"Would you please tell me where we're going?!" I asked for the thousandth time.
"Nope," he said for the thousandth time, changing lanes to pass a white van.
"Hey, Harry," I said, a slow grin spreading across my face. I looked over at him. "What kind of shoes do pedophiles like most?"
He looked over at me briefly, furrowing his eyebrows before looking back at the road. "I don't know. Nike, probably?"
"Nope."
"Converse?"
"Uh-uh."
"Etnies?"
"Not even close!"
"Then what?!" he said, exasperated.
"White Vans," I said slowly, watching his face for a reaction.
He stopped at a traffic light and turned to look at me. He looked at me as if he didn't know wheter to laugh or to scold me, so he did both. "That's terrible!" he said, laughing and shaking his head.
The light turned green and he stepped on the gas, so we sat in silence for a few minutes until he pulled into a parking lot and turned off the car.
"We're here," he said, smiling at me before getting out of the car.
"Where, exactly, is here?" I asked, getting out and closing the door.
"My flat," he said, locking his car and leading me into the building.
"Why?" I asked, confused.
"Well, I figured you'd want to meet the rest of the band, considering you're going to be hanging out with us a lot from now on," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What?!" I shouted. "You couldn't have at least hinted at that?!"
"No, because that would've given it away," he said, yawning.
"What time is it?" I asked, digging around in my purse for my phone.
"Eight. So they're either all awake or all still asleep," he said, walking up a flight of stairs.
"Wait... so you left before they woke up? So they don't know that I'm coming?" I asked slowly, following him.
"Yes and no. They don't have a clue where I am and I've been getting calls from Paul all morning, so he must've either dropped by and saw that I wasn't here or one of the lads called him and told him," he said, looking at his phone, which was currently vibrating.
"Paul again?" I asked, looking over his shoulder, which was hard to do because he was taller than me.
"No. It's Lou. Paul knows where I am," he said, shoving the phone back in his pocket and pulling out a key ring. He unlocked a door and stood in the doorway, stunned at what he saw. I peered around his arm and my jaw fell open in shock.
Harry's flat was in complete pandemonium. Pillows and blankets were strewn about, pots and pans (yes, I know. Because Harry would SO be hiding in a cupboard) everywhere, and four man-children were running about, shouting.
We just kinda stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. Then Harry joined in by running inside and flailing his arms in the air. Louis ran up to Harry at full speed, grabbed his shoulders, and shouted: "Harry! Where are you, man?! We can't find you!" then ran away again before turning around, realizing that he had been found. "HARRY!!!" he screamed, running at full tilt back to him and tackling him. The other boys joined in on the dog-pile.
"GET! OFF!" Harry shouted.
I leaned against the doorframe, not willing to go in, but also not willing to leave. The energetic foursome rolled off Harry and onto the floor, shouting questions at him.
"QUIET!" Harry bellowed. Everyone, except Louis, stopped talking.
"So then I was like 'Oh, no you didn't!' and she was like--" he said before realizing everybody else had shut up, then laughed at himself.
They still hadn't noticed me.
Harry looked over at me from his spot on the floor and grinned, putting his hands behind his head. He looked back at his bandmates.
"Where were you, mate?" Liam asked.
"I found her," Harry said triumphantly, but he didn't point out the fact that I was standing in the doorway.
"Who?" Niall asked, crossing his arms.
"Me," I said, making my presence known. I walked into the apart -- err... flat. Wow. Nearly 3 years in America really has corrupted my British.
"Who's she?" Zayn asked Harry.
"Evangeline," I said, walking up to him and poking his chest. "If you have a question about me, I'm 99.9% sure that I'll know the answer," I said.
"How old are you? Where were you born? Where do you live? What's your middle name?" Louis said, firing questions at will. "Favorite color? Stripes or polka-dots? Favorite animal? Favorite holiday?"
"Seventeen, London, depends, Jo, don't have one, both, marsh bubble, and April Fools' Day," I answered just as fast as he had asked them.
"What the heck's a marsh bubble?" Niall asked.
"Inside joke. You wouldn't get it," Harry said, standing up and putting his hands on my shoulders and shoving me forward. "Mates, this is Evangeline."
"Wait... THE Evangeline?!" Zayn said, staring at me with his jaw on the floor.
"Yes, THE Evangeline White, the one and only," I said, bowing playfully.
Zayn walked over to Harry and whispered "She's pretty!" so I walked up to him and whispered "You suck at whispering!"
"So, Evangeline," Liam said slowly. "Where have you been?"
I didn't want to answer, but I knew they'd learn about it sooner or later. "I've been living in America for the past two and a half years, but right now i'm living with my parents for the summer until I go back for senior year," I said.
"You're going back?" Harry said, shocked. Apparently, this was news to him.
"Well, yeah," I said. "I have friends there, too, you know."
"Well, obviously. I just didn't know you were going back," Harry said, looking down at his shoes.
"I'll visit during spring break and the holidays, Harry. Although you're probably going to be on tour or something else that makes you be really busy," I said.
"Is anyone else hungry? Because I am," Niall said, raising his hand.
"ME!" I shouted, raising my hand above my head as fast as possible. "Because SOMEBODY didn't let me eat BREAKFAST," I said, looking at Harry pointedly.
"I thought you'd already eaten!" he said in his defense.
"Well, I didn't, so you can make me breakfast," I said, putting my hands on my hips and pointing toward the kitchen. "Now go!"

Notes

This is what she's wearing because it wouldn't post on the last chapter.

I typed most of this while eating crackers and Easy Cheese from a can. YUM!