I walked down the stairs after Baylee ran down them. I am very surprised that she didn't fall. We both are pretty clumsy.

"Helllllooooo Lou- Rosy?" Baylee greeted our neighbor.

"Yes. Hi, Dylan?" Rosy said not sure of who she was talking to. Rosy was about 25 or so. She is so sweet and nice. She also loves to party. I hear the music at her house all the time, well her and her boyfriend Kyle's house. She is tall, thin, and a red head. She could be a model if she wanted to be.

"Baylee." My sister corrected in a kind tone.

"Ah, sorry. Well your step mom wanted me to check up on you. You're both 18, I personally don't think you need me to make sure you're not smoking pot or getting pregnant. But your mom kinda scares me so I don't want to piss her off. Where is Dylan?" Rosy said while poking her head into the house.

"She is, um, she is, uh, sleeping!" Baylee said. "Ya, that sounds believeble enough." She mumbled the last part under her breath. But I could still hear it, so that means....

"I heard that. Where is she?" Rosy asked while walking the foyer.

"She is um-"

"Baylee don't lie to me."

"Look there she is." Baylee said. I decided to show my face, but I put on a robe to cover up my dress.

"Oh, okay. Dylan, can you come here?" Rosy said motioning me to come off the stairs. She looked me straight in the eye. "Why do you smell like raspberry vanilla?"

"My body spray is that scent. I just put it on." Okay, so that's not a lie. I did just put the spray on.

"Why is your hair all perfect? Along with the amazing make up?"

"Thank you." Baylee smiled, then covered her mouth.

"Knock, knock!" A male voice said since Baylee didn't close the door.

"Rosy, promise me that you wont tell?" I pleaded.

"Oh Dylan is going on a date with this boy! They grow up so fast! Why didn't you say so? I would have be-"

"Rosy! HUSH! Yes I am going on a date. Yes it's with this boy, and can you pretty please not tell my parents. They'll freak if they knew." I begged. Megan would most likely cut my head off if she knew I was going out with a boy on a Friday night. But maybe she would change her mind if she knew he was famous.

"Okay, okay." Rosy walked over to Louis. I don't think she knows who he is, or she is very good at keeping it cool around him. "Look Mr. Man. This here lady is my responsibility. You fuck her up, or over, and don't do shit about it, I will hunt you down, and find you, and kill you in your sleep. Or maybe your first born child. Kapesh?" Wow Rosy can be very intimidating. Mental note: Never get on Rosy's bad side, and if I need to "persuade" some people. She can help.

"Yes, ma'am," Louis said and he stood up straighter. Yup, I think he is scared.

"Good. Now go have fun you too! Dylan I want you to be back by 2:30 a.m. No drinking and driving Mr. Man. And Dylan no under age drinking. At all." Rosy said sternly. I think she thinks Louis is old enough to drink. Well Rosy isn't a fan of alcohol mixed with driving. If she ever found out that I took even a single swig of beer or something she would chop my head off. Her younger brother was killed by an underage drunk driver. He was only 17. He was coming back from a movie with his girlfriend. Our neighbors have always been Rosy and Kyle, well first it was Kyle's parent's house, but they got in a car crash too, so now it's his and Rosy's. I really hope their kids don't have bad luck like they do. Well, enough of my mental rambling, I have a date with Mr. Doncaster Boy, or if your Rosy, Mr. Man.

"Okay. I promise no drinking and driving. I always keep my promises." Well so far so good. He hasn't failed me yet with his promise making. It's nine right now and he did text me today.

"Well, go have fun!" Baylee said taking the robe off of me. I looked at Louis's face. His mouth was dropped wide open, and his eyes were glued onto me. I bet I have a stain on the dress or something.

"I look terrible, don't I? I'll go upstairs and change. Just wait five or ten minutes." I said as I turned to head back upstairs. For the second time today he has managed to grab my hand as I turn, and that warm, fuzzy feeling returned.

"No, Dylan you look, look better then my vocabulary list consists of," Louis said.

"Thank you?" That was a good thing he said, right?

"You're welcome. Now, come on, I have a date to take you on." Louis smiled, and I could feel the red in my cheeks. I really hope that this won't happen all night. "Okay, so the place I am taking you to is called The Steak House. Ever been?" He asked as we walked to what I assume is his rented car, and he opened the passenger side door for me. What a gentleman.

"Thank you, and how in the world did you get reservations at The Steak House on a Friday night? It's usually packed on a Wednesday night."

"I am Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. I can get dinner anywhere I want." Louis said with knowing smile.

"Oh, so you're playing the famous card. That's just a tad bit low. 'Oh, look at me. I'm Louis Tomlinson from a British boy band, and I can get dinner imported from Spain." I said the last part in a mocking tone.

"British- Irish boy band. God Dylan, you should know this by now. I mean your date is part of the band. Niall is the Irish part." Niall is the blonde one I'm pretty sure. 

"Well, sorry I'm not a crazed fan that tells you every day to father twenty of my children." I put my hands up to show surrender.

"Dedicated, not crazed." He corrected me again. 

"They are obsessed with you five. I bet they know more about y'all then they know about the country they live in."

"You are probably right. Well, now we have about a thirty-minute drive to dinner. So let's get to know each other. Twenty questions?" He asked while turning off the street entering the busy highway.

"Na, that's too cheesy. Think of something more creative." It's true. In a lot of modern-day rom-com movies and books, they play that game.

