I turned around slowly to see who Louis was staring at. My eyes were shut. I was thinking that The Phantom of The Opera was behind me with a gun, and was going to say something like ' Go get in the car', or something along those lines. 

When I opened my eyes, nothing was behind me, except for some old man at his table looking at me strangely as he was giving the waiter his order. 

I turn back to Louis with my eyes squinting at him. "What was that for? You made me think that some action movie scene was about to happen!" I whisper-yell at him from across the table. 

Louis just smiled and laughed as I crossed my arms with a huff. This was not funny. The man at the other table probably thinks that I have lost all of my marbles.

During dinner, we never stopped talking and laughing. We laughed a lot. I mean a lot, a lot. We got a few strange looks. Over half of them were from Mr. Old Guy, but I didn't care since I was on a date with my boyfriend. 

I have a boyfriend who over half of my school wants to marry. On Monday, we will see how this will go. It could one of two ways: really good, and everyone is happy for me. Or I could get killed on my way to science. The girls will try to scratch my eyes out.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked, and cocked his head to the side slightly.

"Ya, I'm fine. Why did you ask?" I replied with a soft smile.

"You put your hands to your face, and made a facial expression like you just saw the birthing videos." I didn't, but now I do. Oh no, make it stop.

"I was just thinking that on Tuesday I will be blind because my eyes will be out of my head by the end of school on Monday," I said taking a sip of my water.

"I won't let that happen, because all of those girls will have to get through me and the boys, and maybe Paul if we need him," Louis said seriously, something I hadn't heard before.

The rest of dinner was fun. I was smiling the whole time. On the way home, he held my hand. I got that warm welcoming feeling back. I started to blush, again.

"You still look cute when you blush, Dylan." Louis reminded me.

"I never said I didn't. But I just get embarrassed that you make me blush so much." I spoke honestly.

When we got to my front door, he kissed me on the cheek. It was only my cheek, but I don't want things to move too fast. Wait, we met only this morning, and now we are a thing. Well, I don't want to kiss him until I know what I feel for him.

When I entered my room, I saw Baylee sitting on my bed playing on her iPad.

"Why are you in my room?" I asked in a state of shock mixed with pure joy.

"I am waiting for you to tell me how your date went with Mr. Singing Boy." She stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"It's Mr. Doncaster Boy. Get it right. Gosh, thought we were better than this." I said in a mock, disapproving voice. "And the date went fine. It went better than fine. It was the most joyous thing I have ever been a part of. I still feel like I am on cloud nine from it." I smiled a goofy smile. "Oh, and I am no longer single!"

"What!? This is a happy, happy day. I wonder what Megan will say to this. I think it could go one of two ways. She is either okay and happy for you, or she hates you even more if that is even possible. How did he ask you? Were you stunned when he asked? Can I be the Maid of Honor when you two get married?" Yup, that's my baby sister Baylee. I am older by 4 hours. She put our mother in so much pain.

The rest of that night was full of "yes", "no"' "Baylee it was only for one night!" responses before I fell asleep around 1:16 am.

"Wakie Wakie! Rise and shine. It's a new day, and it's ready for you." Baylee shook me awake. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes to be greeted with Baylee's big green eyes staring at me as if she was looking at my soul. I don't like that one bit.

"What time is it?" I yawned and stretched my limbs.

"10. Now get dressed. You have a guest. So get up." She said while walking to my closet and picking out an outfit for me. Baylee likes clothes, so she makes me pick my clothes the night before so she can see them first. I can only pray for her husband and kids.

"Who is here at 10?" This is way to early. My morning doesn't start 'till noon, and that's if I don't have coffee."

"Goes by Harry Styles. He has curly hair, same colored eyes as me, he is British. Oh, and he is your boy toy's best friend. He wants a chat with you." Why the hell would messy hair want a chat with me? Oh shit, I probably did something to Louis's car, and now I have to die for what I have done.

"Louis is NOT my boy toy. He is just a boy who likes toys." With that, Baylee left with a roll of her eyes, and I got dressed in what she pulled out. This would have been a good time for my hair and makeup to be done.

