“WHY AREN’T YOU GIRLS EVER HELPFUL WHEN I NEED YOU TO BE?”

“Stop yelling!”

“NO! MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A SMEXY PINEAPPLE NOW!”

“If you yell one more time, I will strap a bra on to your head!”

“How exactly would that make me shut up?”

“I don’t know!”

I groaned and sat down on the floor. Lola flopped on to my bed and stared at me.

“I should have never said yes to him.”

“It’s JUST a date. Geez.”

“Yes, but it’s a date with JULIAN. What if he decides he’s not gay anymore because I dress too weirdly? Or what if I don’t dress up at all and he thinks I’m not interested? Or what if-”

Lola threw a pillow at my head, effectively shutting me up. “I’ve got an absolouietly brilliam idea.”

“Wow, did you just lose control over your tongue there?”

“It’s the One Direction Infection. I can’t stop myself.”

“One Direction? That British band?”

Lola sighed happily, “Extraordinharry british band.”

I rolled my eyes, “They can’t be that good.”

Lola immediately perked up, “Let me show you some videos then.”

“I’d rather not watch five hot dudes strutting around and singing.”

Lola ignored me, grabbed my laptop and immediately set to work. She pulled me up to the bed and sat me down in front of the laptop with her.

She giggled evilly, “Prepare to come down with the One Direction Infection.”

Thirty minutes later, it was safe to say, I was in love with Louis. And Harry. And Zayn. And Liam. And Niall. Julian who?

Hannah burst in, “Is that a familiar British accent I hear?”

Lola jumped up, “WHERE have you been? Leaving me alone to deal with this crackalacking weirdo was not very nice.”

“Crackalacking isn’t even a word.”

Both of them ignored me. Hannah shoved a bag in Lola’s hands, “Open it. I have a perfectly good reason.”

Lola peeked into the bag and then let out a piercing scream. I winced slightly and then narrowed my eyes at the two of them when Lola began giggling creepily as she looked at me.

Suddenly, she whipped out a pair of familiar red trousers from the bag. They looked a lot like the ones Louis wore.

“Get into these, right now.”

“What? I won’t be able to pull those off! Are you crazy?”

“Don’t make me rip your pants off and MAKE you wear these.”

I grabbed them from her, knowing she was very capable of carrying out her threat. Her One Direction obsession was a little scary now. I slammed the bathroom door shut behind me, slid out of my pants and then got into the red trousers. They were pretty comfortable, even though they were most definitely skin tight. Too scared to look in the mirror, I walked out of the bathroom, with my eyes still closed.

I heard both of them squeal and then Lola tugged at my shirt, “Take this off and put this one on.”

I took my shirt off and waited for her to hand me the other shirt. I heard Hannah giggle, “And this picture shall get a lot more squeals than the last one did.”

I quickly opened my eyes to see Hannah taking a picture of me. She grinned, “Perfect. The Surprised Look.”

“I should get both of you killed someday.”

“Shush and take this shirt.”

“What are you going to do with that picture?”

Lola just shoved the shirt in my hand and pushed me into the bathroom, “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Wait. What did Hannah mean by that? YOU’VE GOT MORE PICTURES OF ME?”

“Well, as president of the Yaoi Lovers club, I have to provide my members with the latest gossip and pictures. Sheesh.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that because I’d rather not know.”

I pulled the shirt on and waited for their approval. Hannah sat down on the bed and fanned herself, “Ooo La La, if Julian doesn’t do you right now, I will!”

Lola sat next to her, “He looks adorable. Maybe we should put a ribbon in his hair.”

I glared at her and then looked in the mirror. My eyes widened as I noticed how well the trousers defined my legs. And how my black button up shirt fit way too perfectly. I liked how I looked but wow, I wasn’t stepping out of the house wearing this.

“When I said I wanted to look good for my date, I didn’t mean I wanted to go all out.”

“Kenny, people KNOW you’re gay okay? Get over it.”

Lola giggled, “He’s in DeNIALL.”

I whirled around and glared at her, “Stop making One Direction references. You’ve made me dress up like Louis!”

“Yes. You can do Louis. Look at you, all sexed up.”

