Just Another Love Story: One Direction

Cynthia Morales is your average seventeen year-old: she sings into a hairbrush in front of the mirror, sort of a geek, and plain. Oh, and she has a major crush on Zayn Malik. But when she and her BFF Iliana go to a One Direction concert and Cynthia gets the chance to sing with the UK boyband, her world transforms. She suddenly becomes the center of envy for girls everywhere, and how will she cope when Harry Freaking Styles says he likes her (and she falls for him!)? Who will she end up with: The Flirt, or the Bradford Bad Boi?

*Rated PG-13 for language, some sexual content, and HARRY STYLES.* :D

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2. Dinner's On Them

 

"If you don't wanna take it slow," we all say, "and you just wanna take me home! Baby say yeah, yeah!"   "And let me kiss you," Zayn ends.   A curtain falls on the stage and the boys give themselves a group hug. I kinda just stand awkwardly while a stage hand takes my microphone away.   "Thank you, Cynthia," Louis says, walking up to me. "You really are a great singer, you know."   I smile shyly. "Uh, thanks. I, uh, guess I should get going."   "There's no way we're letting you go after tonight," Harry says, hugging me. "I'm Styles. Harry Styles."   I smile at his impression of James Bond. "A pleasure to meet you, Sir Styles," I say in a British accent.   Louis laughs. "You'll have to excuse my little girlfriend here, Tia, but he's a cuddler. You can tell he likes you if he hugs you."   Harry nods as Liam and Niall come up, dragging Zayn behind them.   "Down, boy," Niall scolds Harry, hitting him upside the head. "C'mon, Cynthia, you're our special guest tonight. We'll even drop you off to your house."   Liam pulls a quiet Zayn closer. "Right, Zayn?" he says pointedly.   Zayn grins. "Sure. We'll send someone to tell your friend to not worry about you. You're the boss."   I look down. "I don't want to be a bother to you guys. I'm pretty sure you guys have more important stuff to do."   "Don't be modest, Cynthia," Niall says, pulling my arm.   "Hey!" Harry whines, empty-handed.   "Where do you wanna go, doll?" Liam asks.   "I like Olive Garden," I say.   "Deal," they say.   _________________   We're sitting in a booth, me in the middle. Niall's scarfing down spaghetti and Harry and Louis were telling each other jokes I couldn't understand. Zayn was on Twitter and Facebook (he was adding the boys for me) so Liam was the only one entertaining me and vice versa.   "Zayn says he loves me but I'm not really his type," Liam winks. "Besides, he's still looking for the lass that makes him nervous and bubbly inside."   We turn to see Zayn sticking his tongue out while typing, and he even starts to smile.   "Hey Cynthia, I didn't know you wrote poetry," he says, reading off my Facebook page. I go pale as he begins to read aloud.   "Love's just a pretty four-letter word. It can abuse, hurt, and sting. It's a fairy tale, a myth; if found, it's a rare thing."   I can't help but blush. I made the poem one day, thinking of my favorite member of 1D. I'm not even close to revealing who that is yet.   "You came up with this yourself?" Zayn asks.   "Yeah. It's horrible, I know," I say, covering my face. "Iliana said they're too romantic."   Liam beams. "There's nothing bad with being too romantic." He rests his head against my shoulder, taking out his phone to text.   "Hey, hands off, lad!" Harry yells from across the table, crawling under it to reach me. He kisses my cheek noisily when he moves Liam, and Liam just shrugs it off.   "Sit over here with me, Liam. Harry's been ignoring me since Miss Tia joined us," Louis pouts.   I look at Louis' mad face and immediately feel bad. "I'm sorry, Louis," I say guiltily. "I don't wanna cause any bad feeli--"   Louis, Harry and Liam begin to laugh, and I realize he was just joking. I blush, embarrassed.   "Louis doesn't mean it in a bad way, Cynthia. He likes to tease a lot," Zayn whispers in my ear. "And Harry's... Well, Harry."   "I'm starting to learn that," I laugh. "Thanks."   Niall takes a breather in what seems like half an hour. "Zaaaaayn!" he says in a melodious voice.   "Whaaaaat?" Zayn says in the same tone.   "Are youuuuu gonna eat that?"   "Nooooo-ooo-ooo," Zayn sings, attracting more attention than when we came in.   Paparazzi were already crawling all over the place, trying to get a look at One Direction's Mystery Girl. Luckily, Liam thought ahead and had us in the dark, isolated place of the restaurant and away from all the flash photography.   