"God forbid, I have identification and a pass. Isn't that good enough?" I scoff, annoyed by this giant man in front of me. No one can even get on this floor of the hotel without a valid room key or pass, all because of this band.
He glances at the little piece of paper in his hands that gives me access to this floor, before handing it back and allowing me through with a little bit of a snarl.
"Thank you." I speak up with a sweet tone of voice, only to roll my eyes after. I grab the handle of my luggage and roll it down the hall with a sigh of relief. It was just a pain getting into the hotel alone, but that guard by the elevator definitely topped it. I pull my phone out of my pocket and look for the text with the room number on it.
1056.
I eye the numbers on the doors as I walk past them, noting the even numbers being on the right. I finally come up to the number from the text message, take in a deep breath, and knock lightly on the door. There's some noise on the other side of the door, before I hear the door unlock and watch it open.
"Megan!" I'm greeted by one of the biggest smiles ever, before I'm pulled into a big hug.
"Niall, I missed you!" I squeeze him tightly back. I love this guy so much. We've been best friends for ages, way before he started dying his hair blonde. He was my first friend when my dad moved us to Ireland for his job. He was our next door neighbor, who asked if I wanted to hang out the day I got there. We were attached to each other ever since, up until XFactor and the kick off of One Direction.
I miss him and sometimes wish he had never left, but I'm proud of him. Also, it makes this summer worthwhile getting to join him on tour for a few weeks.
He pulls away and brushes my dark brown hair out of my face, with a big smile set on his.
"Let me get your stuff for you!" He offers, giving me no choice to accept or reject his offer. He grabs the handle of my luggage and lugs it into the hotel room, and I'm in awe.
As I shut the big, white door behind me, my eyes scan the whole hotel room. My dad has took me on plenty of business trips, so I've been in plenty of hotels, but I've never been in a hotel room with a living space and kitchenette separated from the bedroom. It's the high life of celebrities and rich people.
"Have you met any of the guys before?" Niall asks.
"Besides you? No. In fact, the only time I ever see you is during your short little breaks. Most of the year, you're all the way across the world." I laugh. "Oh by the way, I don't like that security guard at the end of the hall. Sure seems like someone shoved a stick up his a-"
"Hey!" A strange voice interrupts my little speech about that grown man outside.
"This must be Megan! I'm Louis!" A guy shorter than Niall, with brown hair and blue eyes walks in along side with another with black hair and brown eyes. "And this is Zayn!"
"Hi!" I feel my cheeks burn a little as both guys go to shake my hand. These guys are all much more beautiful in person. Tv does not do anyone justice.
"And remember fellas, she's off limits." Niall warns, breaking my train of thought. His firm hands grab onto my shoulders from behind and he gives me a gentle squeeze.
The two band members before me laugh and reassure him that nothing is going to happen. I swear, sometimes Niall acts like he's a big brother when it comes to other guys. Somethings never change.
"Liam already went to the hotel restaurant and we kind of forgot that we were supposed to meet him, until now. Wanna join?" Louis sheepishly grins.
"How long ago were you supposed to meet him?" Niall questions, concern thickening in his voice. Sounds like he's overprotective over anyone.
"Erm, 20 minutes ago? We got caught up playing a video game." Zayn chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck.
"Jesus, go meet the poor lad and we'll head over too. I'm sure Megan's hungry after the flight over here." Niall laughs. They nod their heads goodbye and head out of the room, but not before Louis yells for Harry to come along.
"Let me go to the bathroom real quick." Niall pats my back before walking away, shoving his hands in his jean pockets.
I move my luggage off to the side and lean it against the creme colored wall. I glance around the room one more time before shrugging my purse down my shoulder and unbuttoning it. I send my dad a text that I have arrived before putting my phone into my bag and buttoning it back up.
I'm pretty sure not many dads out there would be too thrilled with their 20 year old daughter traveling with a group of guys, but he trusts Niall.
"Hello." A sudden voice almost makes me jump out of my skin before I turn around quickly. My eyes land on a guy with long, curly brown hair and bright green eyes. "You must be Megan! I'm Harry."
He outstretches his large hand, and I can feel the nerves tingling inside me as I grab onto it and shake it.
"Hi." I smile, watching as a dimple forms on his left cheek from his smile.
"God, you are beautiful." He whispers while his eyes trace my body. A wave of anxiety crashes right into me and a tight feeling in my throat prevents me from speaking. My cheeks are burning redder than when I met the other two, and I feel stuck in some sort of trance looking up at him.
"Great, you met Harry! Now all you have to do is meet Liam!" Niall's chipper voice breaks our hand hold and I look away quickly from Harry. I've never had a first impression like that before.
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Fanfiction"Niall can't know, he'll kill us." I whisper, feeling breathless. I rest my head on his sweat covered chest and he presses his lips to my forehead. He runs his fingers along the bare skin on my back and whispers, "No one can find out."
