Your Eyes Don't Know Me Yet

Sydney is an intern for a world famous boy bands stage manager... What happens when she meets the ACTUAL boy band?

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5. Dinner

 

 Sydney's POV

Belle and I were the first ones to step off of the bus and we started walking towards the restaurant as soon as we did. Before we could get too far, I heard a noise behind me that sounded like a bowling ball dropped on the pavement and cracked. I turned my head around, curious as to what was happening. My eyes gripped onto the sight of Louis' face in the concrete and his feet up in the air above his head. I covered my mouth with my hand to try and stifle a laugh.

The only person that seemed to care that Louis might be actually hurt was Liam. He rushed over to the boy on the ground and even though I couldn't hear him, I knew that he asked if he was okay. In the act of trying to help Louis up, the boy that was once on the ground swooped his head up and burst into laughter.

Once everyone was up, we all started to walk together again... until two screaming fangirls came up with papers and sharpies.

"Oh God," I heard Belle mumble. She grabbed my arm and started leading me into the restaurant. I knew that Belle could only take so much screaming!

"Table for seven," Belle said as she shimmied out of her jacket and cradled it in her arms.

The boys had just stepped foot in when our table was ready and the hostess started to lead us to our spots. Together, all seven of us squeezed through the isles of people until we found our seats.

I had to admit... it was awkward.

I mean, I was with One Direction in a restaurant even though I had just met them hours ago. Being with Belle wasn't awkward. It sounds weird, but I felt like we had known each other for a long time. Like we had met before...

My thoughts were interrupted when the waiter set the menus in front of us and wrote down the orders for our drinks.

"Why is your shirt red?" I heard someone asked. I looked up and saw Harry looking at me, waiting for an answer.

I looked at Niall. He had looked like he was guilty of killing somebody that we were talking about. His head was pointing towards his menu but his eyes were lost. Lost in his own thoughts.

"It's just... juice," I explained.

Harry nodded like it was normal.

"Actu-,"

"Are we ready to order?" The waiter interrupted Niall. Good. I felt bad that he felt bad.

While everyone else was ordering, my eyes were scanning the menu in a frenzied panic as I was trying to figure out what I wanted.

"And for you." I looked up and found the waiter staring at me.

"Uh- I," I hesitated, "I'll have the Three Cheese Pasta." It was the first thing I saw.

The man nodded and left to go put our order in. I glanced around the table. I wanted a conversation to start so it wasn't so awkward but I would feel annoying if I took matters into my own hands. 

"So how was your first day on the job?" Zayn asked.

"Fun... I guess you could say," I answered. Everyone chuckled. I thought to myself about how they were probably forced chuckles. You know, the ones that people do to make you not feel bad? I wasn't funny.

"Yeah, it's quite interesting isn't it?" Liam questioned, more as a statement rather than a question. I nodded slightly while stifling a sigh.

The conversation carried on about the concert. I pretty much just agreed with what everyone said and what everyone laughed about. Before I knew it, our food was set in front of us and mouths only moved to shove food in and not to talk. I ate even though it still kind of hurt.

For now, we'll just say that something had happened before... I'm much better now though! Just not completely fixed.

I yanked my sleeves down when somebody started talking again. 

"That was good," a groan came from Niall's throat, signaling that he was full. He patted his stomach and sighed heavily.

More groans and more sighs escaped everybody's lips. The check was asked for and when it came, I started to pull out my wallet.

"No no... no no," a voice hammered against my ears. I looked up, moving my eyes and not my head.

I gave a questioning look at Niall who had appeared to have said "No."

"Put the wallet away," he said slowly, eyeing me.

I slowly kept opening my wallet while keeping my eyes locked with his. He narrowed his eyes at me.

In the blink of an eye, money was snapped down on the table and the waiter had come to pick it up. I gave an annoyed expression. Niall laughed.

It seemed like everyone had read each other's minds because we all had started to grab our stuff and get out of the booth to go home.

Without a word, we walked out of the doors.

"You're not walking." Belle stated as I was about to say good bye. 

"You made me come to dinner, you guys paid for me and now you won't even let me walk?"

"It's cold." She didn't seem to care that I was putting up an argument. But I just wanted to know how she knew what I was going to do before I did it.

As I was about to say something, Liam stopped me by saying, "We have a problem."

We all turned to look at him. "The hotel we're supposed to be staying at for two weeks while we're on break is contaminated by bed bugs. 

"What?!" Shouts sounded.

"And not ONE hotel room is open," he kept going.

Everyone fell silent. I thought to myself if I should say what was on my mind.

Finally, I announced, "I live alone."

 

 

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