I’m writing all of this down because I don’t want to forget. It was only one day, but it was the best day of my life.
6 am, wake up, run a few miles, jump in the ocean. I made my way back to the condo to take a quick shower and get ready for the day ahead. I curled my wet hair up into a bun and put on shorts and a tank top over my bathing suit. Slipping my phone and a towel into my bag, I headed out to the beach.
My friends were already there, chatting and tossing the volleyball around. I ran through and hit the ball out of the air, sending it flying into the ocean. “Nice one, Calla!” one girl said as I laughed. “Relax, I’ll get it,” I shouted as I ran towards the water, stripping my clothes as I went. I was just about to grab the ball when a wave came and knocked it away from my hand. I turned to find the ball in the hands of a boy. He had brown hair, wet and stringy from swimming, and a kind face. He stood waste deep and I could just make out the shadow of his abs. I immediately recognized him: he was Harry Styles.
I waded over with a smile and he handed me the ball. “I believe this is yours,” he said in a creamy British accent. “Yeah, it is,” I answered. “Thanks.” “No problem,” he responded with a dimpled smile. I returned the smile and returned to shore, ball in hand. “Ooh, Calla, making new friends?” a girl mocked. I stuck my tongue out at her took down my hair, drying myself off with a towel and putting my shorts back on. “Are we gonna play or what?” I retorted, serving the ball over the net.
As we played a crowd gathered to watch. I noticed one boy in particular, standing back from the group and wearing a faded Ramones t-shirt. I couldn’t help glancing over periodically. We won the game, and after congratulating my teammates I moved to my bag and started packing up. I slipped my tank top back on and checked my phone. It was 11:30 and I was starving. My thoughts were silenced by a low male voice. “Hello again.”
I glanced up, knowing what I was about to see. Yup, it was him, Harry Styles, and he was talking to me. I smiled and said, “Hey.” “Impressive playing out there,” he continued, eyes locked on mine. I straightened up and slung my bag over my shoulder. “Thanks, I appreciate it. Do you come out here often?” He glanced around and answered, “No not really.” There was a slight pause before he said, “So I never caught your name…” I grinned and he grinned back. “I’m Calla. And you are?” “I’m…” he hesitated. “I’m Collin.” I narrowed my eyes, confused, and just answered, “Nice to meet you, Collin.” He seemed to relax as I said this, smiling and asking, “Calla, would you like to go to lunch with me?”
We went to a little seafood shack on the pier nearby. He asked me about volleyball and school and things and I asked him about England. Whenever I brought up his job, “Collin” would skillfully avoid the question with a “this shrimp is really good” or a “how long have you been playing volleyball?”. We finished eating and (despite my retaliation) he paid for the meal. I thanked him and then we just sat for a while. I didn’t know what to do. Thankfully he said, “You wanna go somewhere?” “Like where?” I inquired.
The “like where” was a remote part of the beach that was covered in drift wood and rocks and shells. “I like to come here and look for the best shells,” Harry said, bending down to pick up a large, curved shell. We spent the next few hours collecting shells and swimming in the ocean. We were sitting on the beach in the wet sand right next to the water when Harry turned and kissed me. I didn’t know why but I didn’t care because his lips were soft and warm and salty from the sea water. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Calla,” he began. “Do you know who I am?” I smiled and pushed his hair back away from his face. “Yes,” I answered. He looked down at the sand as if disappointed. I sighed. “You’re name is Collin, you like collecting shells, and you save the lives of volleyballs,” I said. Harry looked up at me and laughed before kissing me again.
We got nachos for dinner and ate them together on the beach as we watched the sun sink lower and lower over the waves. “Collin?” I asked, leaning back as he wrapped his arms around me. “Please, call me Harry,” he said. I turned my head and kissed his cheek before continuing. “Ok, Harry, why did you decide to ask me to lunch today?” He chuckled and hugged me tighter. “I wanted someone to share this beautiful sunset with, and you seemed like the perfect choice.”
I woke up under the pier next to an indent in the sand and a folded piece of paper. I opened the note and read the words that had been quickly scrawled there: “Thank you for a wonderful sunset. I hope we see each other again.” Within the folds of the note was a large curved shell.
“Happy birthday dear Katrina, happy birthday to you!” Niall and the boys finished singing.They clapped as she blew out the candles. “Yay! Cake for breakfast!” Zayn said. “Here, you can cut the first piece,” Liam added, handing a knife to Katrina. She cut a square corner off and placed it onto a small plastic plate. “Who wants the first piece? Ok, here you go Niall!” Katrina held the bottom of the plate and smashed the cake right into Niall’s face. Everyone laughed as he wiped icing away from his eyes. He reached behind her, grabbed a chunk of cake and threw it at Katrina. It hit her on the shoulder, splattering her face. She gasped and Louis yelled, “Food fight!”
It became an all-out war. The party surged towards the cake, grabbing what they could then ducking for cover. Screams and laughs filled the room as cake flew everywhere. “Ok, ok! Truce!” Niall yelled, standing with his hands up. Heads peeked out from behind the couch, under the table, and around the corner, all in different states of messiness. Liam, Louis, and Zayn only had a bit of cake on their shirts, but Harry, Niall, and Katrina were covered. As they stepped out from their hiding places, they could see Katrina’s head and torso completely caked. Niall, in addition to the first piece on his face, had gotten hit in the back and chest. And Harry only had a clean face. Until Louis pulled a hidden slice of cake from behind his back and smeared it all over his cheeks.
Everyone laughed at Harry’s look of shock and began to clean themselves off. “Happy Birthday, Katrina,” Niall said, taking her face in his hands and kissing her, getting icing all over her lips. “Mmm, good cake,” she said with a sly smile. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind when I said cake for breakfast,” Zayn joked. Liam passed Niall a towel and reminded, “We have to get cleaned up before the interview!” Harry left to jump into the shower while Liam, Louis, and Zayn changed clothes. Katrina frowned at Niall as he wiped his face. “Babe,” he started, taking her hand. “I know it stinks that I have to work on your birthday, but please just watch the interview, ok?” She didn’t answer so he began sliding his finger over her freckles, connecting the dots, like he always did when Katrina was upset. “Please watch it?” She grinned. “Of course I will.” They kissed again. “Now go get cleaned up! You can’t go to an interview covered in cake!” Niall laughed and went into the bathroom.
An hour later, the boys gathered in the living room, waiting for security to come. Katrina hurried in to say goodbye and give Niall a kiss before they left. Then she sat on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, waiting for One Direction to come on the daily news show. Finally, the news started. Katrina sat through 45 minutes of tedious, boring news. She supposed they had saved the boys for last because that was the only way people would keep watching the show.
She was going through the pictures on her phone as a commercial for Wendy’s played on the screen. Katrina stopped at a picture of her and Niall from a year ago, only a few weeks after they had met. They were holding hands, laughing at a long forgotten joke. She was leaning forward slightly, a wide smile across her face. Niall was looking at Katrina, a warmth in his eyes and slight smile on his lips. The same smile spread across Katrina’s face now as she stared at the memory. Her head snapped up as she heard, “And now we go over to Maria who is with One Direction. Maria?”
A woman with short, dark hair popped up on the screen, a fake white smile plastered on her face. “Thanks, Bob. And yes, I am here with the 5 boys of One Direction, thanks for coming guys.” The camera angle changed to show Harry, Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall arranged around a couch. “Hi!” they all chimed. Katrina stared at Niall, sitting with a huge, goofy smile on his face. “So you guys have become more and more popular every day, what is it like being mobbed by fans everywhere you go?” “Well we appreciate all our fans, and there are massive crowds,” Harry answered. “But we love seeing people and we try and talk to them if we can so it’s really nice.” Liam jumped in: “Yeah, it’s really nice to have the constant support and it’s really incredible.”
