Something to Believe In part 6: “Any requests?” Zayn

Something to Believe In

part 6:
 

  “Any requests?” Zayn asked, as he plugged his iPod into the car jack. I shook my head, and Niall shouted,
“David Guetta!” and Zayn’s head went down as he searched for a good song to put on.
“How’s your driving record?” Niall asked,
“My driving record?” I asked, confused.
“Yea, like how many times have you gotten stopped by the police?” he asked.
“None! I’m a good girl!”
“A good girl, and the Bradford bad boy.” Niall laughed, as Zayn put on Turn me On, “That’s not going to work.”
“Enough out of the leprechaun,” as Zayn reached his hand back to hit Niall in the leg, and Niall kicked his seat, and I felt the car shaking.
“I really don’t want to get in a car accident.” Jordan said, as Zayn pulled his hand back up to the front, and they both laughed.
“Yea, I don’t either.” I agreed.
“Well you’re the one driving!” Niall shouted from the back.
“We’ll be fine.” Zayn said, and looked at me.  I saw him from the corner of my eye, but I would not take my eyes off the road.
“Mind if I put the windows down?” I asked, as I reached my hand to the door.  Zayn looked at me with concern in his eyes.
“Won’t people recognize us?”
“Not here!” I laughed as trees engulfed the car’s surroundings.
“Do it!” Niall shouted, and Zayn smiled as he gave in,
“Fine!” and I rolled all the windows down, and turned up the music, as Zayn put on Good Feeling, and I immediately heard Niall singing from the back.  I kept checking to see if Paul and the rest of the guys were still behind us, and they were a safe following distance behind us.  After I saw them, I looked lower and saw Niall and Jordan both singing, and smiled to myself.  They were way too adorable, I thought, and Zayn looked at me to see why I was smiling, and I nodded my head to the back of the car, and he glanced back, and mimicked my smile. 
 We finally got to Jordan’s neighborhood, and I pulled right in front of her house.  The black SUV slid right in front of me, and we all got out of the car.
“Don’t worry Zayn, no one will recognize you here either.” I joked, as he looked both ways of the empty street of the neighborhood.  He laughed as he helped pull Niall out of the back of the car. We rejoined Louis, Liam, and Harry, and walked down her driveway into her house.
“My parents are at Mini’s game, so just don’t break anything.” She joked as she let us all in.
“Who’s Mini?” Liam asked,
“Her sister, who looks just like her.” I answered,
“But tinier.” She defended, and we walked into her kitchen. “I’ll be quick, I promise.” She said, and she headed up the stairs. I followed her upstairs to help her pick out an outfit.
“What should I wear?” she asked, and walked into her room.
“It needs to be cute, but casual.” I said, mentally deciding what would be acceptable and unacceptable.
“And I need to able to move around in it.” She said.
“So that leaves out flip flops..” I said, tearing through her closet, and I picked up her black Tom’s and threw them at her.
“You’re wearing these.”
“Are jeggings good pants to wear?” she asked, going through her drawer.
“Perfect!” I said, and found a white tank top with black accents, and paired it with a baby blue cardigan, and turned around to show her.
“Approved?” I asked, and she nodded her head.
“Looks good.” She agreed, and I put it on her bed.  “I’m going to braid my hair.”
“That’s cute!” I agreed, as I took mine out of the ponytail, and brushed out the bump in my hair with my fingers.  It wasn’t too stubborn today, so I figured I would clip half of it up when I got to my house.
“Alright, I’ll finish, just go make sure they haven’t torn apart my house yet.” She laughed, as I walked downstairs, and Louis was sitting next to Niall and Harry at the bar stools, Liam was sitting on one of her counters, and Zayn was leaning against her counter, and they were all on their phones.
“Tweeting?” I asked, and they all silently nodded their heads.
“Well while you’re on, go follow me!”
“What’s your name?” Liam asked,
“@lessismore6” I said, and after they finished typing, Zayn looked up and said,
“You never told me why she calls you Less.”
“Oh, it’s just a combination of my first and last name.  My hoodies would read L.Esposito, so people would read it as Lespo, and pronounce it like ‘Lesbo’ but that wasn’t okay, so everyone just called me Less, and it caught on.”
“What’s a hoodie?” Harry asked.
“A sweatshirt, with a hood on it.” I laughed. “I didn’t think Americans had this much slang. Wait until tomorrow, I’m really going to lose you.”
“Oh, right.” Zayn laughed, “Souphilly.”
“You’ll be a pro by the time I’m done with you.”
“We’ll be American by the time you’re done with us.” Liam argued.
“We have a very strong culture, what can I say?” I laughed, and then I heard Jordan say.
“You can drive us to your house, cause I’m done,” as she walked in.  Niall’s face lit up, but then he caught himself, and recomposed his face.
“Are we ready to leave?” I asked, and everyone nodded.
“That was fast.” Louis commented.
“Yea, I’m definitely going to take longer.” I said, as we all walked out the front door.
“Doubt it,” I heard Zayn say to me under his breath, and when I looked at him, he just looked away, and smiled.
“Shut up” I smiled, and he just laughed.
“I never said anything.”