You had just checked into your hotel in London. Your mom was finishing up paperwork so you decided to head up to the room. You were carrying your suitcase and your guitar case so your hands where full. You tried to push the button but just couldn't.
'Here love' you hear from behind you. You can't turn around to see who it is but he sounds cute. A hand pushes the button and into the elevator you go. You set your suitcase down and hear feet shuffling into the elevator.
'Floor 21 please' You ask.
'Sure thing, princess." a boy with an Irish accent answers. You smile, looking up for the first time. Your jaw drops.
'Are you......You’re.....' You stutter. Five beautiful boys laugh.
'Yes beautiful. We're One Direction' Liam answers, a smile on his face. You couldn't believe this. You were in an elevator with your inspiration.
'What was that?' Zayn asks, turning around. You felt the elevator come for a stop.
'I think it just broke' Louis mumbled, banging on the door. You groan.
'It's ok. At least you’re stuck with us' Harry jokes.
'I'm a lucky one' You answer, smiling.
'I like you already!' What's your name?' Niall asks.
'Christina. I'd ask for yours too, but I’m sure every person alive already knows' you tease. Harry smiles at you.
'Would that include you love?' He asks, putting his arm around you.
'Do I look human?' You answer, flashing him a flirty look. He smiles even bigger. You couldn't believe what's happening. Harry Styles has his arm around you. And the rest of the boys were all close in around you.
'Food' Niall groaned. Zayn laughed, kicking the elevator door. He then looked at you.
'Guitar? You play?' He asked, giving you thumbs up.
'A little' you answer, feeling nervous already. You had been playing the guitar since you were 5. Same with singing. You just haven't done it in front of anyone, EVER!
'You should play' Louis practically screamed.
'I.....I....don't' You stuttered but was interrupted with them chanting your name.
'Christina! Christina! Christina! Christina!' In response you sat down and took out your guitar.
'Well you done me and you bet I felt it,
I tried to beat you, but you’re so hot that I melted...' You sang, strumming your guitar. You could hear them whispering and felt the elevator move again but you didn't stop. You sounded beautiful. You sang the last line and looked up as the door opened on your floor.
'How would you like to be the 6th member of One Direction?' Harry asked, offering his hand to help you up. In response you smiled and took his hand.