Maria proceeded to ask the boys countless other questions to which Katrina (and probably most other fans) already knew the answers. The interview was almost over when Niall spoke up. “Could I just say something, really fast?” “Sure, Niall,” Maria encouraged. “I’d just like to say a very happy birthday to Katrina, I love you and hope you have a great day!” He smiled shyly as the other boys teased him. “Aw that’s very sweet,” the interviewer said. “Well, thank you all for talking to us today.” The band thanked Maria before Bob popped back onto the screen. Katrina leaned back on the couch and smiled, thinking about how lucky she was to have an amazing boyfriend like Niall.
“What about this one, Lou?” Taylor asked, holding up a dress. Louis crinkled his nose and shook his head. She placed the garment back on the rack and moved to another section of the store. The BRIT awards were coming up and Louis had decided that he wanted to take Taylor as his date. Her mind flashed back to the day before. Lou had made her dinner then asked her over dessert. Taylor had jumped up and kissed him, beyond excited. And when she started freaking out about getting a dress, he had agreed to come and help her shop.
Taylor’s phone buzzed and she saw a message from Danielle (Liam was taking her as his date). Taylor had asked her for help buying a dress. “Finding a good dress is so tough! Just look for something unique but chic! xx” Taylor sighed and typed back, “Thanks babe. Still on the hunt xx” She turned her attention back to the dresses, rifling through a display of repulsive puke green gowns.
Taylor looked up to see Louis holding a deep blue dress against his body and dancing in front of a mirror. Despite her frustration, she burst out laughing, thankful for some stress relief. He turned his head and smiled at her. “What do you think? Should I wear it to the BRITs?” She giggled and nodded, unable to talk. “We’ll have to find you a nice suit, then,” Louis added. Taylor had to cover her mouth to mute her laughter. Lou skipped over to her and kissed her head, twirling to place the dress back. “You are absolutely ridiculous,” she finally got out. Louis smiled and answered, “And that’s why you love me!”
Taylor started to breathe normally again and eyed some black floor-length dresses on the wall. “Taylor,” Louis called. “You have to try this on!” She glanced over and saw him holding a short yellow sundress with a sweetheart neckline and flowing skirt. “I’m not gonna wear that to the awards show!” she protested, though it was a cute dress. “Come on, please try it on? For me?” Louis batted his eyelashes at her. Taylor laughed and snatched the dress away from him, heading into a dressing room and closing the door in his face.
She studied herself in the mirror before she came out. Louis gasped as Taylor opened the door and revealed the gown. “You’re glowing,” he muttered. “What?” “You’re glowing. Like the sun.” Taylor shyly looked down, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Dance with me,” he insisted. She looked at him, puzzled. “Why?” Louis grabbed her left hand, placing her right on his shoulder and his right on her waist. They began to sway back and forth, slowly spinning as they did so. “We’re in the middle of the store, Lou,” Taylor said. “So what? I’m not missing the chance to dance with a beautiful girl in a beautiful dress!” She just smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying the moment.
A month later, Taylor found her self surrounded by flashing cameras and a sea of celebrities. Louis’ hand was her anchor, holding her next to him so she didn’t drown. She looked over at Danielle, who had found a stunning dark purple dress. She made eye contact with Taylor and winked. “Love the dress!” she mouthed. Taylor grinned and looked down at herself. She had found a floor-length red dress with a shining silver belt. It sinched at the waist on her left side and the bottom fell in layers to her feet. It would be a one-shoulder dress if not for the thin stretch of fabric over her right shoulder. Taylor then glanced over at Louis. His eyes met hers and she relaxed. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, “You are absolutely breathtaking.”
“Where are you taking me!?” Ashley demanded with a giggle as Harry led her from the car. Once they had parked, he had insisted that she put a bandana over her eyes. “No, not ruining the surprise!” Harry teased. Ashley and Harry had been dating for 3 years now (today was their anniversary). They had met at a 1D concert; Ashley had ultimate VIP tickets and immediately caught Harry’s eye when it was her turn for a picture. They had exchanged numbers and he asked her out a week later.
“Step up a bit,” Harry said, helping Ashley to avoid a curb, one hand around her waist and one holding her hand. “Harry, come on,” she pleaded. “Almost there! Okay, take off the blindfold!” Ashley pushed the bandana up over her head and found herself on a large bridge. Looking over the side she saw a glittering river. Off in the distance you could just barely make out the ocean waves steadily rising and breaking. “Oh, Harry, this is-” She stopped as she noticed the other people standing on the bridge. Ashley’s eyes lit up as she connected the dots.
“OH MY GOSH, NO WAY! HARRY THIS IS AMAZING!” she hugged him tightly and gave him a quick kiss. Harry laughed, “I know you’ve always wanted to try bungee jumping, so I thought I’d try it with you.” Ashley beamed and kissed him again as they walked over to greet the men standing nearby holding the equipment. “Have either of you done this before?” the head instructor, Greg, asked. The couple shook their heads. “Well you’re in for a treat. We’ll just go over some basic safety instructions then we’ll get you all ready to jump!”
Ashley was so excited that she could hardly keep from jumping up and down while Greg reviewed the safety precautions. Harry couldn’t stop smiling; neither of them really had room for fear. Until Ashley stood on the edge of the bridge, looking down into the water hundreds of feet below. “You can jump when you’re ready, sweetheart,” Greg said. Ashley glanced back at Harry, who could tell what was going through her mind just by looking into her eyes. He rushed up, grabbed her hand, kissed it and said, “You can do it, babe.” She grinned, turned around, and felt herself tumbling through the air.
It was like nothing she had ever experienced. The wind rushed past, flinging her hair around her. The word that came to mind was free. Ashley was falling, but it felt more like flying; her mind was wiped clear. She bounced a few feet above the water, glimpsing a fish below her before she began to rise. This was a crazier feeling still, like she was defying gravity. Her bouncing slowed until she came to a complete stop and some men came to help her down. “How was it?” Ashley heard Harry yell from above. She called back, “Why don’t you find out for yourself!”
Ashley made it back onto the bridge just as Harry was stepping out onto the ledge. ”Here, do you mind taking some pictures?” he asked, handing a small digital camera to Greg. He gave Harry the all clear and Harry gave Ashley a quick wink before jumping off. She rushed to the side of the bridge and watched him soar down, laughing as he cried out. She watched the men detach Harry then screamed, “How was it?” “Woo hoo!” was all she heard in response.
Harry came onto the bridge and scooped Ashley up into a hug, adrenaline pumping through their veins. “That was amazing!” she said once he put her down. “Beyond brilliant!” “Thank you for bringing me here, it was such a great adventure!” Harry suddenly became very serious. “Ashley, it means the world to me that I got to share this adventure with the woman I love, and I’m ready for the next one.” He got down on one knee and pulled a box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. “Will you share this next adventure with me?” Ashley’s heart began to pound, her hands fluttering to her mouth then resting on her chest. “Will you marry me?”
She looked into those glistening green eyes she knew so well and her mind could only form around one thought, one word. The click of the camera, the clapping, the rushing water, all faintly heard as their lips collided. Everything was background noise except for the single word that Ashley couldn’t stop uttering: “Yes!”
1 day. Just 1 day. That’s how long it took for Louis to fall in love with her.
