The Girl with the British flag shoes

Chapter 2

His eyes were beautiful, He had dark brown curly hair, and a smile that was paired with dimples.

"Hello love, what's your name?" His raspy voice was beautiful, everything about him seemed beautiful.

"Isabelle." I smiled, I felt the blush creep up my neck and onto my cheeks.

"Well Isabelle, can I call you... Bell?" He just gave me a nickname! Wait did I just fangirl about a nickname? " Yes love, you did." he laughed.

Shit did I just said that out loud!

All of a sudden the door burst open and in came a blonde boy with two large plates of food. Each stacked a mile high.

"I BROUGHT FOOD!!! DIG IN YOU... What did I miss, and why are there girls in here?" He set the food down on the table and looked completely baffled. We all laughed as two more boys walked in. One was in just a towel, it hung lowly on his hips. The other looked a little confused why the blonde was staring into mid-air thinking about the situation.

"Hello." The one in the towel said as he went over to a suitcase and picked out a t-shirt and jeans. He headed to a small door, which I guess lead to a bathroom.

By now I was completely red in the face. I wish I knew their names.

"I'm sorry but can you please tell me your guys names, in not a 'directioner' as some people say." I laugh at myself.

"Well you are out of place then! I'm Harry and I'm very glad to meet you. Liam you already met but Niall is the blonde. Zayn is the one in the leather jacket, and the one in the bathroom is Louis." He smiled again revealing his dimples once again.

I felt the spot on the couch next to me sink down. Then I feel my arm hurting, it's Chelsea. I was in such a daze that I hadn't noticed her fangirling.

"This is Chelsea, she's my best friend. And the one your looking for as Paul said." He looks at me confused.

"No." Chelsea face falls, and I can feel my smile grow. I feel bad but he picked me?!?! The unpopular, invisible girl! " Your the one I wanted to meet." He blushed.

Louis comes out of the bathroom and is fully dressed, finally. I mean he was a little distracting.

"Alrighty boys! Let's pack up and head to the airport!" He said and picked up his suitcase and head out the door. They all packed up their stuff and headed out the door. Harry stayed behind.

"Um... can I get your number?" I nodded, I gave him everything. My phone number, Skype, Twitter, and even Facebook. I guess I went a little overboard but I couldn't help it. He didn't seem to mind though.

And just like that he was gone. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

One new message.

'Hey love, now you have my number! - Harry Xx'

I smiled to myself, he texted me!!! I quickly sent him a reply and put my phone away.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! HARRY PICKED YOU!!! I'm so happy, my best friend has a famous admirer!!" Chelsea screamed, pulling me into a hug and jump up and down.

"Oh stop it! Come on let's go!" I pulled her out the door and towards the stadium exit.

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I wake up and everything is still running through my head.

I went to a One Direction concert, I caught the eye of Harry Styles, I met him, and he has my number. Wow.

I get ready for the day and sill have about 15 minutes until my bus arrives. So I decided to check my Twitter. The first thing I see I almost die!

Harry styles follows you.