Wrong way
Chapter 6- Nice
Louis’ POV
“Hello Louis William Tomlinson aged 23 years old. Birthday 24 December. From Doncaster. Nicknamed Boobear, Lou. Last relationship with Eleanor Calder.” She recited. I stared blankly at her. She turned to Harry “Harry Edward Styles aged 21 years old. Birthday 1 February. From Cheshire. Nicknamed Curly, Harold, Hazza, Haz. Currently single.” She finished smirking. “Now if you’ll be kind enough to tell me why am I here?” I snapped out of my daze and said “I don’t know if I should feel honoured that you know so much about me or I should freak out. And you are here because I thought you were gonna shout and that would be bad cos it would draw attention to us and we’d rather not get mobbed when we are out getting breakfast.” Harry was still staring at her open mouthed. “Harry you might wanna pick up your jaw” she said. Harry closed his mouth but continued staring at her. God I hope she isn’t one of those fans that feel the need to murder our ear drums when she sees us. “You can drop me off at my house since I didn’t shout your names and you weren’t rude to your fan, no harm done. We can part ways and pretend this encounter never happened. Oh and don’t worry I won’t tell the world that Harry Styles spilt his drink on me. Before I say goodbye though, I just want to tell you that I love you guys and your songs and that I am happy that I met though not very happy of the circumstances and I am very proud of myself for not freaking out. My house is just around the corner you can drop me off her if you want. If you don’t mind can I have your autograph? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I thought it wouldn’t be bad to ask.” She says all of this very fast. Damn. “I wasn’t joking when I said that we would give you a change of clothes.” I told her. “Thanks for being our fan .We are going to our house but I am going to have to blindfold you for the rest of the journey as we can’t afford everyone knowing where our house is.” I tell her very calmly. She looks at me and then she closes her eyes and covers them with her hands. When we reach the house I tell her she can open her eyes and now it’s her turn to drop her jaw. Harry hasn’t spoken for the entire ride all he’s been doing is stealing glances at her and mumbling a thanks when she complimented us on our music. I take my keys from my back pocket and open the front door. Harry goes straight to his room and I lead her into the kitchen expecting her to be hungry. What I wasn’t expecting was Niall making pancakes in nothing but his boxers. Great, just awesome.
Annabelle’s POV
Nice I thought when I saw Niall in nothing but his boxers. Louis turned to look at me smiling. Shit. “Did I say that out loud?” Louis nodded and I dropped my head in embarrassment and wished that the floor would just swallow me. I risked a glance at Niall and saw him smiling at me. I smiled back. “And who would this lovely lady be?” he asked in his adorable Irish accent. “This is...” Louis began before realising that he didn’t know my name. I mentally punched myself for not introducing myself. “Uhm, hi, my name is, uhm, I’m Annabelle.” I say. Since when have I been shy? I hadn’t been shy earlier when I was alone in a car with two hot boys and I was shy and I was being shy now? “Hello Annabelle. I’m...” “Niall James Horan aged 22 years old. Birthday 13 September. From Mullingar. Nicknamed Nialler and Ni. Last relationship with Sarah and currently single” I recited automatically. Niall looked at me and then started laughing his beautiful laugh. I found myself laughing along with him and I was suddenly glad that Louis hadn’t dropped me off at my house. Nice was I falling for Niall? Nah, it must be the Irish accent and his laugh that make him a likeable person. But I am surely not falling for him.
“Hello Louis William Tomlinson aged 23 years old. Birthday 24 December. From Doncaster. Nicknamed Boobear, Lou. Last relationship with Eleanor Calder.” She recited. I stared blankly at her. She turned to Harry “Harry Edward Styles aged 21 years old. Birthday 1 February. From Cheshire. Nicknamed Curly, Harold, Hazza, Haz. Currently single.” She finished smirking. “Now if you’ll be kind enough to tell me why am I here?” I snapped out of my daze and said “I don’t know if I should feel honoured that you know so much about me or I should freak out. And you are here because I thought you were gonna shout and that would be bad cos it would draw attention to us and we’d rather not get mobbed when we are out getting breakfast.” Harry was still staring at her open mouthed. “Harry you might wanna pick up your jaw” she said. Harry closed his mouth but continued staring at her. God I hope she isn’t one of those fans that feel the need to murder our ear drums when she sees us. “You can drop me off at my house since I didn’t shout your names and you weren’t rude to your fan, no harm done. We can part ways and pretend this encounter never happened. Oh and don’t worry I won’t tell the world that Harry Styles spilt his drink on me. Before I say goodbye though, I just want to tell you that I love you guys and your songs and that I am happy that I met though not very happy of the circumstances and I am very proud of myself for not freaking out. My house is just around the corner you can drop me off her if you want. If you don’t mind can I have your autograph? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I thought it wouldn’t be bad to ask.” She says all of this very fast. Damn. “I wasn’t joking when I said that we would give you a change of clothes.” I told her. “Thanks for being our fan .We are going to our house but I am going to have to blindfold you for the rest of the journey as we can’t afford everyone knowing where our house is.” I tell her very calmly. She looks at me and then she closes her eyes and covers them with her hands. When we reach the house I tell her she can open her eyes and now it’s her turn to drop her jaw. Harry hasn’t spoken for the entire ride all he’s been doing is stealing glances at her and mumbling a thanks when she complimented us on our music. I take my keys from my back pocket and open the front door. Harry goes straight to his room and I lead her into the kitchen expecting her to be hungry. What I wasn’t expecting was Niall making pancakes in nothing but his boxers. Great, just awesome.
Annabelle’s POV
Nice I thought when I saw Niall in nothing but his boxers. Louis turned to look at me smiling. Shit. “Did I say that out loud?” Louis nodded and I dropped my head in embarrassment and wished that the floor would just swallow me. I risked a glance at Niall and saw him smiling at me. I smiled back. “And who would this lovely lady be?” he asked in his adorable Irish accent. “This is...” Louis began before realising that he didn’t know my name. I mentally punched myself for not introducing myself. “Uhm, hi, my name is, uhm, I’m Annabelle.” I say. Since when have I been shy? I hadn’t been shy earlier when I was alone in a car with two hot boys and I was shy and I was being shy now? “Hello Annabelle. I’m...” “Niall James Horan aged 22 years old. Birthday 13 September. From Mullingar. Nicknamed Nialler and Ni. Last relationship with Sarah and currently single” I recited automatically. Niall looked at me and then started laughing his beautiful laugh. I found myself laughing along with him and I was suddenly glad that Louis hadn’t dropped me off at my house. Nice was I falling for Niall? Nah, it must be the Irish accent and his laugh that make him a likeable person. But I am surely not falling for him.
Notes
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