He was walking out of a Starbucks on a normal Saturday morning. Few people were already out; the hot coffee felt good against his lips. Louis gripped his cup and made his way down the street, glancing into shop windows as he went. A sharp autumn wind made him shiver under his jumper. “Mia! What’re you doing?” Louis heard a girl shout. He turned and watched her laugh while another girl, he assumed Mia, dashed into the road. As a car approached, she began to dance and sing. Louis started to laugh, but the driver wasn’t impressed. He inched towards Mia until she jumped back onto the sidewalk with her friend. The pair doubled over, giggling, then began to move on.
Louis was intrigued by this girl. Her red tank top, skinny jeans, and patterned blazer gave her a stand-out style that no on could ignore. He didn’t get a good look at her face, but she seemed like she had a sense of humor. Thinking of nothing better to do and intoxicated by this stranger, Louis followed the two girls. He walked on the opposite side of the street, pacing himself slightly behind them. They turned into a park and continued down an empty path. Louis crossed the road and went in, finishing his coffee and throwing it away. Her friend said something then walked away, leaving Mia to wander over to a bench and plop down.
She pulled a pack of Oreos out of her bag as Louis sauntered over. “Excuse me,” he said. She looked up and Louis’ mind went blank. Mia was beautiful, stunning even, with big eyes and a trace of a smile playing on her lips. He found himself tripping over his words while she waited expectantly. What was I even going to say? he thought. Hi, my name’s Louis, and I just followed you into this park? ”Mind if I have a seat?” he finally spluttered out. “Sure.” Even her voice was lovely. “Want an Oreo?” she offered as Louis took a seat. He graciously accepted the cookie and chewed it while they sat in silence. “Why did the mushroom go to the party?” Did I really just say that? “Why?” Mia asked. Her eyes sparkled and Oreo crumbs dusted her bottom lip. “Because he was a fun-gi!” She laughed; Louis smiled at the sound.
“That’s a good one,” she said. “But I’ve heard it before.” Louis cocked his head to the side, confused. “X Factor, the X-terrogator.” He grinned; she grinned back. “How are you, Louis?” He chuckled and answered, “Just fine, how’re you, Mia?” At this she looked slightly taken aback. Her eyes widened just a little before she regained her composure. “Now how did you know that?” she asked. “Saw your little prank on the street. Driver didn’t like it much.” Mia looked at her hands then back up at Louis. No, looked behind Louis.
“Who’s this?” he heard, turning to see Mia’s friend had returned. “Leaving,” he said, standing up. Louis addressed Mia, “It was lovely to meet you, and I hope to see you again some time.” “Only one way to make sure of that,” she began, rummaging around in her purse and pulling out her phone. “What’s your number?” He was surprised but gave it to her all the same. Louis said goodbye and walked off towards the shops. Hours passed and he still couldn’t stop thinking about Mia. As he ate lunch he pictured the crumbs on her lip; Louis saw her reflection in every store window. It was getting late and he was about to head home when his phone went off. Text from a unknown number. Louis opened it anyway and saw 4 words: “I see you -Mia.” He turned this way and that looking for her until he heard it. Louis could never forget that laugh. He spun round as Mia walked out of a shop, now alone. “Hello again,” she greeted him.
The couple spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and eating dinner, talking and laughing and connecting. Now, 2 years later, Louis still remembered that day vividly. And he described it to Mia, just like this, before bending down on one knee and proposing to her.
She said yes.
“Circles, we’re going in circles, dizzy’s all it makes us, we know where it takes us we’ve been before,” Harry Styles sang into her ear. Jamie looked down at her I-pod, checking the time. The bus screeched to a halt and she exited onto the sidewalk. Her feet slapped the pavement as she walked past the small stores lining the way. Jamie bobbed her head in time as “Everything About You” began to play; no one was around so she didn’t worry about looking crazy.
As Jamie walked on, she thought about Harry. It was rare when she wasn’t thinking about him, really. Jamie smiled to herself, remembering an old interview in which Harry had admitted to goosing Zayn to hit the high notes. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. Was it her imagination? A realistic daydream? No, he was there, stepping out of a shop a few doors down from her. Jamie picked up her pace until she was standing just behind him. “Excuse me? Harry?” He turned and she took him all in. Beanie, white v-neck, chinos,and that wonderful dimpled smile.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, I’m just, um, I’m a huge fan and I’m sorry to interrupt your day but I had to talk to you.” Harry just looked at her, eyes moving up and down her figure, then burst out laughing. “Sorry, babe, that was just really cute. And it’s no bother at all.” What. Had Harry Styles just called her cute? “Well, um, how are you? How’s the album coming?” Jamie said. “I’m good, thanks,” Harry answered in his slow drawl. “It’s great, can’t wait for you to hear it. Wh-” He was cut off by a shrill scream from down the street. The pair turned to see a group of about 7 teenage girls pointing over at them. “It’s Harry!” One of them cried.
With that, the group stampeded towards Jamie and Harry. “Come on!” he yelled, grabbing Jamie’s hand and propelling her down the street. They ran around the corner, Harry leading Jamie, never letting go of her hand. She looked back and saw the girls racing towards them. “They’re gaining!” Jamie called. Harry sped forward, suddenly turning and bursting into a store. Jamie reeled and stumbled over the threshold. Harry caught her before she could fall and set her back on her feet. They just stared at each other for a second until they heard the screams getting closer. He took hold of Jamie’s hand again and ran to the back of the store. “In here!” she said, pulling Harry into the room and closing the door.
They stood in the dark, listening to the shop door open, the girls frantically searching for Harry, and finally leaving. They held on to each other, steadying their breathing. Jamie reached up and felt a metal chain; she pulled it, flooding the small room with light. She was startled by how close Harry was to her. She looked around and saw that they had run into a supply closet, cramped with cleaning supplies. Harry was still holding Jamie’s hand, his face inches from hers. “Sorry about that,” Harry apologized. Jamie shook her head. “It’s fine. I don’t mind a little excitement.” He grinned at her and she smiled back.
“Guess we should get out of here,” Jamie suggested. She reached across Harry and opened the door a crack, just enough to see that the girls were gone. They stepped out of the closet and walked back into the main shop. A teenage boy stood behind the counter, looking bewildered. “Erm, sorry about that. Thanks for the, uh, hiding place.” With that Harry took Jamie’s hand and led her back out onto the street. Jamie glanced down at her hand, intertwined with Harry’s. “Sorry,” he said, releasing her. “Habit.” “No, it’s fine,” Jamie answered. The two stood in silence for a while. “Well, it was nice meeting you,” Jamie said. “Hope you don’t get mobbed again.” Harry smiled. “Yeah, me too! Nice seeing you.” She nodded and turned to walk away.
“You never told me your name.” Jamie turned back and gazed at Harry. “I’m Jamie.” He grinned. “Nice seeing you, Jamie.” She began to walk away again when she heard, “You never told me your number, either.” Jamie looked back at Harry and giggled. She strode up to him, wrote her number on his arm, and walked away, the hugest grin on her face.
“Hurry up! Let’s start before it gets too dark!” Emma’s best friend, Mary, called. During a long weekend off from school, she and Emma had decided to go to the local corn maze. It was a tradition of theirs, before Halloween, even though it was kind of silly. Mary took Emma’s hand and together they ran into the huge maze. “You’re going the wrong way!” Emma protested as Mary turned them left. “No, it’s not!” she argued. “You always turn left to get out!” Emma just shook her head and followed her friend.