The only bad thing is that it was FREEZING.   "You cold?" Zayn whispers in my ear again, Harry playing with my hair on the other side.   "A little," I admit.   Zayn begins to shed off his jacket until Harry notices.   "You cold, darling?" Harry asks, rubbing my bare arms. Zayn drapes the jacket across my shoulders and he places a light arm around my neck.   His touch seemed more genuine, but I'm not saying Harry was faking it.   The waiter comes up to us. "Will that be all?"   Niall opens his mouth, probably to ask for more food, but Louis speaks up. "That'll be all, lad. May I have the check please?"   "Of course, Mr. Tomlinson." The waiter walks off.   Liam gets up at the same time Niall does. "We'll be back. Clean your rubbish first, Nialler."   Louis gets up to pay the check, leaving me alone with Zayn and Harry.   "I'm so tired," Zayn says.   Harry suddenly sniffs my hand, which would've been a little creepy if he weren't so darn cute. "Mango Temptation. Nice," he says.   Zayn rolls his eyes. "Harry's..."   "Harry," we both say at the same time. I smile.   Liam, Niall, and Louis come back and we get up. "Time to go," Liam says. We walk out of the restaurant and we're surrounded by cameras.   "Who's the new girl, guys?" one reporter guy asks.   "My new girlfriend," Harry says, kissing my cheek.   "No, mine," Liam says, pecking my hand.   "Liars," Zayn scoffs, pulling me away from Harry. He hugs my waist.   "Tia loves ME," Niall chimes. "With me, love isn't some pretty four-letter word, right, Tia?"   "Umm..."   Louis gets in front of us all. "Tia's our new best friend. She sang with us in the concert this evening and we are planning to make a new song together soon."   There's some gasping when another reporter asks, "How good does she sing?"   The boys all clear their throats and mouth some words to each other.   "When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, it just won't feel right. Cuz I can love you more than this, yeah. When he lays you down, I might just die inside; it don't feel right. Cuz I can love you more than this," they sing in sync.   Zayn points at me and I sing.   "I've never had the words to saaaay, but now I'm asking you to staaaay for a little while inside my arms. And as you close your eyes toniiiight, I pray that you will see the liiiight that's shining from the stars above."   The press goes crazy. "Will she the first Directionette?"; "Is that her name, Tia?"; "Do you fancy any of the guys?"   Harry grabs my arm and starts to haul me away, and I can't escape. He looked a bit excited, his eyes glittering. Zayn suddenly picks me up bride-style and twirls around singing loudly, "I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah!"   It was hilarious until Louis pushes us and I almost get dropped on my face. "I now declare you Mr. and Mrs. Malik!" he screams.   "No no no! She's the Mrs. Styles," Harry says jealously. We hop into an awaiting limo, where the reporters had followed us.   "What do you have say to your fans?"   Niall shrugs. "Sorry girls, we're taken."   We drive out of the parking lot.   _________________   "It was a pleasure meeting you guys," I say as they drop me off at my house.   "Expect to be hearing from us very soon, doll," Liam smiles.   "I meant it when I said we were gonna make a song," Louis says. "The lads all agree."   I stutter. Me, write a song with One Direction?! "Sounds great."   Harry blows me kisses as they drive off.   I get into the dark house, since it was past one, and go up to my room. I wanted to scream; this really WAS the best night of my life. I set the alarm clock even though I was sure I wasn't going to sleep. Just the simple fact that Zayn talked to me made my day.   Oops. Did I accidentally let that spill? OK, yes, Zayn was my crush. I couldn't help liking him! He WAS the Bradford Bad Boi.   I close my eyes, imagining myself in his arms again.   _______________   "She's a sweet girl, isn't she?" Zayn sighs.   "Uh-oh," Niall says. "Don't tell me."   "It's not what you think," Zayn sneers.   "Well, good," Harry says. "Sorry Louis, but I found my girl. She's perfect."   Niall and Liam shake their heads, laughing.   Zayn looks at his shoes to hide his blush then remembered that he saved Cynthia's number into his phone, so he decided to text her later.
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