English class finished, as did my 2nd and 3rd-hour classes, which were P.E. and history. Next was choir. My favorite class, other than lunch. The teacher wasn't that good though, but I still love singing. Baylee and I had this class together.  It was nice because we both really enjoy singing. Also, the teacher mixes us up, and not gonna lie, it's kinda funny. But Baylee and I are even in a band with our three best friends: Jamie plays the bass, Layla is the drummer, Fawn is the guitar player, and Baylee and I sing. 

"Ok, class so today, and all of next week we are going to have a guest teacher, well more like 5 guest teachers. Give a warm welcome to One Direction!" Mrs. Wisdom beamed at us. About half of our class shreked. Baylee and I both cringed. We saw the first person to walk in the room. He was blonde, not the tallest, but hey neither was I. The next one had black/ dark brown hair and tattoo's and piercings. I'm not a fan of pierced ears, but he can sure pull them off. The next one walzed in, he had short brown hair, he was wearing a plaid shirt, and had a small birth mark on his neck. I just wanted to hug him as if he was a gaint teddy bear. The next member had curly brown hair. I have seen that mess of madness. And the last one was, oh shit, THAT'S LOUIS! Why didn't he say he was a world famous pop sinsation that had over 5,000,000,000 girls lusting over him? Baylee saw the shock on my face. We had the same expression on our face. it was the same face she had in the car earlier when we first... meet... him...

"Hi, we're One Direction." They all said in unision, and another ear bleeding sherek happened.

"Hi, I'm Niall."

"I'm Zayn."

"I'm Liam." So you are the one that had everything I needed this morrning.

"I'm Harry."

"And I am," He paues patting his thighs for drumming effect and intensity," Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson." 

"Well, right now we are going to go to into groups of four. Everyone is here today, and there are  20 of y'all, so no more, and no less than four people per group. You can pick who is in your group. You all will be working with each member of One Direction. So one day your group will be with Zayn, the next with Harry, and so on. Ok, go!" Mrs. Wisdom explained and went back to her desk. Baylee and I leached onto each other's arm. We found Zander and Martin. They're two of the few people in this class that I don't want to murder. We all finished going into our groups, and I saw Brooke looking at Louis as if she was sizing him up. Ah hell naw. I looked at Louis for the first time since he walked inside of the class room. His eyes were looking somewhere, and I followed the gaze to see where it landed at. I found it to end at... me! What? Why was he was looking at me?! Was it because I had my hair all messed up? Did I have something on my face? He went to Mrs. Wisdom and was whispering something to her. 

"Ok, listen up. I a changing my mind. We are going to put each group with a boy from One Direction, but instead of changing every day, each group will stay with the one member for the whole time they are here. At the end of next week, each of the groups will perform a song with that member in front of the class. So, Micheal's group go with Naill. Dylan's go with," She looked at Louis, and he nodded a tiny bit, "go with Louis. Brooke's go to Zayn. Piper, and friends, you get to be with Liam. Zack's group you can join Harry. Ok now one group can go on the stage, one can stay here, one can go into the hallway, another can go to the black box room, and the last can go to the front entrance hallway. Each group grab a walkie talkie and change it to channel 8. I will call you all back when the class is close to ending. And break." She clapped her hands, and Zander grabbed the walkie talkie, and we headed for the black box room. It's a room were small plays, and skits are held. It's called the black box room because it looks like a black box. Pretty self-explainable.

"So first things first. Names. What are they?" I looked at Zander, Martin, and Baylee.

"I'm Zander. This is Martin, Baylee, and Dylan. Everyone gets them mixed up, so if you do, it's not a big deal." Zander pointed at each of us as we all just stood there still.

"Well hi, Zander, cool name by the way. Martin, it's my pleasure to meet you. As for Baylee, it's nice to properly meet you. Dylan well if I would've known you were coming here I would have given you two a ride." Louis said shaking each of our hands. I liked the feeling I get when we touch. It's not like sparks are flying in every which way, but it's welcoming and warm, and that's just from a handshake. I stood there taking in everything around me until Zander elbowed me in the ribs.