“See! Dead end!” She said, turning on the spot and bumping right into someone. “Oh, sorry!” Emma looked up into startling green eyes that mirrored her own. “Sorry, babe, my fault.” His voice was smooth and slow, eyes alluring. They smiled at each other before the boy’s friend pushed him away through the maze. “Hello? Earth to Emma?” Mary waved her hand in front of her face. Emma blinked and looked at her friend. “Can we get out of this dead end, please?”
As the sun lowered over the corn, they continued through the maze and all Emma could think about were those bright green eyes. Mary pulled out a flashlight and gave it to Emma while the sky became darker and darker. “Ok let’s go-oh, sorry!” The beam of her light hit his eyes; she saw the flash of green just before he squinted and held up his hand. Emma quickly lowered her flashlight. “You know, we have to stop meeting like this,” he said in a strong English accent. She laughed and looked down, then glanced back up to see his eyes trained on her. Emma now noticed the boys curly brown hair, simple sweatshirt and jean outfit, and adorable dimples.
“Harry, come on!” another boy urged him around the corner. “See you around!” Harry called to her. Harry. Yes, Emma knew that name. She thought she had recognized him the first time she had run into him. Harry Styles. Emma covered her mouth with her hand, disguising her gasp for a cough when Mary shot her an odd look. It took another hour (with no more run-ins with Harry) for the pair to find their way out of the corn maze. “That took longer than last year, I think,” Mary said, checking her phone. “I think we’re getting worse at this.” Emma laughed and answered, “No, I was just a bit..distracted.” “By what?”
As if in answer, Harry and his friend exited the maze close-by to where Emma was talking with Mary. He glanced over at her and smiled. She grinned back and watched as he made his way over to her. “Hello again,” Harry said. “Hi,” Emma responded simply. Mary looked at Harry, then at her friend. “Oh, hey, Emma, I’m just gonna go… use the bathroom,” she stated before running off. “Emma?” he said. “Sorry, what?” “You’re name is Emma,” Harry repeated. “That’s beautiful. Like Emma Watson, except you’re much prettier.” She could feel the blush spreading through her cheeks. “Erm, thanks,” Emma replied. “And you’re Harry. Like Harry Styles but much more handsome.” He laughed; she loved how the emotion penetrated through his eyes. “Listen, why don’t you let me buy you an ice cream? We can sit down, talk some more.” Emma grinned broadly. “I’d like that,” she said.
The couple linked arms and headed over to the concession stand. They talked and talked until Mary finally dragged Emma off. But not before she and Harry exchanged numbers and a goodnight kiss.
“I wanna stay up all night and jump around until we see the sun!” Reagan sang as she jumped up and down in time with the members of One Direction. She was so close to them that she could see the sweat dripping down their gorgeous faces. It made them look even hotter. “I wanna stay up all night and do it all with you!” Niall sang, pointing to Reagan. She kept her cool until he moved to the other side of the stage. Reagan had managed to get VIP tickets to see her favorite band, One Direction. She was seated in row 2 of the floor seating on the left of the stage, end of the row. When Liam and Harry had dropped down to the platform jutting off the side of the stage, Reagan could touch their hands.
She was there alone; Reagan had tried to get a ticket for her friend, but they sold out too quickly. But Reagan had quickly become friends with a few girls sitting around her. As a part of the VIP experience, Reagan had gotten to sit in on the sound check. So far, it was the most amazing thing that’d ever happened in her entire life. The boys had time to quickly come around and talk to some fans. Reagan had said a quick “hello” to Zayn, Louis, and Liam before they had to move on. But Niall…Niall was different. He had begun talking to girls on the other side of the stage, but as Reagan was talking to the girl next to her, Niall looked up and they made eye contact. He smiled at her and Reagan had smiled back. She continued talking to her neighbor when she noticed Niall making his way over to her.
“Hey, how’re you?” he asked. Reagan had smiled and responded, “I’m great, how’re you, Niall?” “Good, thanks for asking. Excited for the show?” She nodded. He was staring so deeply into her eyes. “So excited. I never thought I’d be able to get tickets to a One Direction concert let alone this close!” Niall smiled at her and Reagan felt a bit weak at the knees. Someone was calling the boys to the stage to get started. “Well, that’s me!” Niall said, beginning to walk away. “Oh, Niall, wait!” Reagan stopped him, rummaging through her bag and pulling out a folded piece of paper. “This is for you.” She handed the note to him, which he had pocketed with a smile before mounting the stage. Reagan was thrilled. She had just met Niall Horan and he had actually taken her note (which also contained her phone number).
Now Reagan was having the time of her life dancing around and laughing at the five boys. She couldn’t help but notice Niall’s frequent glances towards her. He also seemed to come over to her side of the stage a lot and once Reagan thought she saw Harry whisper something in Niall’s ear and then gesture towards her. By the end of the show, Reagan was worn out but so happy. Her apartment wasn’t far from the venue, so she said goodbye to her new friends and started the drive home. As Reagan was pulling into a parking spot, her phone began to buzz. She pulled it out and saw that it was an unknown number. She decided to answer anyway and hit the call button. “Hello?” Reagan said.
Answering that phone call was the best decision she had ever made. “Hi, Reagan?” a familiar Irish accent sounded on the other line. She clasped her hand over her mouth to stop from screaming. “Yes, hi?” “Um, this is Niall. Niall Horan.” Reagan grinned. “I thought I recognized the accent,” she said. “How’re you doing?” “I’m great, that concert was amazing! I’m still buzzing,” he answered. Reagan laughed. “Yeah, you guys sounded awesome, everyone was jumping and singing along.” “It’s really incredible, the reception.” “Well you guys deserve it.” “Thanks.” Reagan could hear the smile in his voice. “I honestly didn’t think you’d read my note, let alone call me,” she blurted out. “What made you do it? Call me, I mean.” Niall paused then let his answer rush out. “Well actually when I saw you at the sound check, even from across the room you caught my eye and I had to introduce myself and when I came over you were just so beautiful and when I saw your number at the bottom of that note I was really excited.”
Reagan was stunned and absolutely overjoyed. She and Niall talked for another two hours before she realized that she was still sitting in her car. Reagan went inside and they talked for another three hours, getting to know each other and joking around. As the sun was coming up, they ended their call. “I’m so glad I called you,” Niall concluded. Reagan grinned broadly. “Me too.” “I’ll call you again soon,” he promised before hanging up. That night Niall called her again and asked her to be his princess.
“What if we just ran away?” Megan said. “Together. Just went wherever we wanted with no one to hold us back.” Harry smiled at her, hugging her tightly against his chest as they sat in the grass, watching the sunset. “That sounds nice,” he answered softly. “We could,” she whispered, more to herself. Megan laid her head back on Harry’s shoulder. “I don’t care where I am as long as you’re with me,” he said. She closed her eyes and smiled, imagining a far off land.
“And cut!” the director called. “That’s a wrap!” Everyone set in motion, moving equipment and packing up set pieces. Harry stood and pulled Megan up. “Great scene,” he said. “Yeah, you too.” Megan made her way towards her trailer, eager to remove her make up from a long day of shooting. She was starring in a movie, based off of a teenage romance novel, and her love interest was the charming Harry Styles. He had been an interesting character from day one of shooting. Always joking around and flirting with every girl that crossed his path. It seemed like every woman on set was in love with Harry except for Megan, the one who was supposed to be in love with him. Well, her character anyway. But the two had connected and became fast friends.