15 minutes later, I walked down the stairs trying not to fail on my face. I saw Harry sitting on the couch talking to Baylee.

"Sorry, I'm late. I didn't know that you were coming over." I took a seat on the edge of the coffee table across from him.

"Well, I have to go to Jamie's house. So bye! Nice officially meeting you Harry." Baylee smiled and left the house.

"Why are you here? Sorry, that sounded mean, but I am just confused to why you are at my house, sitting on my couch." I got up to go make my self a cup of coffee. " Do you want anything?" I asked him. He got up to follow me to the kitchen.

"Um, a glass of water would be fine, thanks." Awkward small talk time, my favorite. I got him his glass, and I got my happiness in a mug, then we went back to the living room.

"Okay, so what is the reason that you are at my house?" I ask again.

"Well, um, you are now dating my best mate, so, I want to get to know you to see if I approve of you," Harry said and sat back down on the couch.

"And if I don't pass?" Maybe I don't want the answer to that.

"Nothing. Why does your love life depend on me liking you? If I don't like you, I just don't like you. Period." I don't know if what he just said is a good thing or not. I am just going to hope that he likes. Am I likable?

"Okay, so I am a book." I stated.

"Don't you mean that you are an open book?" Harry asked

"Nope. You will have to start at the beginning and read on if you like."

"Okay, well you have twin sister. Any other siblings?"

"No. Just me, Baylee, my dad, and Megan, our stepmom." I hope he won't ask about my real mom.

"Ok, um," He looked around the room, "By the way, your house is so clean, I assume you don't have any pets." My hoping paid off.

"Your assumption is correct," I said and took a sip from my mug.

"Do you like our music?" Um...? Good question Harry. Do I like your music? Well let me think. I don't listen to it. The songs that I have heard, which is What Makes You Beautiful, and One Thing, I like. So is that a yes, or do I just say that 'No I don't listen to your music because that is how indie I am.' I don't think that that would be a smart move on my part. Just answer the question Dylan!

"I like the ones that play on the radio." Yup, he won't like me.

"What about our other songs? Do you even know who we are?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you want the truth?" Of course he does! Why do people even ask that question? Nobody will be like 'No I want a statement that has no speck of truth what so ever.' 

"That would be nice." See, what did I tell myself?

"Ok, well I only know those two songs. No, I don't know who y'all are. I only know that you are from Europe. And I just learned that Louis is from Doncaster. Hell, I don't even know where that is. I like the songs that I have heard so far, and if your other songs are like that, then I would most likely be a fan. But I don't have your CD, and I don't even know the other guys' name. When y'all hit my car yesterday, I thought you were Liam, since Louis kept asking you things then you called for whoever Liam is." I took a pause to breathe. "Sorry if you don't like me now, but I don't care what you think of me. Not everybody likes me, and that is okay. I sound like a grade A bitch, but I swear I am not always like this. It's just that I speak my mind, and that was on my mind. Sorry about me rambling on." Harry for sure hates me now.

"Well, I am kind of glad that you aren't a fan. I mean, I love all of our fans, but you and Lou can learn things about each other at the same time. If you were a fan, he would say something about his favorite color, and the girl would go 'I already knew that. I also know that your slippers are fuchsia, with purple strips. Wanna see a picture that I took of you sleeping?' So yea, I am glad that you have no clue who we are." So I think I am on his good side. Right? "Also I am glad you speak your mind. It means you won't take shit from anyone, which is always a good thing." Well, that is the first time ever someone has said that they like that I speak my mind. 

"So what do people on Colorado do in there spear time?" Harry asked trying to end the silence that was going on for about 30 seconds

"Um, I sing with my band. I don't have a job out of that yet, so I go to school."

"What is your band's name?"

"Factor Five. Baylee and I are the lead singers, and out three best friends play the instruments. We just do covers." Can this be done? I feel weird around him.

"Ok, one last question." He sat up straighter now.

"Shoot." I said with a nod of my head.

"Well, um, I know that you are dating Louis and all but..."