Crystal Clear

Lauren's my name. I'm 17 and I live in Seattle. I win a day to hang out with my crazy, amazing idols. Everything takes a turn from there.

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8. Not Mad At All.

*Zayn’s POV*
I got into the car unwillingly. Lauren looked so beautiful today and I didn’t want to miss it. We owed it to her after everything from Liam walking in on her to rumors of her being the “mystery girl”. I was down the street from Lauren’s house when I turned onto the highway. I got to the building in about 15 minutes. I parked in front of the huge skyscraper. Niall was out of the building already when Liam came through the door. They both hopped into the backseat.
“We’re going to Laurens, I don’t want you giving her shit.” My voice was strict.
“Great,” Liam mumbled under his breath.
“I’m serious Liam, she’s been through enough with us,” I swear if he gave her any shit I’d throw him out myself.
“You don’t think I’ve been through enough with her Zayn?” He shot at me, “Danielle left me because of some stupid rumor of Lauren and I going out!”
I was getting angry now, “she doesn’t control the fucking tabloids.”
She was just a fan a few days ago, but now she’s something more. I felt the need to defend her.
“Guys, let’s just stop fighting and just take the trip to Lauren’s,” Niall didn’t like when anyone of us fought.
“It’s settled,” I directed this to Liam.
I let myself calm down on the drive back to Lauren’s house. Once I parked in her driveway, Niall was the first one out, then me, and of course a grumpy Liam who slammed the door shut louder than needed. I guess Niall had already rung the bell because Lauren greeted us at the door. I guessed that she was wrestling with Louis and Harry cause her face was red and her hair was messy. But, it worked on her.
*Lauren’s POV*
Zayn stared at me as I opened the door for them to enter. This made me blush and my face probably turned more red than it was after chasing Harry for the tomatoes that would top the tacos.
“Come in,” I smiled.
Niall ran past me and tackled Louis. Liam walked over to the kitchen to where Harry was setting the table with food. Zayn stepped in front of me, looked at my lips, then to my eyes. I blinked and gave him a confident smile.
He came close to my ear, “you don’t know how hard it is to try and keep my hand off of you.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. The butterflies came back, fluttering faster this time. He poked my nose and joined Niall and Louis near the couch. I closed the door and swiftly traveled to the kitchen. I gave Liam an innocent smile but he just turned and ignored me. Harry sat at the end of the table.
“Food’s ready boys,” I called out.
I placed the sour cream in the middle of the table. Louis sat at the other end of the table a long way across from Harry. Niall sat across from Liam, then Zayn took a seat next to Niall. The empty seat was next to Liam. I grabbed the plates and passed it out to all of the boys. They smiled, except for Liam, and  I got a warm “thanks babe,” from Zayn. My face flustered. I took a glance over when Zayn stood and whispered something in Liam’s ear.
“ALRIGHT, I’LL CUT THE CRAP!” Liam shouted.
I jumped and the room got silent with all eyes on Liam and Zayn. Zayn took a seat and cleared his throat.
“Wow Lauren, the redness in your cheeks really bring out your eyes,” Liam was sarcastic.
I could feel my face get even more red and I felt so embarrassed.
“Come sit sweet stuff,” he patted the chair next to him.
The boys stared at me as I walked over and sat next to Liam. We all piled our plates with food, silently. The only thing that was heard was the crunch from the tacos.
Liam interrupted the silence, “ooooh who cooked these delicious tacos?!” The sarcasm was still there.
“I did,” Harry’s raspy deep voice proclaimed proudly.
“Excuse me,” I smiled at him.
“Fine! It was Lauren and I,” he smirked.
I looked at Zayn who was giving Liam and angry look. I smiled at him to reassure him that I wasn’t really offended.
“Didn’t know you had Rachel Ray cooking skills Laur.”
I didn't answer back. After everyone was done eating I piled up the plates and put them in the sink. The boys chatted amongst themselves.
“Oh Lauren! That skirt makes your hips look fab, turns me on,” Liam opened his mouth and winked at me.
Now that really hit the spot. I didn’t know why he said that, but it hurt. He was supposed to be one of my sweet, adorable idols. But he turned out to be another jerk.
“I think you guys should go home now,” I said quietly.
The boys all looked at me. Even though it was around 3:00, and my dad came home in 3 more hours, I was tired of getting picked on by a boy who I thought was the sweetest human being in the world.
“Liam are you fucking kidding me.” Zayn sounded surprisingly calm.
“She cooks us lunch.” Zayn was getting louder, “and you treat her like this, you know what, you can leave cause she’s actually a really cool girl, and I actually appreciate her company.”
Liam stood, forcing the chair out of his way.
“C’mon Niall, lets go.” Liam directed his eye contact to Niall.
“I’m gonna stay,” Niall’s voice was quiet.
No one stood to join Liam, so he walked to the door alone. He opened it then slammed it, making the house shake. We all stood in shock, trying to process what had just happened. I ran to the living room and looked out the window. Liam was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk with his phone in his hands. My guess was that he was trying to find a ride.
“Lauren,” Louis called from the kitchen.
“Hold up,” I called back.
I grabbed the set of keys that I never used. It hung by the door. I opened then closed the door and stood at my front steps.
“Liam let me take you where you need to go,” I felt kinda bad.
It was getting chilly and he had a white, tight t-shirt with cargos and grey vans. Not really suitable clothing for Seattle’s weather.
“I’m fine,” he was being stubborn.
I ran over to my garage. I pulled up the huge door and got into the old car that I rarely used. I started it, even though the engine was really loud, I decided to use it to bring Liam wherever he decided to go. I backed out in front of him.
“Hop in,” I looked him in the eyes.

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