“Hey, Megan, great job today, really good stuff,” the director said, cutting her off. She smiled politely and thanked him. “Tomorrow is a big scene, are you ready to be in love?” he asked. “I’ll do my best!” Megan responded before stepping into her trailer and closing the door. She sat down and laid her head back. For some reason, she didn’t want to have to be in love with Harry. Maybe it was because he flirted with her so overtly or because he could always be overheard talking about the latest model he had hooked up with. But Megan had to admit that he was a nice guy and very easy on the eyes. The big scene would involve a lot of kissing and a few things a bit more intimate. They hadn’t done a kissing scene yet, so Megan was pretty nervous.
She decided to head back to her apartment and get to sleep early. As Megan was leaving the set, saying goodbye as she passed cameramen and hair stylists, Harry fell into step beside her. “Long day, wasn’t it?” he said. Megan nodded. “Are you excited for the scene tomorrow?” Harry asked. “Thrilled,” she said somewhat sarcastically. “Hey, we’re supposed to be in love!” Harry suddenly grabbed her arm and waist and dipped her back, a small shriek escaping Megan’s lips. “Am I not romantic and seducing?” he asked, his lips whispering so close to hers. His eyes were intense, making it seem as if his question wasn’t entirely jest. “Don’t you want to save that for your model friends?” Megan said. Harry stood up straight, pulling her with him. Her comment seemed to upset him as he simply responded, “See you tomorrow, Megan,” and walked off. The entire ride home, all that she could think about were those bright green eyes.
The next day, Megan was nervous. Harry was back in his chipper mood and was trying to make her relax before they stepped in front of the cameras. “It’s just me, don’t worry. I don’t bite.” She smiled and ruffled his curls for good luck just like she did before every scene. “Ok, let’s get this going,” the director instructed and Harry and Megan moved into position. “And… action!” Megan sat down on the bed and kicked off her shoes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect that to happen,” Harry said, head turned to face the floor. “Maybe your mom’s right.” Harry’s head snapped up to look at her as she spoke. “Maybe you would be better off with someone else.” He walked towards her and grabbed her hands. His eyes held the same intensity they had had the night before; Megan couldn’t look away. “Don’t say that, don’t listen to her. I love you, I always will, and no one can stop me from loving you.” Megan shook her head and Harry wiped away a tear that had trickled down her cheek.
Harry sat down next to her and brushed a hair away from her face. He pulled her towards him and kissed her. Megan got lost, mind scrambling to remember what was happening. She let herself go as Harry laid her back on the bed and held himself over her, lips never parting. Their legs intertwined and she felt herself pulling him closer. Megan’s breath came fast as Harry moved to kiss her neck, then her collarbone. She ran her hands under his shirt down his back, up his chest. Harry moved back to her lips before stopping and resting his forehead against hers. They both smiled and caught their breath. “Cut! Perfect! That was amazing, guys.” Megan snapped back to reality as Harry helped her off the bed and the crew applauded. His eyes sparkled as they grinned at each other, both blushing slightly.
Megan felt somehow hollow; the scene had felt so real, but in truth it was just a scene. But it felt so genuine, every kiss, every movement…she supposed Harry was just a really good actor. “That was something, huh?” he said as they moved to the snack table. A crew was changing the set behind them. “Yeah, it was,” she said. “You were, uh, you were really good.” Harry laughed. “But I guess you have practice,” Megan added. Harry’s face turned cold. “Is that how you see me? You see me as some guy who just sleeps around all the time?” Megan was taken aback by his change in tone; he sounded angry but hurt at the same time. “Well you’re always talking about those models.” “Well I’m not that guy. I especially don’t want you to think that,” he answered. “Why?” Megan asked. “Because I think I’m falling for you, Megan.” She froze and looked down, unable to meet his gaze. “Harry, we can’t…” “Why not? You can’t tell me you didn’t feel something during that scene, too. That was us, not the characters.”
Megan was totally stunned. “I can’t handle this right now, Harry.” She turned to walk away but Harry grabbed her arm and spun her into him. He kissed her and Megan knew that he hadn’t been acting in the scene. Every kiss was filled with Harry’s real emotions. No matter how hard she tried, Megan couldn’t resist him. Every kiss had been real for her, too. Harry pulled back and stared into her eyes. They separated as the director approached. “That was great chemistry in that scene, we’re gonna need even more of that,” he said. “Think you can do it?” Megan looked at Harry. “Definitely.” They locked hands as they walked back on set.
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Rylee walked towards the stage, getting ready to go on. “Oh sorry,” a boy said, accidentally brushing her shoulder as he walked past. She turned and looked at Zayn Malik, walking away. He glanced back at her and smiled. Her heart beat faster as she realized what had just happened. But now she needed to focus. Her name was called and Rylee stepped out onto the stage as the audience cheered. She looked out at the judges who would decide whether or not she would make it onto the X Factor. Rylee sat down at the piano and adjusted the microphone on its stand. “Hi, my name is Rylee, and I’ll be singing ‘One Thing’.”
Her fingers rested on the keys as she prepared to start. “I’ve tried playing it cool, but when I’m looking at you, I can’t ever be brave, ‘cause you make my heart race.” Rylee came in on the piano as she continued. “Shot me out of the sky, you’re my kryptonite, you keep making me weak yeah frozen and can’t breathe.” Eyes closed, she could hear the crowd clapping in time. “Something’s gotta give now, ‘cause I’m dying just to make you see, that I need you here with me now, ‘cause you’ve got that one thing.” Rylee finished the chorus before Simon raised his hand and stopped her. The audience erupted into applause. As Rylee looked out at the crowd, her eyes found Zayn in the front row, standing and clapping. He met her gaze and smiled encouragingly. Rylee could hardly remember what happened after that as it was all overshadowed by the excitement of being told that she would be moving on to the next round.
She thanked the judges and made her way backstage, breathlessly greeting the host who was waiting for her. None of Rylee’s family had been able to come to the audition, so after her interview with the host, she rushed to call her mom. No one picked up, so Rylee left a message. She was too excited to be upset, though. She didn’t know what to do with herself now; Rylee found a speaker backstage and sat down. She stared at the ground, letting the day’s events sink in. “Rylee,” a voice called. She looked up into Zayn’s smiling face. “Congratulations on getting through!” Rylee smiled back at him. “Thanks! It’s all a bit overwhelming right now.” “Mind if I sit down?” he asked. She shook her head and he took a seat next to her.
“I liked your song choice,” Zayn said. Rylee laughed and looked deep into his eyes. “I have to admit, I was a little nervous to sing it after I bumped into you.” “Why?” he inquired with a bemused expression. “Well what if I messed it up! It’s one of your songs!” Zayn grinned. “You sounded beautiful, really. If the judges hadn’t put you through I was ready to fight them over it!” Rylee giggled and leaned closer to him. “Thanks, I’m sure you would’ve set them straight.” They stared at each other and smiled. Rylee wondered if Zayn felt the same connection that she was feeling.
“Do you want to go out and celebrate?” he asked. He saw her hesitation and added, “Unless you want to celebrate with your family.” Rylee looked down at her hands. “Actually, no one came with me.” Zayn reached over and took her hand. “Well now you have me,” he said. She smiled and stood, letting him lead her out of the theater. After a visiting a nice restaurant and a small club, the duo headed back to Zayn’s hotel room. It was late and Rylee had to get home, but she didn’t want to leave. Over the last few hours, she had gotten to know Zayn so much better and was liking him more and more. She could only assume that he felt the same way since he had invited her back to his room.
