It Starts at Seat Number 56

Yes! I've been waitng for months to see Ellen Degeneres live and here I am in seat number 56! About 30 minutes in Ellen said there was a serprise. "Whoever is in seat number 56 would you please stand up and come up here."
Holy crap thats me. So I stood up and walked towrdes the blonde hired woman. I wonder what my surprise is...


2. This Should Be Interesting...


Iris’ P.O.V.

I stood there in shock for what seems like hours but probably has only been seconds. My eyes are wide and my feet won’t move. My body is frozen and my mouth is wide open in an “o” shape but my voice seems to be broken.

I was knocked out of my frozen state by the sound of snapping fingers.

“Hello? Iris? You uh, you doing okay there?” Ellen laughed.

“U-u-uhh y-yeah.” is all I managed to stutter out.

“Well in case if you don’t know who I am, I’m Louis.” he said trying to break the awkward silence with a chuckle.

“Yeah I think I’ve seen you guys some place before.” I said jokingly but still a little nervous.

“Okay so Iris your surprise is that you get to spend a whole day with these lovely and handsome five British boys here.” Ellen said while motioning her hand to the beautiful boys in front of me. Holy crap did she just say I get the whole day with them?!? Okay they’re coming home with me.

“So all of you can go backstage and figure out what you’re doing for the day.” She smiled

“Thank you so much!” I said and ran up and hugged her.

“You are very welcome. I hope you like your surprise.” she laughed and gave me one of these eh eh, eh looks you know, like the look that someone gives you when they try to be discrete about attractive people but they fail at it.

We walked off on to the backstage and they just stared at me. Uhhhh okay, now I’m uncomfortable. So I just stand there and stare back but mainly at the most beautiful tall guy with jet black hair styled into a quiff with slight stubble scattered on his cheeks. Yeah you know who I’m talking about. The one and only Zayn Malik.

Zayn’s P.O.V.

Wow there’s something about Iris that I cant shake from my mind. She so beautiful. She so corkyly perfect. Hmm I will have to try to get her. I think to myself as I try to slowly seductively lick my lips at her.

Iris’ P.O.V.

Uhhh can someone tell my why Zayn is liking his lips all weird? Is he trying to be seductive? I’m the worst with trying to pick this stuff up. Maybe his lips are just chapped. That’s probably more realistic than a international band member trying to flirt with me.

“Do you need chap stick or something?” I blurt out breaking the silence this time.

“Uhh, what?” He asked confused.

“You’re liking your lips a lot, I just thought they might be chapped or something.” I said when really I was just hopping that Zayn Malik would use my chap stick. Is that weird?

“Uh, no I’m fine…”

Zayn’s P.O.V.

Well that didn’t work…

“So what do you want to do today?” I ask quickly changing from the awkward subject

“Uh, I don’t know. Do you guys just want to come back to my flat? You would have to deal with my roommates though.” She asked looking down at her feet smiling at herself. Oh girl you really just don’t know how beautiful you are.

“Do you have food?” Niall chimes in.

“Yes, and my one of my roommates is in cooking school so we are never low on food.” Iris stated.

“SHWEET!” Niall cheered.

“Alright lets go!” Iris said happily.

“TO THE FOOD!” Niall ran towards the door. You will never be able to part that little leprechaun from his food.

“Wait? How are we all supposed to fit in my car? There’s six of us.” she asked.

“I will sit on Liam’s lap… again…” Harry said disappointed.

“Okay then, lets go.” she said once again.

Iris’ P.O.V.

So I now have all five boys from One Direction in my car and we are going to my flat with my two roommates who are slightly obsessed with these boys… This should be interesting…

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