Harry:
There were people everywhere. This is why you weren’t normally a party person. Too many people meant drama, and drama meant stress, and stress was bad. However, you were now a freshman in college, and everyone always attended the first university party of the year.
"Excuse me!" You shouted over the loud music, pushing past a group of girls that were dancing in the middle of the room. You’d already lost your best friend, and suddenly everything was a lot harder.
It was in the next moment that you met the boy that eventually flipped your world around. “Hey! Watch it-” He bumped into you as you said this, causing your drink- water, unlike everyone else’s beer- all over the front of his shirt. “Oops. Sorry.”
He didn’t look fazed, though. In fact it was as if he hardly noticed. He was just staring at you. “I said sorry.” You mumbled, uncomfortable under his gaze.
That snapped him out of it. “No, I’m sorry. I just got lost in those beautiful eyes of yours.” He teased cheekily, looking down at his shirt as his lips formed a little pout. His gaze shifted from his shirt back to you, as if to take in your reaction.
The shirt that you’d spilled on was plaid- or, that’s what it looked like in the dark. His hair was curly, that much you could see. He was your typical hot college boy. You laughed a little at his comment, marking it as innocent; he was obviously drunk. “I’m Y/N.” You said, sticking out your hand anyway.
"Harry Styles."
Niall:
Inside the building, it was warm. Warmer than the cold England air, that is.
"Oh, Y/N, you’re here." A familiar woman gushed as you walked in- your manager.
"Yep."
There were cameras everywhere- there had to be five or so spread around the small area. In the background, the music for ‘Midnight Memories’ by One Direction played.
"Great, we’re just about to start filming. See, the boys are running a little bit late, but that’s nothing new, is it…" The woman rambled for a while longer, but you weren’t listening. Finally you were there, on the set of Midnight Memories. You were insanely excited to get started filming the music video, which you were lucky enough to be apart of- you practically blew the directors away with your audition. About ten minutes later, the boys showed up, the boys that your little siblings had posters of all around their rooms, the boys that you have grown to love, due to your siblings obsession.
"Niall, give me that back!" Harry groaned, while Niall slung Harry’s scarf over his shoulder.
"This is kind of warm, Haz-"
"Boys!" The director came running over, patting Liam and Zayn on the shoulders. "Great to see you again, now let’s get to work."
"Who’s this?" Louis questioned, motioning to you standing silently, waiting for instruction.
"Y/N." You answered with a smile before anyone else could. You were kind of tired of that.
"Hello, Y/N! I’m Niall Horan." Niall greeted, scrambling to stand in front of you. He wrapped Harry’s scarf around his neck, "Or should I say, Harry Styles."
Liam:
"You’re in seat 25. Enjoy your flight, ma’am."
There weren’t really words to explain how happy you were to hear that. After waiting for your flight for over two hours, you were ready to rip your hair out. And now to make matters worse, you had an almost five hour flight ahead of you.
As you got settled down in your seat, you couldn’t help but feel relieved. Planes weren’t your favorite thing in the world, but it was sure better than that waiting room. Being one of the first on the plane, you were happy to have a few moments to yourself before the plane took off. Or so you thought.
"Go, Louis!" A male’s voice carried to your ears, and you opened your eyes, wondering what was going on now.
"Don’t push me, Niall!" Someone else responded.
"Just sit down!" Yet another voice interjected.
"Excuse me, I’m seat 26, Zayn." A fourth voice spoke, plopping down in the seat beside you.
"Lucky." The fifth and last voice groaned.
"I’m sorry about them, they’ll eventually fall asleep." The boy who sat next to you spoke, turning to look at you apologetically. He popped some gum into his mouth, "Need a piece?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips as he held up his pack.
You nodded, “I knew I forgot something.” You accepted, unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth. Leave it to a stranger to remember something like that, and still be nice enough to lend a piece. You chewed the gum as the plane finally took off, and it finally quieted down a bit. ”I’m Y/N, by the way.” You added.
"Hello. I’m Liam." He introduced himself.
"Hi."
Louis:
"OH MY GOSH!! Y/N!! IT’S ONE DIRECTION!!" Your little sister, Y/S/N, shouted, attracting many curious eyes.
Before you could stop her, your sister was running toward the five boys that now looked in her direction, amused expressions on their faces.
"Y/S/N!" You yelled, scrambling after her. She was hugging Louis’ leg.
He chuckled, eyes shifting to you as you approached, out of breath from chasing her all day. “Well hello ther-“
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh." She was so excited, cutting him off and all, "I love you guys!!! MARRY ME HARRY!" She ran away from Louis and ran into Harry’s arms, which were open and waiting for the little girl.
You covered your mouth, very embarrassed all of a sudden. “Wow, I’m really sorry about her. That was so rude.” You couldn’t help but laugh at her. “I’m sorry, she’s five.” You apologized again, mostly to Louis- since your sister practically rejected him. Not to mention the other boys were all cooing over your sister.
"Don’t worry, I’m used to having my heart broken by now." He joked.
You looked at him, unsure of how to respond to that.
"I’m," He paused, "I’m kidding."
"Oh, uh-" You facepalmed yourself, extremely embarrassed at this point. You’d only wanted to bring your little sister to the amusement park, and now it’s turned into you making a fool of yourself in front of the world’s biggest boy band.
"Y/N!" Your sister yelled, breaking the really awkward silence, “Me and Harry are getting married!” She exclaimed. “We can have a double wedding!” She added, motioning to you and Louis. Your cheeks turned even more red.
"Yeah, Y/N." Louis teased, nudging you and playing along, "Let’s have a double wedding."
Zayn:
"My feathers are falling all over the place." Your best friend complained to you- you were now attending a masquerade party with her. Her mask was huge and elaborate, but nothing compared to some of the masks that you were already seeing.
"Oh hush, I can’t believe you convinced me to come here." You said with a frown. Your mask was much smaller- just a colorful strip of fabric covering the sides of your eyes.
"Neither can I." She laughed.
"Hello, ladies." You heard from behind you. You and your best friend turned, seeing two boys in suits and masks talking to you. One was batman, and the other was… Well, you were unsure. It was dark.
"Hi." Your best friend giggled, looking at batman and beckoning for him to dance with her. That was always something you admired about her- courage. But, it was a masquerade, which is probably why you ended up coming in the first place; no one know who you were, and therefor couldn’t tease you over something silly that happened.
"Your friend just stole my date." You said to the other boy to break the silence, laughing a little at your own joke.
He chuckled a bit, “I’m terribly sorry about that. Guess your stuck with me.” He said, shrugging nonchalantly, but the grin on his face was unmistakable.
Just through his mask, you could see a pair of dark eyes. “I’m okay with that.” You flirted.
He held his hand out for you to take- to dance, you assumed. The type you definitely weren’t.
You decided to go with it, though, and you took his hand with a grateful smile; thankfully you wouldn’t be spending the night alone.
The two of you danced all night. Not literally, to your dismay- just until the song ended. You had a lot of fun dancing, or more so tripping over each other’s feet. At the end of the night, he pulled you out to the back where it was quieter, and you could actually hear each other.
"By the way, I thought you should know.." He began, peeling the mask from his face, "I’m Zayn Malik."
