"umm, we have a reservation for Mr. Jones?" my dad asked.
"oh yes, you're the one having dinner with 5 boys, right?" said the reservation lady.
"yes, yes indeed." replied dad. his tux was pretty wrinkly since we had a 6 1/2 hour flight from Toronto, our old hometown.
" mr. jones!!!!!!!!! we've been waiting to see you! how was the trip??????" said the boy with the suspenders and floppy brown hair.
"well, very well." dad said. obviously.
"and you are?" asked the very handsome boy with a very fancy blazer, curly hair, deep dimples, and an amazing and cheeky smile.
"Isabel, but everyone calls me Izz." i said in a pretty quiet voice.
"that is a beautiful name you have, Izz." he said. then he wispered something into my dads ear and he chuckled. wait a minute........
"aren't they......." i began asking, whilst pointing at them, recognizing who they were.
" One Direction?" asked the blonde one.
"yes, yes they are." said my dad.
"i....i can't belive it. this is amazing! oh, i'm a huge fan by the way." i said, recognizing them each individually. everything suddenly came back to me. the blonde one; Niall James Horan, the one in suspenders; Louis William Tomlinson, the one with the black quiff; Zayn Jawaad Malik, the one who looks like a teddy bear; Liam James Payne, and the very handsome lad; Harry Edward Styles.
"shall we sit down?" asked Liam, breaking me away from my knowledge on them flowing back to me at light speed. i sat beside Harry and Louis; while my dad was on the other side of Louis, and beside Niall, beside Niall, Zayn, then Liam sat on the edge of the semi-circle couch surrounding the table.
" can i take your orders?" said the waitress.
"yes, erm, i'll have the......chicken parmesean please." said harry.
"i'll have the greek salad" i said.
"pasta with mushroom sauce please" said Lou;
"i'll take the spaghetti and meatballs"dad replied.
"pizza, please" said Niall.
"chicken breast and rogan josh please!" said Zayn.
"i'll have the chicken parmesean too." replied Liam. once our food arrived, we chatted while slowly devouring our dinner, then my dad payed for all of us, and we left the resturaunt.
"see you tommorow boys!" shouted dad.
"see you too!" cried Zayn.
"they are lovely boys, aren't they Izz?"
"yep,i really like them. i think i found some friends already."i replied. suddenly, my Dad got a message on his phone. he checked it, and asked me,
"the boys invited you to the studio, wanna tag along tommorow bud?"
"i would be happy too."