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The moment pauses as I take a breath that echoes through my ears.

I looked down as we stepped closer to the boys. I had absolutely no recollection of what could happen tonight. Alison and Zoey unlatched their arms from mine as we reached the boys and I finally looked up.

Only to be met with those dark brown eyes which were only about a foot away from me. I took another steadying breath before breaking this awkward silence.

"Hi again."

"'Ello," he murmures, his mouth captured in some type of smirking smile so that his voice didn't pronounce as loud as before. I take a moment to just stare.

And then I say, "So uhm, these are my friends – Alison," I motioned to Alison who let out a small 'Hi', "- and Zoey."

"Hello," Zoey says in her usual sing-song like voice. Stupid Zoey, she never gets nervous, even at a time like this…

"Niall," well, Niall proclaimed. He was flaunting his usual, eager and adorable smile. I took a second to actually look at him; he was precious, really, his big blue eyes and blonde hair. So different than the rest of the boys, but it made him all the more fit in person.

He shook all three of our hands in greeting, and we all giggled at him. He was the sort that you would want to be best friends with. He just seemed so trustworthy and friendly, free of judgments towards anything and anyone in the world.

A curly head suddenly came out of nowhere, and I supposed it was Harry's turn greet us all.

"Hello, lovelies," he says, taking us off guard. I could see faint blushes appearing in Alison's and Zoey's faces. I placed my hands awkwardly in front of me, as if I was clutching something, and smiled towards them as Harry began small talk with everyone.

For some reason, I didn't feel my face light up as much to Harry's words. But when I looked back towards Zayn, only to see him openly staring at me, I felt my cheeks burn red.

I seriously need to get to figuring out how to control these blushing flashes.

"So Zayn here told us that you girls agreed for a little stroll?" Harry pointed out. Alison and I nodded at him; Niall was already telling Zoey some joke it appeared, and she seemed to be enjoying his sense of humor.

Odd. Zoey never did mention any inkling towards the Irish lad.

"Shall we?" Zayn came up from a little behind me with his own question. Harry goofily held his arm out to Alison, and unable to hide her giggling, she lightly linked her hand on his wrist.

"Lead the way," I say. We started walking off towards the opposite way of the restaurants and such. To where there wouldn't seem to be as many people – or paparazzi for this matter. "We've only just been here for a day so we don't really know anywhere to go…"

He chuckled lightly. It was literally just like music. And I am totally blowing things out of proportion but how can I not when I am taking a freaking night stroll with the Zayn Malik.

"It's a rather large area, so I wouldn't blame you. But it does have its beautiful areas, and I'll try to point some out."

"Well that'd be great," I say. "It's a really nice town, anyways." Zany smiled his agreement.

Niall went into some sort of story for the whole group, walking backwards so that he could tell it to our faces.

It was about a time when they were here a while ago, during the early time of the band, when they were all just really good friends. They had gone out with Zayn, after begging him to show they some fun places around where they were staying, which was at Zayn's family's house. Zany had finally obliged and brought them to some old park that he used to go to with his friends. The catch was that when Louis was playfully pushing Harry on a swing, the chains broke and the boys had to try to fix the swing up. After endless laughing, they had managed to just run away before anyone would be able to hear their extreme cackling, and even though Zayn was protesting to leave the dismembered swing, he couldn't hold back his own laughter.

It was a very funny story actually, imagining Harry falling off a children's swing onto his bum. Even to the curly haired boy's blushing and joking punches to Zayn and Niall, he still laughed at himself.

It was so strange the light heartedness and the easygoing feeling it was to be around the boys and enjoy normal things and laugh at regular stories. I had always given credit to them for being actual people and deserving ordinary treatment, but now we were actually able to appreciate them in that proper way.

Zany brought us all to such awesome areas of his old neighborhood. We saw a few old, though still new to our eyes, shops and eateries and bars, and there were even some beautiful parks and landscapes. Or maybe it was just the fact that Zayn knew about all of these secret sceneries that was the real amazing part.

"I'm actually getting kind of tired," Alison said, interrupted mid-yawn. She covered her face, clearly embarrassed, but Harry just chuckled at it. Alison smiled at him and laughed with the rest of us

"Me too," Zoey said. She was looking towards me, clearly waiting for my agreeing statement but I really wasn't tired.

And truthfully, I greedily want more time with Zayn. He seemed to be thinking the same thing but about me, too.

"There's just one more place that I wanted 'Livia to see, if that's alright with you girls, I'll have her back safely soon?" My heart did a complete flip in my chest. And I'm not usually one for those old, sappy love sayings.

