Waiting for You

Amanda and Skyler get the chance of a lifetime when they are personally invited to go on tour with their favorite band, One Direction. As relationships develop, secrets are revealed, and it starts to become unclear what will unfold. But the only thing the girls know for sure is that with these boys, love is always an option.
Co-written by Heather Tomlinson and Emily M. Horan, author of More Than One Direction, and the sequel, Choosing One Direction.


31. The Perfect Date

The only places nearby the concert arena are diners or bars, so Joey can't take me anywhere fancy.
We settle on going to the most attractive diner there is, not a very easy task.
When we walk in the door, I notice a rack of newspapers by the door.
I grab one of each and follow Joey to our table.
"Do you really wanna read those?"
"I honestly don't know. Why?"
"I'm just saying", he says as he sips from the glass of water the waitress just put in front of him, "I don't think you'll like what you see."
"You read them?"
"Some of them, yeah. I had to know what I was getting myself into."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," he says, as he opens his menu, "if I wanted to make you my girl, I had to make sure you and him were done."
I smile at him.
"That was really sweet," I find myself saying.
But then I feel it, his hand underneath the table.
Stroking my leg.
The usual me would've liked the attention, but for some reason all I can hear is Louis's voice in the back of my head.
'You're better than this.'
'He doesn't care about you.'
'He's only using you.'
That voice gripped onto all of my thoughts and held them hostage.
Nothing could escape.
His voice kept repeating itself in my head, until Joey broke the sound.
"You all right there, babe?"
"What are you doing?"
The words fly out of my mouth without processing in my head.
Louis is driving them.
He's making me stronger.
"I'm just getting to know you babe. You've had me waiting for a while."
"What does that mean?"
"It means," he holds up a small, plastic, white rectangle, "I have a room next door."
"You brought me here to have sex with me?" I ask in disbelief.
"You're just so beautiful," he says as he strokes my cheek with his rough hand.
"Really? Thanks."
I get up and walk away, newspapers still in hand.
"Where are you going?"
"You're right," I say, turning around, "I forgot my drink."
I walk towards the table, pick up the water the waitress gave me, and pour it all over his head.
The other customers stare at us, shocked.
"Have a nice night," I announce as I walk out the door.
Then I'm stranded outside without a ride.
I pull out my cell phone and call the first person who comes to mind.
The person who just made me believe in myself.
The person I can't stop thinking about.
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