"Ok, what if we guess things about each other, and see if we are right. And if we're wrong, we say something similar to what to what we guessed." Good one Louis. Five brownie points for him.

"And if we get them right, do we get a prize in return?" I asked. "If I do well, then I should be rewarded."

"I will think of something good. I promise." Louis smirked again.

"I think you are making too many promises. One day you might break one, and something really bad could happen." I retorted.

"But that won't happen. I don't break promises. Now, to the game. I think you have or had a bird as a pet. You seem like a bird person." He said when we came up to a stop light.

"Birds, really? No! I am a dog person 100%! Now, I think you have an older sister." I say with confidence.

"Nope, I'm the oldest. But I do have five younger sisters." Five? And I thought only one was bad. "Oh, and the two youngest are twins." 

"Wow, so you're the only guy other than your dad." I make a verbal note of.

"Nope. I am the only guy in my house. Well, when I am there. My parents got divorced." He said, but he didn't seem too sad about it.

"Oh sorry, Louis. I had no idea about your dad. I should have been thinking about what I was saying. I have that problem someti-"

"Dylan! It's fine really. You already stated that you aren't an obsessed fan. You didn't know. What would I do, say 'You spoke of him? Get out, and you can walk home.' No I'm not mean. Plus, if I let you out of my car who knows the next car you would go in. Also, you're just so pretty to look at." Well here comes the blushing again. "You look cute when you blush. I will remember that." Then Louis looked forward and started to drive when the light turned green.

"Oh great! Now you are going to say cutesy things to make me feel better about my self." I said with a chuckle at the end.

"Dylan, you are a beautiful young woman. You are vocally talented, funny, and able to speak your mind. Anybody can see that. Any guy would be lucky to call you his girl, and have you under his arm. I know I would." He mumbled the last part under his breath.

"Now is that true? If it was, how come no guy has asked me out since freshman year." I sigh. I wasn't always seeking a relationship, but I wouldn't mind someone to ask me.

"Well, that's kinda why I asked you out, not just to tell you how the interviews went," Louis said matter-of-factly.

"Is that so?" I asked, and looked over to him.

"Yes, that is so. Dylan will you give me the honor of letting me call you to mine? And letting you hang under my arm?" Did he just ask what I think he asked? What do I say? He is really nice, but we just met today, not even 24 hours ago! He could be a CIA agent and this little boy band thing is just a cover so he can find murderers and lock them up. Say something back to him Dylan! "I know we just met and all, but I really do like you. It's just that ever since you came to approach me in the street, I couldn't get you off my mind." Louis babbled on.

"Yes, my answer is yes." I smiled when I spoke. I have a boyfriend! Ahh! Wait, he is famous, chill. But, what will the rest of his band say? Will they like me? Will I be hated for coming into there life? Will his fans, management, and mom, be okay with him dating an American?

"Fantastic. You just made me very happy." He said with a million dollar smile.

"Louis." I looked at him. In the corner of my eye, I saw the lights for the front entrance to The Steak House.

"Yes?" He continued to grin like an idiot.

"We're here. Now when you walk inside please act your age, not your shoe size." I say since he is a bit carefree.

"I think that might be impossible for me." He opened my door let to me out and added a bow to top it all off. "After you, my good lady." He smiled.

"Welcome to The Steak House. Do you have a reservation?" The man behind the podium asked. He didn't sound that thrilled to be here. 

"Yes. It's Tomlinson, table for two." Louis slipped his arm around my waist when the young man looked up. The host was making no effort at all to hide where his eyes were going. They were staring at my boobs. Oh, shit is one out of the dress? I looked down. Nope, all good. He is just a regular guy.

"Yes, the table is ready. Right, this way." We were brought to a table near a big window. I'm not complaining the view was immaculate. I could see the Will Rogers Shrine all lit up on the side of Cheyenne Mountain. Whenever I really look at where I am, I feel so lucky to be living in such a beautiful state.

"Hello, I'm Amy, and I will be your server on this lovely night. Can I start you two off with a drink? Our house wine is superb." Amy said. She looked familiar. Where could I know her from? Well, I am going to have this on my mind all night. Wait, no you won't, because you are on a date with your boyfriend, Louis, whatever his middle name is, Tomlinson.

"I will be fine with a water, and lemon on the side," Louis said helping me get back to earth.

"Likewise. Thank you." I said and still tried to figure out who she was. She looks my age, but my memory with names and faces is useless.

"Ok, sure thing. Can I get you two any appetizers? Our calamari is flown in every day." She said as she took her notepad out.

"Um, sure. Thank you." Louis said, and Amy left to go place the order.

"Good, I really was hoping he would say yes. I love calamari." I said with a soft smile.

"I don't know what it is. But it sounded different, and I like trying new things." Now it was Louis's turn to smile.

"Well, I will have to keep that in my back pocket," I mentioned with a playful tone.

"So what is this calamari that I heard was freshly flown in every day?" He and I both chuckled at the end of his sentence.

"It's squid. Plain and simple." His face went pale white, and I wanted to burst out into a loud, annoying laugh, but then I remembered where I was and just smiled as he swallowed hard. "Now if you had been drinking water, I would be on the floor rolling gasping for air. Your face was priceless. It was as if you had just seen a ghost or something.

"Dylan. Turn around please." Louis said sitting up straight, and not looking me in the eye.

"Who is behind m-"