If Only {A One Direction/Justin Bieber Fan Fiction}

•Horrid Fantasy•

**Demi's P.O.V (as soon as she went to the boys's flat)**

I cannot believe I'm meeting One Direction! Like now. I was plastered in front of their door frozen while clinging to Angel's fragile hand.

You can do this, Demi. I mentally told myself as I turned the door knob to my future husbands' flat. Zayn paused from playing his little 'X-station' game to peer over at me with a cocky flirtatious smirk. Angel instantly ran to where she saw candy, completely forgetting about my existence. At this point all the boys where watching me intently except for a confused Louis that was attempting to fight Angel off of his candy.

Zayn was the first to break the silence. "And who are you, beautiful?"

"M-me? W-w-who am I? I'm... Demitria." I smirked as I composed myself only to find my flirtatious side showing like prostitutes' skin on a late night.

Liam suddenly became existent as he cautiously questioned me. "Are you all the friends of Niall's date?" At this point, Angel and Louis where sharing the candy while watching this unfold like some kind of show, Harry was checking me out, and Zayn was doing the same as Harry.

"Yeah," I had officially ended my mental debate on how to behave and finally decided to act like myself; the little cocky, carefree bitch that I was proud to be. I went to go sit next to Zayn but, him being the cheeky boy he is, redirected my hips with his hands causing my limp body to fall into his lap. I had decided not to question his actions; 1) Because I was loving my seat. And 2) Because I was being myself so I just moved on from what would've been an awkward subject. "So what are you lads playing on you little Station-X-360 thingy?" I curiously questioned Harry and Zayn. Zayn's chest vibrated from under me with laughter.

He slowly brought his soft lips to my ear and whispered: "You are really cute."

"Well, what can I say? It comes naturally." I explained very calmly. I am very proud of myself for not actually dying right then and there, let alone when I saw them.

"So, do you have a cell love?" Harry questioned me while receiving an evil glare from Zayn. Oh My Jesus. Zayn Malik and Harry Styles are fighting over me in their mindsss! I decided to stay calm and just tell the both of them my number.

"Cool, I'll text you before Hazza does." He claimed with a proud smile after whipping his phone from his pocket.

"No! I will text my future wife- I mean future girlfriend- I MEAN future best friend?" I had a mental fangirl moment before nonchalantly replying "Well, I would say any one of those is fine but I think that would make Zaynie mad. I mean, Zayn."

Zayn quickly replied with a smile, "I like Zaynie; Zaynies good." We both smiled at each other for a while then I began to stare at his beautiful lips until (Btw, I never moved off of his lap. Don't judge, it's comfortable.) Love came in.

"DEMITRIA! STOP WHORING IT UP ON ZAYN MALIK'S LAP! IT'S TIME TO GOOO!" I turned to face her, whined and trudged over to her.

I said my goodbyes to all the boys but Harry would not let me go! I had to have Zayn help me pry him off of me. Speaking of Zayn, we had a long hug while he held onto my ass for most of the hug but I didn't mind, all the other boys I knew had done it to me before.

But this one night, started it all.