“Make yourself at home,” he said, kicking off his shoes. Rylee did the same and they cuddled up together on the couch. “You know, I really should be getting home now,” she said. “Just stay a little longer,” Zayn replied. Rylee laid her head on his chest. “Ok, just a little longer.” “Hey, Rylee?” Zayn began. “Yeah?” “I really like you.” She smiled and yawned. “I really like you, too.” The next morning Rylee woke up on the couch, protected in Zayn’s arms. She tilted her head and kissed his cheek until he woke up. He smiled at her. “That was a very nice way to be woken up.” Rylee said, “Well it was a very nice way to fall asleep.”
She stood up and stretched, her muscles tight. Zayn sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. Then he grabbed Rylee around the waist and pulled her towards him. Their faces were just inches away, eyes locked. “Guess what?” Zayn said. “What?” “You made it through the auditions.” Rylee grinned broadly. “Yay,” she just had time to get out before he closed the gap and kissed her. She had never felt anything like it; so tender and sweet yet so electrifying. He pulled back, waiting for a reaction. When Rylee smiled, Zayn pulled her closer for another kiss.
Just one more defender. She’s leaning left; fake right, get her off balance, go for goal. Yes! It worked. Now a nice easy shot to the top corner…goal! These were the thoughts running through Jaymee’s mind as she dribbled up the field for the game winning goal. Her teammates surged around her as they all celebrated their win; they were county champs! Jaymee could barely breathe in the mass of jumping bodies. She squeezed herself out and hugged the coach. “Great shot, Jaymee! We did it!” she exclaimed. Jaymee smiled and moved past her coach, craning her neck to find her mother.
“That was an amazing goal,” a smooth voice said behind her. The accent was very familiar. It can’t be, she thought before turning and meeting his eyes. It is! Jaymee was face to face with Louis Tomlinson. His hair was perfectly ruffled, his pale blue sweatshirt tied in a bow at the neck over his gray t-shirt. He had ditched the red pants for regular jeans but was still sporting some gray Toms. She realized she was wearing her sweaty soccer uniform with her hair thrown up in a ponytail. “Thanks,” Jaymee finally answered, finding her voice. “You had a great game. Your feints are crazy and your shots are fantastic, honestly,” Louis continued. Why is he complimenting me? Why is he even here? “Thanks, it means a lot,” she said.
There was a short lull in conversation before Jaymee asked, “So, why are you here?” Louis chuckled and smiled at her. “Sorry, that came out weird, I just didn’t expect to see someone famous here.” “Well that’s not fair,” he answered coolly. Jaymee cocked her head to the side, puzzled. “What isn’t?” “You know my name,” Louis said. “But I don’t know yours. All I can call you right now is gorgeous soccer girl.” She blushed and glanced down, smiling. “I’m Jaymee.” “Well, Jaymee,” he began. “I’m here because my sister was playing.” “Oh, which field?” she inquired, looking around. “You know that last defender you blew by? Yeah, that was her.” Jaymee laughed. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” Louis started laughing too, making her relax.
He waved to someone over Jaymee’s shoulder. “That’s her now, I should go.” “Oh,” Jaymee said, slightly disappointed. She didn’t want to stop talking to him. “Ok. Well nice meeting you, Louis.” “Wait a second,” he said, stopping her as she began to walk away. “Do you want to maybe have lunch with me?” Jaymee could feel her heart pounding in her chest and hoped no one could hear it. “Sure, I’d love to,” she answered. Louis grinned. “Great. How about I pick you up at 3?” “Sounds good.” Jaymee could feel herself smiling like an idiot. “But wait, you don’t know where I live.” Louis pulled out a phone from his back pocket and handed it to her. “Here. Put in your number and address.” She did this, then returned the phone to Louis. “See you in a couple of hours!” he said before walking away with a smile.
I’m going to lunch with Louis Tomlinson. We won the championship then Louis Tomlinson just asked me to lunch. Jaymee could not believe this was all happening. She ran to get her mom and rushed her to the car; Jaymee only had two hours to take a shower, pick out an outfit, and do her hair and make up. She quickly explained everything to her mom, who was thrilled. She knew how much Jaymee loved One Direction. When she got home, Jaymee jumped in the shower. She decided to let her hair naturally wave down her back and left it to dry as she riffled through her closet. When Louis came to the door, she was dressed and ready. Jaymee wore a brown leather jacket over a teal t-shirt and thin, silvery blue scarf. Her dark skinny jeans reached her brown sandals with teal straps and her hair flowed over her shoulders. “You look ravishing,” Louis commented as they headed out to his car. ” “Why thank you!” she said, stepping into the passengers seat.
The ride to the restaurant was short and loud. At one point, “What Makes You Beautiful” came on the radio. Louis decided to roll down the window, turn the volume up full blast, and start belting out the words. Jaymee burst out laughing then soon joined in. A few girls heard the song and saw them, freaking out over seeing Louis. When they got to the restaurant, he got them a table outside, unafraid to be seen. They ordered their food and started to get to know each other. Jaymee even learned some new things about Louis that all the interviews had missed. She couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible this day was and how much she and Louis were connecting.
After a few hours, Louis and Jaymee made their way back to his car. “Thank you for the amazing day,” Jaymee said as they walked up to her front door. “No, thank you! You gave a rousing rendition of ‘What Makes You Beautiful’,” he responded. They both laughed. “We should play some football, I mean soccer, sometime,” he said. Jaymee smiled. “If you’re not too scared that I’ll beat you.” She barely had to time to react when Louis moved in and kissed her. Her hands reflexively moved to the back of his neck while his moved up and down her back. His lips were warm and firm against hers. Her heart pounded and her mind went blank as they fell deeper into the kiss. All too soon, Louis pulled back. “Goodbye for now, my gorgeous soccer girl.” He smiled and backed away, climbing into his car and driving away. Jaymee leaned back against the door, a huge grin spread across her face.
“Ow, you stepped on my foot!” Zayn exclaimed, jumping up and down on one leg and holding his toe. Whitney laughed as he hopped around the room. They had been dancing to an Usher song until she tripped and stepped on his toe. “Sorry! Two left feet!” Whitney apologized, still giggling. Zayn stopped jumping and pouted, still holding his foot. “Aw, here, this’ll make it better.” Whitney walked over to Zayn and gave him a firm kiss on the lips. His eyes were still closed as she pulled back. “Mmm, yup, better.” She laughed and kissed him again, not pulling away until she couldn’t breathe. Whitney sat down at the kitchen table, popping an M&M into her mouth.
Whitney and Zayn had been dating for 4 months now, but 2 of those months he had been away on tour. Now he was back for a week and they were spending as much time together as possible. She had slept over the 6 previous nights and was now staying for the last night before he had to leave again. “So what now?” Whitney asked. Zayn plopped down in the seat next to her and grabbed a handful of chocolates. “What do you feel like doing?” She thought for a moment before answering, “I’m kinda in the mood to write.” He smiled. “Good, I love your poems. And I just so happen to feel like drawing.” Zayn grabbed a sketchpad, a notebook, and two pencils. Handing the notebook and one of the pencils to Whitney, he began to sketch.
For the next hour, the couple sat in peaceful silence, the only sound the scratching of pencil on paper. “Ok, time to share,” Zayn finally said. He flipped the sketchbook and revealed a gorgeous drawing of Whitney, brow slightly furrowed, as she concentrated on her poem. “That’s beautiful!” she said, taking the book to look more closely. “You’re really talented.” Zayn chuckled. “You say that every time I sketch!” She shrugged. “‘Cause it’s true.” He smiled and pulled the notebook towards him. “Your turn.” He read over the poem, then read it again. “So…what do you think?” Whitney asked.
