How I Met Him

When I came back from the bathroom, I found Niall with plates of pastries, some with glazed fruits on top, some with a glaze, some with nothing on top. All in all, there were about 6 plates. When I reached him, he was stuffing his face with what looked to be a chocolate croissant. I sat down and gave him a playful stare, to which he replied with the same look, and a mouth-full of food. His cheeks puffed out a bit, almost like a squirrel or chipmunk.

“Niall, dear, what’s all this?” Letting him swallow to talk, I reached for a glazed bun and proceeded to nibble on it.

“Food,” he stated obviously. He licked his lip to get rid of any crumbs around his mouth, and I couldn’t help but to glance at his mouth, and blush a little.

“Obviously,” insert giggle here, “but I guess I should explain before the shop closes, hm?” He nodded as an indication to continue.

“I’ll start with the basics. My name is Emma Lott; an upper sixth form at the girl’s school a couple streets away. At school, I’m what you would consider a dork, a loser, geek, annoying, and dumb. You think other 17 year olds would at least have the ability to come up with better names or labels, right? But that’s what really got me in this situation. There’s a guy, Mark Jacobson, from the all-boys school ‘round mine, he asks me out. I was really surprised and happy, because I’m probably the type of loser who would not get asked out until she was 30. I agreed, and... Well, you can tell what happened. He didn’t show up, now I’ll probably face humility at my school and his. Nothing different of the treatment I receive from the others. The sad thing is I’ve known these kids ever since we were little. But, yeah. Here I am,” I mustered up with a small smile, looking up from my hands. The beautiful man was still eating, to which I giggled to again. Why am I like this, oh God?

"Thanks for listening. It really helps to get things off of my chest, I’ve got no one at home to vent to. Enough about me, why were you at the restaurant?” A realisation hit me. He was probably busy with other plans.

“Were the boys there too? If they were, I’m so sorry, you should go back to them, we’ve been here for too long anyway, an-” I stopped myself from babbling when I got a weird stare from him. Oops.

“Oi, hon, you talk too much. You’re so cute,” he lightly squeezed my arm and looked behind me. He suddenly started patting his pockets and pants, took out a sleek black leather wallet, $15 dollars and gave it to the waiter behind me. He then grabbed my hand and made me stand up. We said thank-you to him and went out of the coffee shop.

“Come on, I want you to meet the boys. They’d love you!” He put his arm around me, and I blushed furiously again. I asked him again if he was busy with them, to which he laughed at loudly and shook his head. We walked all the way back to the restaurant where we saw the boys leaning on a black car, presumably theirs or his. They were laughing at Louis Tomlinson, who was making a fool of himself. Before we got there, he offered me his suit jacket which I gladly accepted; it was really cold outside that night.

“Boys, this is Emma. Be nice to her, alright? Especially you, Lou, I know how rowdy you can get sometimes around the females,” he warned them. He was truly sweet. I was still a little bit shy and red, so I kept myself under his arm, like a little child. A deep laugh erupted from him and the other boys, so I hid myself more.

“She’s so cute! Like a little puppy! I’m Louis, and I promise I will protect you from Nialler!” Louis heroically said to me, while attempting to pull me out of my shell. I begrudgingly went out of my safe zone and I wiggled my fingers to them.

“Aww, Niall’s lent his jacket to’er! Ya fancy ‘er? Even in the slightest bit?” Liam teased, winking at Niall. Niall pulled me back in protectively and jokingly, and told the other boys to bugger off and not to bother me. They all laughed again, and went inside the car. I didn’t know what to do until Niall lead me into the back seat, and sat me on his lap since Louis and Harry were occupying the other two back seats. All that was running through my mind was that this was illegal, I was sat on Niall’s lap, Zayn better be a good driver, why are Harry and Louis playing video games, and where are we going and why was I with them?

“Um, Niall. Or, boys. Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but um, where are we going, and why am I in your car?” I bit my lip in nervousness. Suddenly, I felt Niall’s cool hand wrap around mine and rub circles into mine. I blushed, and tried not to mind it. Louis and Harry froze their video games and looked at Niall and me.

“Oi, I guess I forgot to ask you properly. Would you like to come back home with us and watch some films? Maybe have some ice cream? I’ll drive you back home later, if you’d like,” Niall insisted with a sweet smile. I didn’t know what to say, and I was going to ask them to drive me back until I heard Harry and Louis begging like children, puppy faces, baby voices, and the whole 9 yards.

“Er, I guess so. But I’ve got to be back by half 11, that alright with you boys?” I heard several ‘yeses’ and cheers from the boys. It was about quarter to 9, so I’ve got some time. While Zayn drove, the boys joked around a bit, with each other and I, Niall kept his hand locked in mine, and Harry and Louis attempted to teach me the basics of the video game they were playing, which I found out was PokéMon.

We drove to the complex that the boys live in, and apparently, we’ve stepped in Harry and Louis’ flat. Before we stepped in though, Liam gave me a warning regarding the mess that the boys lived in, and I told him that I didn’t mind, I could handle a mess, but when I walked in, it wasn’t a mess that I was used to. There were clothes flung around in every single direction, food left out, and music playing from the speakers. I was shocked, but I tried to not let that show. Harry sheepishly tried to clean up quickly while Louis was distracting me with the variety of food they had in their refrigerator. Pretending to not notice the wild mess in the room, I asked for water politely and sat down on one of their couches.

“What film would you like to watch, darling? We’ve got just about every movie you can think of, even the SpongeBob movie!” Liam’s eyes lit up when Harry announced the last bit. I laughed a little, and said that I didn’t really care, as long as I got some popcorn. The thing is, I was serious about the popcorn, but the boys took it as a joke and howled in laughter. I admired their laughter for a bit until I remembered where I was.

Louis got me the water, and insisted that he showed me a flat tour while the popcorn popped, and the previews were skipped. He showed me everything, even their bathrooms, making jokes about Harry’s room when we got to it. I felt more comfortable with Niall and Louis, they were sweet boys. I just hope that I can converse with the others as coolly and as comfortably.