A Chance Meeting

Trapped in an Effing Closet with 5 Boys

*sniff* I love you all!

Especially you. Yes, you, person reading this. You are my favorite.

But shhhh... don't tell the others.

They'll get jealous!

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ABBY'S POV

Whoa. Well this is.... unexpected? Awkward? Oh, I know the word. AWESOME! I never expected that I would be trapped by crazy fans in a storage closet with One Direction!

"Code Keviiiiiiiiin." I whispered to Sarah, our code if we ever met One Direction.

"No dipshit, Abby!" She whispered back. She looked at the boys.

"You're- you're One Direction!" She stammered, obviously starstruck.

"But we defeated you in the battle of Zanderlorf!" I said, quoting the Adventurous Adventures of One Direction. That was our favorite youtube video EVER. Sarah and me loved to quote it.

"What do you call a bell grande that's not yours?" Asked Harry.

"NACHO BELL GRANDE!" Sarah and I screamed at the same time.

"Love, you're still on my foot..." Said Louis.

Oh, I was still standing on it... I stepped off of Louis's foot and smiled sheepishly at him.

"I'm so sorry! Won't happen again. Maybe. Not makin any promises." I apologized. I was so starstruck! This was THE Louis Tomlinson! From THE One Direction! Holy crap. Just watch me accidentally injure one of them.... I have really bad luck.

"Its okay, Love!" Why does he keep calling me Love? I mean, I don't mind it. Not one bit... I turned to Sarah. She was looking wide eyed at Harry. Like I said earlier- She reeeeeally likes Harry...

Then I noticed something. That guy looks familiar. And not just "Hey look its Liam Payne!" Familiar but "I've seen you before" Familiar...! ITS NIALL'S FRIEND FROM THE PARK! Hold on...

"Have I seen you before? Like... a few minutes ago?" I said to him.

"Yeah! We met in the park! You stole Niall's fries." If hes Liam PAYNE, then does that mean... I looked to the back if the storeroom where I saw a certain blond leprechaun eating fries on a shelf. How did he get up there?

Focus, Abby, Focus!

He was so busy eating he hadn't noticed me and Sarah barging in.

"Why hello there, Fry Boy..." I said all casual. He looked up with his mouth full.

"Ahbbhy?!?" He spat food ALL over me. Damn you, leprechaun!

"Yes. Its Ahbbhy. And you're Niall HORAN. Which, by the way, you never told me!" I scolded him. He finished swallowing and looked at me sheepishly.

"Sowwy, Abby..." No! Stop using that adorable baby voice!

"Well. I suppose I could... possibly.... maybe forgive you...." He sighed in relief. " But you got french fry spittle all over my precious TOMS! These are my babies!" I love my TOMS. How dare he get spit on them! Louis popped his head up from behind the shelf.

"Did I hear TOMS being mentioned?" He asked. I swear, he has the hearing of a hawk.

I, on the other hand, am half deaf (Not really. I just suck at hearing.).

"Yeah. Apparently, Abby here is as obsessed over them as you are!" Niall said. Hey!

"We're not obsessed! We're just... dedicated. Did you know, Fry Boy, that every pair of TOMS you buy, a pair is given to a needy child!" I informed him.