In answer, Zayn studied the poem and began to sing in his angelic voice, “Alone, broken, and can’t be fixed. The same pain as always, love is mixed. But they couldn’t cry, no tears from their eyes. No relief when you leave.” He put the book down and looked into Whitney’s eyes. He had taken her words and rearranged them into a beautiful song, embodying her thoughts when Zayn was away. “That was…” Whitney choked, unable to hold back the tears brimming in her eyes. Zayn moved next to her, holding her and kissing away her tears. They sat, clutching each other, as if they could never be broken apart again. “That was amazing, Zayn. Thank you,” she whispered. He kissed her cheek and wiped a tear with his thumb. “You gave me the inspiration, I just added a tune.”
It was early morning when they decided to curl up together on the bed and fall asleep, never letting go of each other. When Whitney woke up, Zayn’s hand was still intertwined with hers. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her. There was so much sadness in that smile because they both knew today was the day that he had to leave. They got up and ate breakfast, talking stiffly as they always did before their goodbye. Whitney helped him pack up the last few things before a car came to take Zayn to the airport with the other boys.
He sat down and took both of Whitney’s hands in his. “Whitney, you mean so much to me and I love you so much. I’ll call you tonight.” He leaned in and kissed her passionately, and in that kiss Whitney told him all the things she could only express on paper. No tears would soil this moment. A knock on the door signaled Zayn’s departure. He pulled back and stared into her deep blue eyes before embracing her. Whitney walked him to the door, where they kissed again. Zayn slipped something into her hand and whispered, “This is ours and only ours. Forever.” Whitney watched as he opened the car door, blew a kiss, then was engulfed by the dark of the tinted windows. She looked down at her hand and saw a CD. On it was written, “Our Song.”
Whitney rushed back to the flat, opening the CD drive on her computer and inserting the disk. Zayn’s melodic voice filled the air. “Alone, broken, and can’t be fixed…” Whitney released her tears and listened to the song. Zayn had added verses and a bridge, forming a complete song. He must have written and recorded it last night when she was asleep. Whitney closed her eyes and allowed Zayn’s voice to fill her mind and wipe away everything. Every thought and every feeling, except for that of their last kiss.
“It’s strange going from being totally unknown to being on the front of magazines and winning polls and things like that. The best thing about it all is that we get to meet all the fans who have been amazing to us. We get recognised everywhere,” Dayna read from “Dare to Dream” by One Direction. She flipped back to the cover, holding her spot with her thumb, and gazed at the beautiful faces of the 5 boys who had changed her life. Dayna had just started to read again when she heard the door of the diner open. Someone laughed; it sounded familiar. She kept reading and heard someone behind her whisper, “Oh look, look! Watch this, hold on.”
Dayna could just see a shock of brown hair over her book as he sat down across from her in the booth.”Whatcha reading?” a soft voice called. She lowered her book and met his eyes. She had recognized the laugh; sitting across from her was Liam Payne. “Uh, just this book,” Dayna answered shyly. “Is it good? Those guys on the cover look pretty weird,” Liam smiled. Dayna looked down and said, “Yeah, it’s pretty good. But the guys are really weird, I mean one of them is basically obsessed with turtles.” Her laugh reflected his as she inserted her bookmark between two of the pages and laid the book to the side. “That is weird!” Liam said. “Are you eating alone?” Dayna nodded, still too starstruck to get out much else. “Mind if I join?” he asked. “Of course, sure,” she responded.
Liam ordered them each a burger and some water. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name, what was it?” “Dayna,” she answered, dipping a fry in some ketchup and popping it into her mouth. “Well, Dayna, can I ask you a question?” She nodded. “How is a gorgeous girl like you here alone? Surely boys are dying to have lunch with you.” Dayna laughed in spite of herself, mentally taking note that Liam had called her gorgeous. “Yeah, right.” Liam began to softly sing, “And when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell you don’t know, oh oh, you don’t know you’re beautiful.” Dayna could feel herself blushing as she covered her face with her hands. “If only you saw what I can see,” he continued, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her face, cradling them to his chest. “You’d understand why I want you so desperately,” Liam was slowly getting louder and louder.
Dayna pulled her hands away and sunk down in her seat a bit as she noticed people beginning to stare. “Liam, shh!” she insisted. He stood and opened his arms, “Right now I’m looking at you and I can’t believe you don’t know, oh oh, you don’t know you’re beautiful! That’s what makes you beautiful!” People began to clap as Liam sat back down and Dayna turned her head towards the window, shielding her face with one hand. Liam laughed and took a drink of water. “Now everyone can see how beautiful you are.” She shook her head, “Thanks, but I’m not beautiful.” He took her hand in both of his, suddenly serious. “Hey, I just met you fifteen minutes ago and I can already tell that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”
The two stared at each other for a minute, speaking with their eyes more than their mouths, before Dayna pulled back her hand and grabbed her book. “Thanks for the, uh, eventful lunch, but I have to go.” She laid some money down on the table and got up from the booth. “Nice meeting you.” She turned and walked out of the diner before he could protest. Dayna had almost made it around the corner when she heard, “Hey, wait!” She stopped for a minute but didn’t turn around, then shook her head and kept walking. “Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you,” Liam started to belt, alerting the whole street. Dayna turned, eyes wide; the last thing she wanted was a big public scene. “BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE!” he continued. “Shush! Liam, stop!” she demanded, walking back towards him. “THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED!” No matter what Dayna did, he would not stop singing. Exasperated, she then did the craziest and most spontaneous thing she had ever done in her life.
“AND WHEN YOU SMI-” Liam was cut short as Dayna put her full force into a dazzling kiss. She could feel herself getting lighter, like she was about to float into space. Dayna pulled back, eyes angry then surprised then, oddly, calm. There was a tense pause as she waited for Liam to react. “Simple, but effective,” he quoted. Dayna laughed, relieved that he wasn’t angry. “I had to shut you up somehow,” she replied. Liam slipped his hand into hers and kissed her lightly on the lips. “We should do this again sometime. Maybe tonight?” he said. Dayna smiled and dropped her book on the ground, then turned and started walking away. “Dayna, what about your book?” he called. She turned back with a smile. “Oops, guess you’ll have to return it to me tonight.” Dayna waved before rounding the corner, out of sight. Liam picked up the book, which had opened to the page with the bookmark. The bookmark read:”Property of…” filled in with Dayna’s name and number. He shook his head and laughed to himself. “What a girl,” he whispered, moving back to the diner and planning that nights date in his head.
“Hotel delivery, room 514,” Amanda’s manager told her as she rushed out the back door. She worked at the local pizza place and was currently on delivery duty. She got in her car, put the pizzas in the seat next to her, and headed to the hotel. Amanda connected her I-pod to the car speakers and thumbed through to “Another World” by One Direction. It was her favorite song and cheered her up on dull delivery days.
When she pulled up to the hotel, Amanda was greeted by a huge crowd of girls outside the front door. She just sighed and grabbed the pizzas, getting ready to push through the queue. And it was a struggle. The girls were packed tightly together and screaming over each other. Amanda finally got through the doors into the lobby, stopping to catch her breath and leaning against the wall. She could make out some chanting outside, “Louis!” “Zayn!” “One Direction!” Amanda gasped as she realized: she must be at the same hotel as One Direction. “Focus on the delivery,” she said to herself, making her way towards the elevator. Once inside she pressed the button for the 5th floor and felt a jolt as she ascended.
