Jay Cee El

Fifty Eight // Drooling

[rewritten]

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Liz's P.O.V

After meeting the boys of One Direction and seeing the girls and I on the news, I felt completely drained. Half of me wanted to go upstairs and go to bed but the other half of me wanted to unleash my fangirl and talk to every single one of the boys. So of course I listened to the second half of me, though I controlled my fangirl side and managed to seem almost cool in front of them.

I still couldn't believe that I had meet them. I've been a fan of them since I watched them on the X Factor. I remember voting for them and loving the video diaries. I remember asking my mom if I could send carrots to England because of Louis. I remember Vas Happenin' and all those X Factor moments. And now seeing the band and talking to the members that I had fallen in love with was so surreal. Of course I was a little upset with how awkward it was between Niall and I in the beginning, being that he is my favorite of the five. But we are fine now, which makes today even better.

"Ha, goal! I believe that means that I win." Louis said as I groaned, throwing my head back in defeat. Niall laughed from his spot beside the foosball table while Louis walked over towards me. "Don't take it too hard Princess, I'm just great at foosball."

"Yeah, yeah." I muttered. Louis laughed before walking towards the air hockey table. I grabbed the ball from inside the table and placed it back inside the game table. I looked towards Niall and blushed under his gaze. "Do you wanna play?" I asked.

"Sure, but I've got to warn you, this is me game and I'm amazin' at it." Niall said. I couldn't help but laugh a little at his accent. "What are you giggling about? This is a serious, world championship game here." He said.

I laughed, shaking my head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're right, all the gold is in this game. It's just your accent is funny. And the ball is over there." I said.

"Excuse me, your accent is funnier. Theyah." Niall said, mimicking my accent.

"I don't talk like that." I shook my head, trying not to smile.

"Oh you do."

"Oh okay than Mr. Oi I'm Nioll 'Oran and 'm so good ait accents." I said, trying to mimic an Irish accent. I failed miserably at it and we were both laughing hard at my failed attempt to talk like an Irishmen. I was leaning against the table, holding my stomach as it cramped from my laughter. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm never doing that again." I laughed harder.

"No, no. It was good, it was..." He trailed off and started laughing again. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I jumped up as my laughter died down.

"Do you mind?" I asked, looking down at the notification from Kik and then back up to him. Niall nodded and said it was fine. I quickly unlocked my phone and opened the message, seeing screenshots from her. There were messages from people on Twitter, all asking her if the girls and I were okay after the mob.

"Oh my God." I mumbled as I looked through the screenshots. I knew that people knew I was friends with Lily but I never imagined them going to her about it. I wonder if people were sending messages to Natalie. I'll have to send her a message.

"What's the matter?" Niall asked, coming around to stand next to me.

"My friend's been getting messages from a ton of people that were all worried about the girls and I." I said, quickly typing up a message to Lily. Oh my God, dude that's insane. When did all that happen? Who even are all those people?