But Zayn was proving everything the opposite, now wasn't he? Just the way his strong accent opposes to pronounce my full name as it usually obnoxiously sounds is enough to make me want to smile and bat my eyelashes and eat Skittles on a rainbow in some outer galaxy for all of eternity.

Okay, that was a bit uncalled for, but what can I say.

Alison and Zoey giggled and of course spoke their unnecessary admission; still, knowing me better than anyone ever would, Zoey glanced at me with a look that asked Do you want to stay with him? I used my skills and purposely twitched at her, expressing to her that Of course I want to fucking stay.

She rolled her eyes at me, but nevertheless consented to Zayn's silly query for permission.

"Harry and I will walk you girls back to your hotel, eh? I think we can figure out how to maneuver our way back without the Zaynster," Niall obliged. He was such a goodhearted gentleman; he was even able to make me smile easily.

"Sounds good to me," Zayn says. He looks towards to me for the first time in this conversation now.

"Yeah, I'll see you girls soon." I sort of fake-smile to Alison and Zoey while they skip up to hug and kiss me good night like we always do.

Alison whispers, "We won't wait up."

And "I'll leave a key under the door matt," is what Zoey whispers. I dramatically roll my eyes at them, and shoot them a look that says I'm going to kill you both later hehe.

Regardless, their giggling arses disappear with Harry and Niall along the opposite direction of the sidewalk that we had been strolling on for the past hour or whatever.

I had begun to lose the track of time when Zayn had actually begun his little, unofficial tour of this neighborhood that was proving to be rather amazing.

It had all these fantastic vintage places to go, so many different and exotic shots to take with my camera, and it just so happened to have raised the most amazing boy I have ever been in the presence of. I mean, how can a single area get any more perfect than that?

We're all skipping along the path, goofily creating a tune and making sure that our footsteps only land on the certain beat. It was literally one of the most fun times I had ever spent with my girls, plus the additional boys from our most favorite band since high school.

Never had I actually thought that this would all be happening, never with such boys like this.

Well this one boy that had been catching my attention all night, that is.

Zoey and I were more than excited and giddy that Zayn had requested to take Olivia out to one more place that he wanted to show her. It was so freaking cute, and who were we to destroy those little moments they would soon be sharing in whatever setting he wanted her to see?

Also, we would still get the walk home of our lives. I had never really thought that I would get a boyfriend, let alone meet anyone that would even take interest in me. But the curly headed boy seemed to observe the small things I did and the little details I would say.

And here I also always thought that if the time came that my two girls and I would ever meet the boys, that I would be the one to hit it off with Niall. Sure, I freaking love his Irish descent and his humor and the rest of everything about him.

But there was something about Harry that made me want to learn so much more that I hadn't known. Which isn't very much, considering I've been the one in our group to love Niall.

Maybe that was the little issue, I thought as I looked over to wear Zoey and Niall were walking. Everyone was in deep conversation about some topic of food (go figure) but I was just kind of unknowingly walking off to the side in my own world of thoughts.

Maybe it's because I've always known the most and expressed the most towards Niall that the suddenness of curly brown hair has made it's inkling into my mind's desires. And maybe Zoey has always already had a secret thing going on for blondes. Strange the way things work.

"Everything all right, beautiful?" My stomach churned at his husky voice coming from right next to me. We fell back a bit, while Niall and Zoey went off ahead a bit.

"Yeah, mhm, just thinking," I say.

"'Bout what?"

"I dunno, just stuff really." He raises his eyebrow and gives me a sort of odd look, so I just give in as not to cause any drama of any sort. "It's just how odd the way things turn out to happen."

He's still looking at me with a perplexed, though meant to be funny, manner. I just nudge him with my left shoulder.

"Well I've rather enjoyed meeting you, and I'm certainly glad that Zayn had oddly unknowingly caught your friend's eye during our little show." I looked up at the boy with the curly hair to see if he was meaning everything, and he looked me right back with those sturdy green eyes. I smiled.

We were just about reaching the motel. Harry walks me to the door where Niall is waiting with Zoey for us. We all exchange cell numbers and we give them our twitter users.

They each give us friendly hugs good bye and then they go off on their way back to wherever they are currently residing, which is probably on some tour bus where Louis and Liam will be waiting to find out how their nights had been.

Zoey and I enter our comfortable motel room again and shut the door behind us. When it is locked, we look at each other, scream, and fling ourselves onto the closest bed and just laugh and giggle-gossip, and shriek some more.

My phone buzzes with a new text from some random jumble of numbers but I know exactly who it is going to be right from when I read the text.

Heard that ;) xx Harry

I show Zoey the text, and at that, we laugh a whole lot more, but just much quieter.