"Oh, it was not a problem at all. We made it here at a good time." I said after I glared at Zander.

"Ok that's good. I would feel so bad if you missed a lot of English class." He remembered what I said this morning. I don't know weather to be happy that he was paying attention to what I was saying, or creeped out because he remembered that tiny detail.

"Nah, it's fine." I smiled, because I decided to go with that I am happy that he remembered what I said.

"So today we can just get to know what each others voices sounds like, and if we have time we can see what song or song type we want to do. Sound like a good idea?" Louis said taking a seat in the middle of the floor. We all followed the action.

"Ok, do you want each of us to sing an exerpt of a song then we can go from there?" Baylee asked.

"Yeah, let's go with that. Baylee?" Louis asked gingerly, probably hopeing that he got the name right.

"Correct. Just remember that Dylan has brown eyes, while I have green eyes."

"Ok, will do," Louis said and connected his eyes to mine again. For the first time, I noticed that his eyes are a mix of blue and green. 

"I will go first. I will sing Sway by Michael Bublé." Martin spoke out. He sang every note perfectly.

"I'll go next. I'll sing If I Die Young by The Band Perry." Baylee sang her favorite song of all time as if she was the artist.

"My Turn! I will sing Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson." Zander exclaimed. He owned that song. I didn't expect anything less from him.

"I will proudly present Look After You by The Fray." Louis sang every note so beautifully that I couldn't tear my eyes or ears away. When he stopped I had to restrain myself from clapping and yelling for an encore. "Ok, Dylan your turn." Oh shit, what am I going to sing? Whatever I sing he won't like, since I don't have a powerful voice, and I can't belt that well. What the hell am I going to sing?

"Um, I will sing Merry Happy by Kate Nash." Once I started I forgot about who I was with, and where I was. I was just singing, and I was cool, calm, and collected. Once I finished everyone was staring at me as if I had three heads coming out of my neck.

"Ok, I know you can sing, and I know what you sound like at home, but that was new, and I like it!" Baylee said giving me a high five. Did I really sound that good? I mean I have been working on that song for quite some time now, and I did like how I sounded. "You should sing that for one of our songs. You could get a solo song if you wanted." Baylee offered.

"Ya, and maybe you could sing If I Die Young for one song during a gig," I suggested.

"What gig?" Louis interupted, once again.

"Baylee and she are in a band with three of their friends." Martin chimmed in. I gave him a 'What the fuck' look. He just shugged.

"Really? I'm in a band too. Maybe my band could play for yours sometime, and vis versa." Louis gasped the first part and smiled through the whole thing.

"Um, yeah, maybe," Baylee said, mostly because right now I was incapable of any speech. A new thing since I have met Mr. Doncaster Boy.

"Good. Sunday at 3. Right before Dylan and I's date." So it is a date. I am going on a date with a celeb. Oh god. What will I wear? I have maybe one or two dresses, but we are going for coffee, so do I just wear jeans and a tee? Or do I go all out and ask Baylee for advice? Breath. In through your nose, and out through your mouth. Breath.

"Ok, sure. Dylan will tell you where our house is. Won't you Dylan?" Baylee looked at me to bring me out of my little panic attack.

"Uh-hu. Sure will. Now can we start talking about what song we want to sing?" I say to change the subject off of me.

"Yeah, so can I just be a background singer?" Martin asked. We all know he doesn't want to perform in front of our class because his crush will be watching him, and he might stutter or something like that.

"Yeah if that's what you want. Also, I don't want a big part either. Please and thank you." Baylee said. Well, that threw me off guard. Why would she do that? I saw Martin elbow Zander and then the exchanged a look. What is with people and doing that today?

"Oh, ya. I want to be a background singer too." Zander said after Martin gave him a look that I can't name.

"Okay, so that settles that. Dylan and I will be singing a duet together." Louis beamed.

"Ok, well what duet song shou-" I got cut off by the walkie talkie bursting to life.

