7. Zayn's Perspective
We arrived at the restaurant, The Brick House, and we were seated almost immediately when we got in. I wondered to myself, Was I going to fancy for the first date? I shook off the thought and pulled out her chair for her. "Thank you." she said with a smile. "This is the nicest restaurant in town... You know, you didn't have to do all of this." she whispered softly. "No, no! I really wanted to take you somewhere nice. I hope you like it, if not we can leave right now, there's this great Greek place off of Highway 8." I said, thinking, Crap! I knew it was too nice for the first date! "I don't really mind where we are tonight, as long as I'm with you." she said shyly. I smiled back. We ordered and chatted about our parents, and life growing up for awhile. We were into deep conversation about how she fell out of a tree when she was eight and broke her arm, when a little girl came up to me. "Hi... Can I get a picture with you? I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you, I'm such a big fan! You're my favorite!" she said nervously. I looked over at Brittany and she was smiling at the little girl. I turned back to the little girl, "Hi sweetie! What's your name? And thank you for the very nice compliment about me being your favorite." I winked at the girl and laughed. "My name is Emily." "Well hello Emily, very nice to meet you. I grabbed my napkin and the little girl held out a sharpie. I signed on the napkin, Dearest Emily, I am your biggest fan ever! I love you, Zayn Malik. I handed her the napkin. "Thank you so much!!" "You still want that picture?" "Oh yes, I almost forgot!!!" She handed me her camera and we took a couple cute pictures. "Thank you so much!" she said. "Oh no problem, sweetie!" I said. She leaned in and whispered to me, "Hey, she's really pretty, looks like a keeper." I heard Brittany giggle. I laughed and said, "Why thank you, have a nice night, Emily!" she smiled at me and skipped back to her parent's table. "She was so cute!!" Brit yelled. I laughed, "Yes, she was sweet." "So what was all of that about, though? How does she know who you are?" Wait, what? I thought. She doesn't know? How am I supposed to tell her? "Well..." I said slowly. "I am in a boy band called One Direction." I didn't want to say biggest boy band because one, I didn't want her to freak out, and two, I didn't want to sound conceited. She looked down at her napkin. "I think I've heard of your band before! That's really cool that you're in a band... I think it's really sweet how that girl looked up to you, so you've got to be a nice person." She looked up and smiled. "I guess I am, at least I hope." I giggled. We spent the rest of dinner talking about my band and her childhood. It was nice, but I didn't want my band getting in the way of things, like it does a lot.