If I Lay Here
Chapter 20
I was sat near the window as we drove to the venue Simon rented for the night. My nerves were at an all time high. I was meeting Simon Cowell. This was almost like meeting the father of One Direction...only worse. He is like... the alimighty creator.
I nervously fiddled with the end of my dress that I bought with Eleanor today. It was a sleek charcoal dress, hugging every single one of my curves before fading to a metallic silver at the bottom. It matched perfectly with the little silver flats El let me borrow when we stopped round her flat before our day of shopping...and verbal abuse. My fingers were continuously stroking the silver fabric around the hem in attempt to calm my self.
"You alright babe?" Zayn's voice whispered from behind me. I figured he was trying to distract me just as much as Liam was trying to distract Harry. The two of them had been in a deep conversation nearly five minutes since we left the house. Still, Harry's hand has been rubbing soft circles on mine since the moment we pulled out of the drive.
"Nervous." I confessed. I let out an incredibly long breath I didn't realize I had been holding in when I heard Zayn chuckle.
"Don't be nervous Ally. You can stick with me all night! I could use a good wing-woman!" He cheered. I smiled to myself. My shoulders began to relax once I felt Zayn's fingers gently kneading the tense area.
"You're on Mailk!" I agreed, leaning back into his light massaging and grasping on to Harry's pinky finger. Zayn laughed softly in my ear.
"Oi! Harry, mate, you better watch out before Zayney boy steals your girlfriend!" Louis shouted from all the way in the back of the van where he sat with Niall and Eleanor. The three of them were watching the four of us like we were a basketball game or something. Harry slowly tore himself from Liam to see what was going on to his life where I was sat.
"Relax. I was just making sure Ally was ready to smash her role as my wing-woman tonight since I wouldn't dare ask any of you blokes to do the honor!" Zayn teased before leaning back in his own seat, his fingers leaving my tensed shoulders. Harry looked at me carefully with his eyes looking much bigger than usual.
"When we get out, just hold on to my hand. Zayn will be right behind you...I promise." He whispered in my ear as he gave my cheek a soft kiss. I nodded, resting my head on the crook of his shoulder, when, suddenly, the car came to a stop infront of what seemed like a very fancy restaurant. I couldn't really tell though, considering the flashes clouding my vision. Shouts could be heard from the doors causing my heart rate to speed up. I screwed my eyes shut just as the door slid open and the shouting grew louder. Paul and Preston were already at the door of the van to contain everyone in their spots.
With a final shake to his hair, Harry slowly stepped out of the car. He smiled for a few seconds before reaching in to pull me out with him. I grasped onto his hand like it was my life line and I could feel him reciprocating. Harry only began to move once Zayn was prtoctively behind me. Paps and reporters were flashing their cameras and shoutingout questions as we walked. Niall and Liam took some time to take pictures and smile, but Louis, Zayn, and Harry were more focused on getting Eleanor and I safely inside. Finally, Harry pushed through the large, main entrance. The shouting instantly dulled once we all were safely inside, including Niall and Liam. To our left I noticed a section where people were dancing to music being pulsed through overhead speakers, while the noise of people chatting drifted from the right.
"You okay?" Harry asked, cupping my face and bringing me inches from his. He gently turned my chin left and right to examine any damage although the people outside were barricaded far enough away from us.
"I'm fine silly!" I assured him, reaching up through the small amount of space between us and poking his nose. Harry's face relaxed into a bright smile as he pulled me under his arms.
"Hello, welcome to The Poppy," A petite brunette woman with her hair in a perfect ballerina bun greeted from behind a sleek, translucent podium. "Are you here for Mr. Cowell's party?"
"Yes love," Louis answered, siggering a bit at the formality I pressume, "Do you know where we could find Mr. Cowell?"
"I believe he is at the bar," She answered, nodding off to the area on the left. Harry thanked her, pulling me in the direction of the posh, modernized bar where a tall, dark haired man was ordering drinks.
"Starting on the alcohol so soon, Uncle Si?" Niall called, clapping a hand on the mans shoulder.
"The party's only just started!" Louis added. The man turned around with a smirk plastered on his face. Simon.
"Good to see you again boys." He said with a deep chuckle. He glanced around the group of us before his eyes landed solely on me. "I don't believe we've met before."
"I'm Ally, sir," I responded while offering my hand towards him, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Yeah, Si, this is my new girlfriend. Harry, no need to warm up her hands any more, mate. I can take it from here," Niall teased with a wink. Harry smiled, pulling me closer to his side and wrapping an arm around my waist as he rolled his eyes.
"Ally is my girlfriend. Niall is just a twat." Harry explained. Niall threw his head back in laughter, placing a hand over his heart to pretend he was hurt.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Ally," Simon said. I smiled, unsure of what I should possibly do next. Why do I have to be so damn socially awkward?! "I would love to have a chat with you later."
What?
"You can't take her yet though!" Zayn piped in, "I need my wing-woman for at least half an hour!" Zayn grasped my hand away from Harry before dragging me in the opposite direction.
"Hey!" Harry whined after us, "You can't just take my date away from me Zayn!" Zayn waved his hand dismissively over his shoulder as he ran me over to the dance portion of the restaurant. My heart slowed from not being in the presence of Simon.
Remind me to thank Zayn for saving me later.