"Class, class. It's time to come back." Mrs. Wisdom spoke into the talking device.

"Dylan and I will pick a song over the weekend, and we can work on it next week. If you have any ideas here is my number. Text me." He said his number while Martin, Zander, and Baylee typed in their phones. He had my number already, and he promised he would text me later. "So see you guys on Monday. Well, I will see Baylee and Dylan sooner." Louis smiled at me and winked. What do I do with a wink? I don't know how to respond to that. Good thing I didn't have to dwell on it for too much because soon enough, the five members of One Direction were out of the building. They had to leave before class ended so that they wouldn't get mobbed in the hall.

Lunch came around, and thank God Jamie, Layla, Fawn, and Baylee all had the same luch as me. I was zoned out until Fawn tapped me on the shoulder.

"W- What?" I stuttered out.

"So what's it like dateing Louis Tomlinson?" Fawn asked. I looked around the table at my other three friends, and they all stopped to tune into the coversation.

"We're not dateing. We are just going out for coffee on Sunday. Oh, and he wants us to play for his band." I said trying to change the subject from my "love" life, or well as close as my "love" life might get with Louis.

"Really? We are going to play for One Way?" Layla questioned.

"Direction. They are called One Direction. Not One Way." I corrected her. If she would have said that yesterday I would have thought she was right. 

"Well, where are we playing? When are we playing? What are we playing?" All of them gushed out except for Baylee and me.

"Ladies, ladies, everything will be all right. We can sing Potential breakup song by Aly and AJ. Also, we can do River Deep Mountian High, the Glee version." I suggested and they all agreed.

"Ok, so today after school we should practice." Layla said. We all nodded.

 Lunch went by in a haze for the remaining time. So did the rest of the day, actually. Practice went fine. By around 6:30 we had finished the two songs and Jamie, Layla, and Fawn went home.

I never got the text from Louis though. I mean I will see him on Monday. But he said he promised me that he would text me. The fact that he didn't text me doesn't bother me. But the fact that he lied to me upsets me the most. I was brought out of my little rant by Regina Spektor singing Chemo Limo. That is my ring tone for my phone.

From: Unknown

Hey love sorry its so late! I truely am. Just had radio interveiws all day from when the class was over. Well now im txting u!! Oh, and this is Louis by the way! xx

To: Louis Tomlinson

Oh it's fine. Really. How did the interviews go?

From: Louis Tomlinson

How about I tell u over dinner? ;)

Did The Louis Tomlinson just ask me to dinner at 8:30 pm? And use a winky face?

To: Louis Tomlinson

Ya sure. Where at, my good sir?

From: Louis Tomlinson

Just txt me ur address. Wear something nice. I will pick u up at 9 sharp.

I texted him my address, and then looked at the time. Shit it's 8:40 now, and I am not ready at all.

"Baylee!" I yelled.

"What?" She ran in with a pillow in her hands. Was she thinking that if there was a murderer that she would pillow fight him to death?

"I need a dress." I said with a puppy dog look on my face. She can't ever say no to this face. Nobody can.

"Why?" She put the pillow on the edge of my bed and went towards my closet.

"Louis asked me out for dinner."

"What?! Why didn't you just start with that? Okay, well I have the perfect dress. Hold on." She came back, not even 2 minutes later, with a dark blue strapless dress.

"Strapless really? I have nothing to hold it up." I argued back looking at the dress laying in front of me.

"Oh yes you can. Trust me. Now go put it on." Baylee snapped at me and pointing for me to go to the bathroom and change there. I came out, pulling up the top half, and holding it for dear life.

"Day -um! If I wasn't your sister I would be all over you. Now it's time for hair and make-up." We spent 15 minutes on that.

 Baylee says. "Girl you look fine! You're welcome."

"Haha. Thanks sis. Now can you grab my white strapy sandles?" The doorbell rang.

"I will get that." Baylee said as she sprinted to the door. Oh shit. I am going on a date with a boy. The first date since I was in 9th grade. To say the least, I might be a little rusty.