in a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, jeans and black high-tops. His hair was flipped to an unbelieveable height, with a black fedora set jauntily over it.

“Is his hair always like that?” Erin asked, asking the question that was in my head.

Niall laughed at our reaction to Zayn’s hair. “Yes.” He said.

“Well, almost always.” Harry said, trying to defend Zayn a little.

“Keyword: always.”Niall said, ruining Harry’s defense against Zayn. Harry laughed.

“You’re right.” Harry agreed.

Zayn opened the car door and hopped in. This made me have to scoot closer to Niall. Niall shifted uncomfortably as my leg touched his.

“Hey!” Niall said cheerfully over me.

“Hey.”Zayn nodded to him and me coolly. Niall smirked and looked at me.

“Zayn’s a little shy.” He explained.

“Zayn, I don’t think you know Loren. Loren, this is Zayn.” Harry introduced us to each other. I rolled my eyes.

“Of course I know Zayn. He’s in your band too.” I said. Harry gave me a look.

“Well, I know you know his name, but you don’t know him.” He insisted. I shrugged.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll get to know him.”

Zayn cracked a small smile. I smiled back.

“Sorry we’re late Zayn. Loren and I almost injured poor Niall here.” Harry apologized.

Niall laughed loudly as Harry proceeded to tell a curious and amused Zayn about it.

“Wow, I never thought you to be a murderer.” Zayn told me.

“I didn’t kill him.” I protested.

“Almost.” Niall said. I playfully punched him on the arm.

“Hey-not while I’m driving you don’t!” Harry warned us as Niall punched me back. We both laughed. Harry was such an overly cautious driver. Which was a great thing, I suppose, but still. Geez.