A Moment in Time

Chapter 1

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"Emily!' I heard a voice call. My head jerked up. Had I been sleeping in Math again? Our professor just drones on and on and on. He's just so......blah. Sleeping is totally justified. Snapping in front of my face pulled me out of my reverie. I looked over at my best friend, Megan. Her normally perfect long, wavy, brown hair was disheveled; blond streaks dull in the awful bright lights. Maybe I hadn't been the only one trying to catch up on the sleep college deprived us of.

She rolled her eyes at me. "I asked if you wanted to go to the gym after school to work out." We are both mega athletes, her an award-winning gymnast and me a soccer prodigy. We both wanted to go big-leagues one day. That was the only reason a prestigious college like this would accept me. As you may have noticed, I am not the most studious of people.

"Sure," I said. The last bell of the day rang, releasing us from this prison of a school. Megan and I rushed to my car, a little beat-up sky blue VW Beetle. She hopped in the passenger side as I started the car. I drove us back to our shared apartment. We changed, and I pulled my long, oh-so-fake-red hair back into a ponytail. Grabbing our water bottles and gym bags, we headed out the door.

We finally got to the gym after an impromptu stop at the gas station. Megan started lifting weights, and I fired up the elliptical. The gym was fairly empty, so we noticed when five boys walked in. I had my headphones in, blaring Hedley, so I actually didn't notice until Megan smacked my arm and pulled my headphone out. "What?" I ask, more than slightly annoyed.

She pointed to the five cutest boys I had ever seen. There was a tall brunette, one with a buzz, one with crazy curls, a short blond, and a tan boy with dark hair. I wish I was that tan. Being Irish, it's near impossible for me to get any darker that the color of the inside of a peanut. The boys spread out. That blond was REALLY good-looking. My heart began to race as I recognized them. My niece loved them. They were One Direction. My breath caught in my thought as the blond, who I now knew was Niall, walked over and started up the treadmill next to me. I looked to Megan for help, but she was back over at the weights chatting up Curly. A low voice behind me said, "Hey, I'm Niall. What's your name?"

I tried to be nonchalant as I replied, "Emily Byrne. You guys new in town?" My own audacity frightened me. He smiled. "Nah, the lads and I are just on tour." His Irish accent was so charming. I smiled back as I looked over to check on Megs. She was holding her own against a different flirtatious smile