Penelope's POV

It's almost seven right now and I sat in the living room waiting for Louis. Annie picked out my outfit: A short, colorful, floral dress and a cream knit cardigan and shiny black flats and a matching black clutch. At exactly seven my doorbell rang and I jumped, I'm so nervous. I hurried to the door, my curled hair flowing behind me. When I opened the door, I was struck speechless. Louis is just so handsome in his navy pants, white v-neck and black suspenders.

"Hello, Beautiful," He said and offered me his hand. I took it and we walked the four flights down in a comfortable silence, it felt so nice just to be holding his hand. When I saw his car I had to swallow a gasp. It was a dark blue almost black Aston Martin.

"Wow, you have such a nice car." He opened the door for me, and I sat down on the buttery leather seat.

"Thank you." He said after he sat and turned the ignition. "I just got it two weeks ago. I've already almost crashed it already."

"What?" How bad of a driver is he?

"Don't worry!" he said backing out of the lot before I could jump out. "It was on the race track. I usually drive quite slow."

"Oh, I see," I said, slightly less nervously. "So, I have something that I need to tell you."

"Me too," he said and looked like he was blushing. "You first."

"I know you're in that band. I know who you are, I just was having so much fun that I actually forgot. Truthfully."

He sighed. "Oh thank God! I was so nervous that you'd get upset. I'm so relieved!"

I laughed. "I don't care whether you're famous. I like you for you." I assured him.

He smiled and looked at me quickly before looking back at the road. "Good, I'm glad."

Louis' POV

I was so relieved that she wasn't upset. I'd been so nervous. And she looked so beautiful. I voiced my thoughts. "You look so beautiful," I smiled when she blushed.

Penelope's POV

"Thank you," I smiled. "You're very handsome yourself."

"I try, I try."

I laughed. He pulled into the lot for The Ivy. Dozens of photographers were waiting outside of the door.

"Aw God damnit!" Louis swore. "How do they always know where I'm going?" He hit his fist on the steering wheel.

"Lou! It's okay!" I assured him. "It's not a big deal. We can just go somewhere else."

He looked at me ashamed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." He turned around back into the street.

"Maybe it would be easier if we just went to my place." He looked over at me then continued driving.

"Sure, that sounds like a delightful idea," I said with a smile.

"Good." He continued driving to the apartment he lived at.

"The boys might be around, but don't mind them," He reminded me. The boys, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik, were who he was referring to.

He opened my door and helped me out. He didn't let go of my hand as we walked to the door, he opened the apartment door and held it open for me. I walked into the room and watched him close the door behind us. He showed me to the kitchen.

"Would you like to order Chinese? I'm not a great cook and take-out is probably the best decision," he said with a smile. Just then Niall walked in with a smile.

"We're having Chinese? Great, I'm starving!" He said excitedly. "Ooh! Louis, who's your fancy friend!"

"Niall, Penelope. Penelope, Niall," Louis said.

"So this is that girl you couldn't stop talking about?" He teased.

"Niall are we getting food? I'm starving." A boy with wild, curly brown hair wearing nothing but black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs walked into the kitchen. "Louis, why are you back so early?" I realized that the half naked man was no other than Harry Styles. "Oh hello love." He said to me. "You must be Penelope. Lou couldn't stop talking about you, you know." He smiled warmly.

"Oh," I blushed. "Niall said that too."

"Um, Harrold, wouldn't you think you should be a gentleman and put some clothes on?" Louis asked incredulously.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry, I hadn't noticed," but he made no move to put on trousers. Louis kept looking at him. "Oh, you mean now? Okay," he went away presumably to put clothing on.

"Well, that was interesting," I said, since nobody else was speaking. Niall smiled.

"Louis, why don't you order us some food now?" He suggested. Louis complied, ordering fried rice, lo mein, and sesame chicken.

"Penelope, why don't we go to the living room?" Louis suggested and I nodded. Niall wandered away and Louis took my hand and we sat down on a soft, overstuffed couch.

"I'm sorry about them," Louis said, still holding my hand. It was a nice feeling.

"It's alright, they're just curious," I said and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'm curious too."

"What do you mean?" Louis asked.

"Well, mostly, what is it like to be famous?"

He chuckled. "It's quite hard to explain. I think I could go on and on about it. Sometimes at a concert I'll take out my sound blocker and listen to the fans sing the lyrics back to us and just think how amazing it is. But then there's the bad things like the papz and your loss of privacy, never being in the same place for too long. It's something you have to experience," Louis tried to explain.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, Louis and I stood up and I waited while he paid the delivery guy and brought in our food. We both got a little of everything, and we sat back down on the couch and ate. A little bit later we heard the others get food and wander off. Louis took our empty plates and dropped them in the sink before coming back and sitting next to me and taking my hand in his again.

"So how's college like?" He asked.

I sighed. "Right now, stressful. I have my last exam on Wednesday, and then finally it's Spring holiday. I like college a lot and I love my major but I just get so nervous for exams," I admitted.

"I get it. That's how I felt when we were on the X-Factor and we had to wait to see who got kicked off."

"How was that? I'd be too nervous to even audition, I have terrible stage fright," I questioned.

"It was extremely nerve wracking but we made it and I made four friends in the process. We're like brothers here," Louis said with a smile.

"I can see that. If you hadn't made it like you did, where would you be?" I asked.

"Probably like you, studying at University to be a drama teacher."

"You can act?" I laughed.

"Why are you laughing? Of course I can act!" He defended himself, "I was Danny Zuko in my high school's production of Grease!"

"Were you really?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes! Why would I lie to you?"

"I don't know. You just don't seem serious enough to be an actor."

"I am plenty serious. When am I not serious?"

I looked at him and laughed.

"Okay maybe you're right, I'm immature. But what does it matter?" He defended.

"It doesn't. I like the way you joke around."

"So you like me?" He asked excitedly.

"I said 'I like the way you joke around' I never said I liked you."

"So you don't like me?"

"Ugh quit trying to trick me!" I exclaimed.

"Then say it! Say you like me! If you like me, say you like me! " he sang.

"Fine! I like you!"

He got up and pretended to faint on the floor. I laughed.

"You've made your point now get up!" I told him. I was still laughing at his ridiculousness.

"On one condition."

"What would that be?" I asked.

"I get to kiss you."

I smiled. "You're very sly, Louis Tomlinson."

"So is that a yes?" He sat up again

"Maybe," I smiled.

"Please?" he whined.

I took his hand and pulled him back onto the couch. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," he whispered. He kept his hand cupping my face as he leaned in and softly kissed me.