“I should have never asked you two for help. What was I thinking?”

“Oh, please. If you wear that, you’ll have Julian wrapped around your finger.”

“Wear it. Feel it. Love it. Taste it. Breathe It.”

Hannah and I both looked at Lola weirdly.

She shrugged, “What? The moment called for it!”

I looked at myself in the mirror hesitantly. I loved how I looked BUT I didn’t know if I actually had the confidence to wear this in public. My usual outfit consisted of a normal pair of jeans and a shirt. Not skin tight coloured trousers and a fitting shirt.

Hannah came up beside me and patted my head, “Look, Kenny. I know you like how you look in this outfit. I bet you’re fighting the urge to have sex with yourself. Make this date something Julian will NEVER forget. Trust me, when I say he’s been on a lot. So rock those pants on your date. You look DELICIOUS.”

“I do really like how I look in this outfit.”

“You’re definitely fighting the urge to have sex with yourself.”

I laughed, “Maybe.”

Lola groaned, “You have like five more minutes to decide. Julian will be here anytime now.”

Suddenly the doorbell rang and I squealed, “Already? I haven’t even done my hair yet.”

Hannah brushed her fingers through my hair quickly, “Go for the messy look. With this outfit, it looks pretty sexy.”

“But-”

“No buts.”

I nodded and ran downstairs, stopping at the door to catch my breath. As I opened the door, I smiled nervously, unsure about his reaction to my outfit. God, dates were so nerve wracking. Screw this, I’m never going on another date.

All those thoughts about never wanting to go on a date died instantly when I saw Julian standing outside, looking gorgeous as usual. He looked me up and down and when he got back to my eyes, I felt myself turn as red as my trousers.

He smirked, “I’m impressed.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Let’s go.”

He stopped me, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

I looked at him, a little confused. Was I supposed to kiss him now? Or give him a hug? Or say something? Oh gosh, this was a bad idea.

I leaned towards him awkwardly. He laughed, grabbing me and kissing me lightly.

“That’s something I could get used to but no, that wasn’t what I was talking about.”

He pointed to my feet, trying not to laugh. I looked down and groaned. Brilliant, I’d forgotten to put my shoes on. I ran in quickly, bumping into Lola who was holding a pair of shoes.

“You forgot to-”

“Yeah, I know.”

She giggled and then quickly peeked at Julian who was still standing by the door. She looked at me and winked, “Nice. That boy really knows how to dress up.”

I looked at Julian as he was busy looking out at our garden. Noticing how well his white trousers fit him, I didn’t feel so shy about my pants. Though of course, he was wearing a more understated outfit. His grey shirt matched his eyes perfectly and showed off his strong arms. I noticed he hadn’t really bothered to do his hair either. Hmm, Hannah was right. Messy was definitely sexier.

Julian coughed slightly, leading me to look back into his eyes. He looked amused when he realized he’d caught me checking him out. I hurriedly put my shoes on, hugged Lola and walked out. He shut the door after me, “Are you sure you’re even wearing underwear?”

I glared at him, “You came early. I was going to put my shoes on! As for the underwear..”

Julian raised an eyebrow and I smiled back cheekily, “Well, you’ll find out, won’t you?”

For the first time ever, I saw Julian blush. Once we were in his car, he looked at me, “You’re tempting me. Don’t play games if there is no prize to win.”

The new trousers definitely gave my confidence a boost because the next thing I said, startled me as well, “Well, I don’t know about you but I play to win.”

Julian looked a little surprised but he smirked, “I think I really like those pants on you.”

I laughed, “So, where are we going?”

“Dinner.”

“I know, silly. Where?”

“It’s a tiny little Italian restaurant. It’s one of my favourites.”

“Italian!”

Julian nodded, “I hope you like Pasta.”

“I like everything Italian. Especially the boys.”

Julian hit the accelerator slightly, causing me to jerk back slightly. “Did I touch a nerve?”

“Nope. I just know I should keep you away from the Italian dudes at the restaurant.”

“I’m not going to hit on another guy when I’m on a date with YOU.”