Amanda put down the pizzas and pulled her wavy brown hair up into a ponytail. As the elevator opened again on the 5th floor, she grabbed the pizzas and stepped out into the hall. “514, 514,” she muttered to herself, looking for the room. Amanda found it at the end of the hall and knocked on the door. It swung open and she found herself face to face with Niall Horan. “Pizza!” he called. “Finally, I’m starving!” He grabbed the pizzas and took them inside. “How much?” Amanda looked down at the receipt, mind racing and heart pounding. “Uh, $21.50,” she answered. Niall reached into his pockets. “Hold on let me go get some money,” he said, walking down a hall to the left.
“Niall, who was at the door?” Amanda heard right before Harry Styles walked into the room. And he was naked. “Oh my god,” she exclaimed, looking down at the ground. “Woah! Oh god, sorry babe, oh god!” Amanda glanced up and saw Harry grab a blanket and wrap it around his waist. He turned and Amanda stared into his brilliant green eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know someone else was here,” he apologized. “It’s fine,” she answered, giggling. And for some reason, she couldn’t stop laughing. Harry Styles was in front of her wearing only a blanket and she had just seen him naked. “Well you don’t have to laugh! Was it that bad?” Harry said, beginning to laugh himself. “No, no! It was fine…” But that only made the two of them laugh harder.
Niall walked back in the room holding some bills. “So you’ve met Harry, I see.” Amanda nodded and tried to control her breathing. “Thanks for the pizzas, have a nice day,” Niall said, heading over to get a slice. “You too,” Amanda said before turning to leave. “Wait,” Harry called. She turned and looked at him expectantly. “There must be something I can do to make up for that traumatic experience,” he began. “Why don’t you join us for some pizza?” Amanda’s eyes widened and Harry flashed her a dazzling smile. “I guess I can come in for a little while….I was pretty traumatized.” Harry laughed and led her into the room. Niall looked up, munching on a piece of pizza. “Niall, this is…sorry didn’t catch your name,” Harry said. “Amanda,” she responded, smiling. “This is Amanda, and I just traumatized her so she’ll be joining us for some food,” he finished. They both laughed and sat down to eat, soon joined by Louis, Liam, and Zayn.
Each of the boys greeted Amanda very politely and took a slice of pizza while Harry explained how they had met. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” Liam joked. Amanda spent an hour with the guys, talking and eating, before insisting that she had to go back to work. “I’ll walk you out,” Harry said, now wearing chinos and a white v-neck. The others said goodbye and Amanda and Harry made their way towards the elevator. “Thanks for the pizzas. Sorry again.” “No, thank you. I’m sure every fan down by the lobby would have loved to spend an hour with you guys,” Amanda said. “And you didn’t? Harry asked. “I didn’t what?” “You didn’t love spending an hour with us?” he clarified. “No! That’s not what I’m saying at all! You’re all so nice and it was amazing and…why are you laughing?” Amanda said as Harry began to chuckle. “You’re just cute,” he stated. She opened her mouth to retort but closed it again. The elevator opened and she stepped in. “Well, it was nice meeting you,” she said. “You too, Amanda,” he grinned as the doors closed.
Amanda leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, images flashing across her lids. Harry’s dimpled smile, his bright eyes, and yes, his naked body did come to mind a few times. She pushed back through the crowd and got to her car. She drove back to work and braced herself for what would happen when she walked back through the door. It wasn’t what she expected. “Amanda, you have a call. Some guy is asking for you.” She grabbed the phone and held it to her ear. “Hello?” “Hey, babe, I uh realized I forgot to get your number,” Harry’s voice floated through the receiver. Amanda smiled and told him her phone number. “Great,” he said. “And also I’d like two cheese pizzas, but they have to be delivered by Amanda or I’m not paying!” She laughed and said, “Coming right up! See you soon.”
Claudia placed the last box in the truck and closed the hatch. She looked back at her house, wiping away a tear. She walked back through the front door and made her way to old bedroom. Claudia looked under the bed and in the closet, looking for anything that she had left. Seeing nothing, she sighed and lay back on the bed. Claudia laughed when she saw it: a poster of Harry Styles taped to the ceiling. She smiled, thinking back 2 years prior.
“I wanna stay up all night and jump around until we see the sun!” Claudia and her best friend Lindsey sang as they drove to the local CD store for a One Direction signing. “I can’t believe we get to meet them! This is incredible!” Lindsey said. “I know! I hope I don’t seem too crazy,” Claudia responded. She twirled a sheet of notebook paper in her fingers. She stared down at it and read, “For Harry.” Lindsey tapped the steering wheel to the beat of “One Thing” as Claudia flipped open a compact mirror. She studied her hair, braided to the side in a long twist, and touched up her lip gloss. “Do you think it’s crazy that I put my number in my note for Harry?” Claudia asked. Lindsey laughed and said, “No it makes perfect sense to me!”
“We’re here!” Lindsey said, pulling into a parking spot. “Yeah, and so is half the town,” commented Claudia, looking out at the huge queue of girls lining the sidewalk. The two grabbed their CD’s and joined the throng. As they waited, they talked to other directioners (and a few directionators) and reminisced old 1D moments. Everyone cheered as the doors finally opened and they all filed in. Girls weaved through the store, cameras flashing even before the boys came out. When they did, the uproar was deafening. Claudia couldn’t believe that they were sitting right in front of her and that she would soon be meeting them. “Hello everybody!” Liam called into a microphone. “Thank you all so much for coming out today!” He handed the mic to Harry. “Yeah, massive thank you to everyone, and uh…let’s get started!”
It took an hour before Lindsey and Claudia got close to the table. “Almost there!” Lindsey yelled in her friend’s ear as the crowd belted out “Stand Up.” Then it was time, time to meet their idols. “Hey, babe, you alright?” Zayn said to Claudia, flashing a smile and quickly passing on her CD. “I’m great,” she said quickly as she moved on to Louis. Then Niall, then Liam, and finally Harry. “Hey, love, how are-” he cut off, looking up at Claudia. “How are you?” he finished. “I’m good,” she answered. “Um, this is for you.” Claudia handed the note to Harry, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he looked up. “Thanks babe. Here’s your CD.” One of the security guards began pulling Claudia away from the table as she snatched her CD. “Love you!” Harry called with a smile.
She waited for Lindsey and they made their way out to the car, reliving their experiences. Claudia felt her phone vibrate as she slid into the passenger’s seat. “Who is it?” Lindsey asked. “Unknown number,” Claudia answered, pressing the call button. “Hello?” “Hey babe.” Claudia almost dropped her phone when she heard the voice on the other end. “Hello? Claudia? This is Harry. Are you there?” She shook her head and finally sputtered out, “Yeah, hi. I…I didn’t think you’d actually call.” “Yeah…honestly babe,” Harry started. “I think you’re stunning and I was so excited when I saw your number on that note.” Claudia sat, stunned, taking in what she had just heard. “Wow…thanks. I’m glad you called.” “Me too.” Claudia and Harry ended up talking for hours, eventually deciding to meet up.
Claudia sat up when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said. Her boyfriend opened the door and sat down next to her. “Everything all packed up?” Harry asked. “Almost,” Claudia pointed to the ceiling. Harry laughed, standing on the bed to retrieve the poster. “You’re so cute,” he stated, kissing her forehead. They stood and moved towards the front door, but not before Claudia got a last look at her room, now bare. She doubted whether or not she’d ever see it again now that Claudia was moving to London with Harry. She felt a hand slip into hers and looked up into Harry’s eyes. “Ready, babe?” he asked. Claudia smiled. “Ready.”