I nervously fiddled with the end of my dress that I bought with Eleanor today. It was a sleek charcoal dress, hugging every single one of my curves before fading to a metallic silver at the bottom. It matched perfectly with the little silver flats El let me borrow when we stopped round her flat before our day of shopping...and verbal abuse. My fingers were continuously stroking the silver fabric around the hem in attempt to calm my self.
"You alright babe?" Zayn's voice whispered from behind me. I figured he was trying to distract me just as much as Liam was trying to distract Harry. The two of them had been in a deep conversation nearly five minutes since we left the house. Still, Harry's hand has been rubbing soft circles on mine since the moment we pulled out of the drive.
"Nervous." I confessed. I let out an incredibly long breath I didn't realize I had been holding in when I heard Zayn chuckle.
"Don't be nervous Ally. You can stick with me all night! I could use a good wing-woman!" He cheered. I smiled to myself. My shoulders began to relax once I felt Zayn's fingers gently kneading the tense area.
"You're on Mailk!" I agreed, leaning back into his light massaging and grasping on to Harry's pinky finger. Zayn laughed softly in my ear.
"Oi! Harry, mate, you better watch out before Zayney boy steals your girlfriend!" Louis shouted from all the way in the back of the van where he sat with Niall and Eleanor. The three of them were watching the four of us like we were a basketball game or something. Harry slowly tore himself from Liam to see what was going on to his life where I was sat.
"Relax. I was just making sure Ally was ready to smash her role as my wing-woman tonight since I wouldn't dare ask any of you blokes to do the honor!" Zayn teased before leaning back in his own seat, his fingers leaving my tensed shoulders. Harry looked at me carefully with his eyes looking much bigger than usual.
"When we get out, just hold on to my hand. Zayn will be right behind you...I promise." He whispered in my ear as he gave my cheek a soft kiss. I nodded, resting my head on the crook of his shoulder, when, suddenly, the car came to a stop infront of what seemed like a very fancy restaurant. I couldn't really tell though, considering the flashes clouding my vision. Shouts could be heard from the doors causing my heart rate to speed up. I screwed my eyes shut just as the door slid open and the shouting grew louder. Paul and Preston were already at the door of the van to contain everyone in their spots.
With a final shake to his hair, Harry slowly stepped out of the car. He smiled for a few seconds before reaching in to pull me out with him. I grasped onto his hand like it was my life line and I could feel him reciprocating. Harry only began to move once Zayn was prtoctively behind me. Paps and reporters were flashing their cameras and shoutingout questions as we walked. Niall and Liam took some time to take pictures and smile, but Louis, Zayn, and Harry were more focused on getting Eleanor and I safely inside. Finally, Harry pushed through the large, main entrance. The shouting instantly dulled once we all were safely inside, including Niall and Liam. To our left I noticed a section where people were dancing to music being pulsed through overhead speakers, while the noise of people chatting drifted from the right.
"You okay?" Harry asked, cupping my face and bringing me inches from his. He gently turned my chin left and right to examine any damage although the people outside were barricaded far enough away from us.
"I'm fine silly!" I assured him, reaching up through the small amount of space between us and poking his nose. Harry's face relaxed into a bright smile as he pulled me under his arms.
"Hello, welcome to The Poppy," A petite brunette woman with her hair in a perfect ballerina bun greeted from behind a sleek, translucent podium. "Are you here for Mr. Cowell's party?"
"Yes love," Louis answered, siggering a bit at the formality I pressume, "Do you know where we could find Mr. Cowell?"
"I believe he is at the bar," She answered, nodding off to the area on the left. Harry thanked her, pulling me in the direction of the posh, modernized bar where a tall, dark haired man was ordering drinks.
"Starting on the alcohol so soon, Uncle Si?" Niall called, clapping a hand on the mans shoulder.
"The party's only just started!" Louis added. The man turned around with a smirk plastered on his face. Simon.
"Good to see you again boys." He said with a deep chuckle. He glanced around the group of us before his eyes landed solely on me. "I don't believe we've met before."
"I'm Ally, sir," I responded while offering my hand towards him, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Yeah, Si, this is my new girlfriend. Harry, no need to warm up her hands any more, mate. I can take it from here," Niall teased with a wink. Harry smiled, pulling me closer to his side and wrapping an arm around my waist as he rolled his eyes.
"Ally is my girlfriend. Niall is just a twat." Harry explained. Niall threw his head back in laughter, placing a hand over his heart to pretend he was hurt.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Ally," Simon said. I smiled, unsure of what I should possibly do next. Why do I have to be so damn socially awkward?! "I would love to have a chat with you later."
What?
"You can't take her yet though!" Zayn piped in, "I need my wing-woman for at least half an hour!" Zayn grasped my hand away from Harry before dragging me in the opposite direction.
"Hey!" Harry whined after us, "You can't just take my date away from me Zayn!" Zayn waved his hand dismissively over his shoulder as he ran me over to the dance portion of the restaurant. My heart slowed from not being in the presence of Simon.
Remind me to thank Zayn for saving me later.
Notes
This is a short chapter. More of a filler really, but I felt the need to update. The next xhaper will be better...I just wanted some of the boys being a bit cheeky sooooooo yeah.COMMENT WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN NEXT:)
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5/28/14