“So that means, you’d hit on someone when I’m not on a date with you? Oh lord, I’m going to have to cuff you to me.”

I wanted to laugh at his insecurity. Did he not realize how crazily hot he is? I’d be the one who has to cuff him! I simply stuck my tongue out at him and put the radio on.

We spent the rest of our way listening to the radio, only talking once in a while about random things.

Right as we were getting out of the car, a very familiar song started playing on the radio. My eyes widened, “WAIT. GET BACK IN THE CAR! I need to listen to this song!”

Julian stared at me, confused as I rushed back into the car and started humming along to the song. It was definitely a song by One Direction, I’d heard it in the background of one of those videos.

Julian popped his head into the car, staring at me incredulously, “You’re kidding right? You’re a Directioner?”

“Damn straight.”

Julian snorted, “Every time you use that expression, it makes me want to laugh.”

I glared at him, “SHUSH! I’m trying to listen to this amaZAYN song.”

Julian rolled his eyes, “Like I don’t hear enough about them from Amy.”

I hissed, “Amy is evil.”

He smiled, “Yes, she is. Now can we go?”

I glared at him and reluctantly stepped out of the car, only because he had used that charming smile. He held out his hand and I slowly grasped it and we began walking towards the restaurant. I tried to hide the giant smile on my face but it was nearly impossible. He was holding my hand!

We stepped inside and I gasped, “Whoa, this place is amazing! Wait. This place. Oh no. Julian, we’ve got to get out right now.”

Julian frowned, “What? Why?”

I tugged on his arm as I began walking out but that’s when I heard him.

“Kenny?”

I winced and I swear I felt Julian’s hand tighten around mine. I turned slowly, laughing shakily, “Noam! Hey!”

Noam looked at our entwined arms and then looked at me grimly, “Table for two?”

This time, I know I wasn’t imagining it when Julian’s hand held on to mine tighter.

He nodded curtly, “Yeah.”

Once we sat down, I stared at the table intently.

“Care to explain?”

“Noam’s parents own this place.”

“He’s Italian?”

I nod slightly, afraid to look at Julian. He sighed in frustration, “It’s like I run out of luck every time I try to score a point against him.”

I looked up at him, “What?”

“How am I supposed to compete with Noam if he’s the one who got you to get out of the closet, he’s a ‘bad boy’ AND he’s Italian? He’s everything you want. To make matters worse, he’s openly gay as well now and-”

“Are you ready to order?”

Both of us turned to look at Noam who was smiling innocently.

I glared, “No. Not yet.”

Noam smiled back at me, pretending not to notice me glaring, “Oh? Shouldn’t I get you the usual? I know how much you love the Penne all’Arrabbiata here.”

I gulped and nodded quickly. He pushed his luck, “And an Iced Tea?”

I squeaked, “Lemon, please.”

Noam nodded smugly and then turned to Julian, “Anything else?”

When he said that to Julian, it felt more like he was asking if Julian needed anymore proof that he was indeed, incredible competition. Julian seemed to catch on to that and his hand immediately reached for mine across the table. As he held it, he smirked, “Yeah. I’ll have the same. What a coincidence that we love the same kind of Pasta!”

Noam glared, “And a Lemon Iced Tea for you as well?”

Julian nodded innocently and looked back at me, “It’s amazing how much we have in common.”

Noam snorted and walked away quickly.

I tried not to laugh, “You don’t like Lemon Iced Tea.”

“It’s going to taste great, now that I know it’ll make him feel weird.”

I groaned, “This is a disaster. I’m sorry.”

“No. I love this place. I can’t believe I’ve never seen that twerp around here before.”

“He normally works in the back.”

Julian rolled his eyes, “Oh brilliant, he cooks as well.”

I imitated him, rolling my eyes, “Yet, I’m on a date with you.”

He grinned, “Well, clearly, I am the hotter one.”

“And there’s the vain Julian I love!”

That’s when it hit me. I had just let the L word slip.

I quickly pulled my hands away and stared at Julian to see if he had noticed my slip-up. From his wide eyes, staring back at mine, sparkling intently, I knew he had.

Yeah, this was definitely one date we’d both never forget.

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