it was just a song ♫ one direction

Chapter 1 - First Glance

I glance back down at the address, looking sideways at the house. Is this really the place they live? I can imagine a multi-millionaire living in this house. But I guess they are rich. They are One Direction.

I lug my large suitcase up the path to the door, and as soon as I'm about to knock, the door swings open. There stands Harry Styles. He smiles at me, dimples showing. His emerald eyes are even more breathtaking in real life, and his curls are more perfect than ever.

"Hey! You must be Emma." His tone is happy and cheerful, he continues. "I'm Harry, but you probably know tha-" His sentence was cut off by a loud crashing sound, followed by a bunch of laughter. Harry peeks his head inside.

"Will you guys shut up!" He screams at them, as I hear quiet snickers as he turns around and clears his throat. "Sorry about that. It's like I'm the only mature one here...!" He says to me, but I could tell he directed it to the boys as he said it loudly. I hear a few call out in denial as Harry rolls his eyes and I snicker lightly. He smiles again brighter, dimples popping out again. I feel my face slowly began to blush as his eyes meet mine. I hear him chuckle softly.

"Shy one, eh?" That accent. I almost melt at the tone. He must see the look in my eyes as he opens the door wider. "Why don't you come in." He invites me inside as I struggle to lift my luggage over the step. I suddenly hear footsteps run up as I feel two hands on my waist. I squeal slightly, turning around to see Louis.

"Superman is here! Need help?" He asks quite loudly, reaching for my bag before I could say anything. I laugh at his eagerness to haul my heavy suitcase.

"Okay." I smile lightly, as he drags it up the stairs and into my room.

Damn this house was big. Way much bigger than my two bed one bathroom apartment I shared with my roomie, Grace. I find myself looking around, slowly trailing after Louis, practically dazed. The hallway walls were covered in One Direction pictures. Fan drawings, posters, album covers, awards too. There were even personal pictures, like Harry's family, or the one of Zayn and his sister when they were young. He smile at that one, stopping to look at others.

"Hello?! You coming?" A loud voice called, as I see Louis staring at me with a smile as he stood on the other end of the hall.

"Oh, sorry!" I called back, jogging so I could catch up to him. He then turned a sharp left into a bedroom with clean sheets and necessities on the bed. It was a very elegant room. I fell in love.

"Sorry it's so simple. We are doing some work on the other rooms, and this was the only one open at the moment." He said, moaning as he managed to set my suitcase on the bed. I laughed at his heaving effort as he smiled softly.

"Simple?" I scoff, shaking my head as I looked around the room, and there too hung more pictures. Louis again broke me from my trance, "So are you gonna stay here or join the fun?" He asked from the doorway, halfway in the hall.

I backed away from the photos, walking towards him. "Hell, why not." I said with a small amount of laughter as we walked back into the living room. It was big and open, as Zayn and Niall fought on the couch, Zayn sitting on top of Niall as they wrestled. Liam and Harry sat on another couch, talking. Louis instantly saw the tussle over by Niall and Zayn, and he instantly jumped right in.

When he jumped on top of Zayn, Harry glanced my way with a small smirk as he patted the cushion next to him. I slowly walked over, eyes glued to his as I sat down. I then looked at Liam who stuck out a hand to shake.

"Liam. Nice to meet you."

"Riley. Nice to meet you too." Harry was right. It seemed everyone else was so immature... Besides Liam of course. I looked at the three fighting boys as somehow in the short time, Niall was on top, sitting on both boys as he laughed loudly. I giggled softly at the scene as the two boys were clearly in some pain.

Niall caught my gaze, and we held it for a while, before he gave a small smirk and began to fight again. I looked back at Liam, who looked back at me exactly the same time.

"I'm so excited to watch your video. Harry has been talking about how hilarious it was all week, but told all of us not to watch it." He said, shooting a glance at Harry who smirked dimly. He looked at me then added to the conversation.

"Yeah. It's pretty friggin funny. Just in, well, another way." His smirked strengthened as I knew what he meant.

Grace and I mainly hung around guys most of our time. And no, we do not have a crush on them. They're just our guy-friends. Since we've been friends with them since what seemed like the sixth grade, we began to grow like them. We developed like a boy. We thought everything people said was sexual, and thought love was stupid. So I made the video kinda like a guy. Talking about sex, and their friends, and just weird things like that. Maybe that's why I'm a virgin.

Yep.  

A virgin.

Never slept with a guy, never kissed one either. Well, that's false. I kissed a boy once, but we were in third grade and it wasn't a 'kiss kiss' just a simple peck on the lips. We both didn't talk to each other afterwards.

Plus, I never really had any feelings for a guy. Of course there were my celeb crushes like Channing Tatum and stuff, but they don't count. I've just never really been in love. I'd like to, it's just I can't find the right guy for me.

My thoughts stopped as Harry called to the boys wrestling. "Hey! Mind if you sit down. I'm about to start the video." I see Louis in a headlock by Zayn, as Niall was about to tackle Zayn. Niall stopped mid jump, as he turned around to Harry. Instead of jumping, he just shoved Zayn hard, who toppled to the ground on top of Louis. Louis moaned in pain, trying to push Zayn off of him. I laughed at that, which just made Niall smirk at me.

Harry was about to click play when he added something. "Wait a sec, where's the formal introduction, eh? Introduce yourself Hun'." He said, pushing me up. "Explain to us." He shot me a smirk as I struggled for words.

"Uh... Hi. I'm Emma Winters, and I made this parody with my friend. We were actually doing a project for math, a song for these stupid math rules-" A couple chuckles from the guys. I force a nervous laugh. "And me and my friends just talked about the lyrics. We just thought it'd be fun to post it on YouTube, so we typed it, sung it, and it became, well, famous." I said, as I was about to sit down, Harry stopped me by putting his boot up to my butt. I looked back at him quickly. He shot me another smirk, which made me even more nervous.

"Uh..."

"Why this topic?" Harry asked, recrossing his legs.

"Um, well, we thought it'd be funny. Plus you guys talk a lot about it anyways." Harry was the only one to laugh, the other boys confused.

I continued. "Just don't get offended, I don't mean any of the stuff. It's just comedy." I said quickly, sitting down as I exhaled.

Harry clicked play as the video began to play. I soon felt super nervous as I leaned back, my breathing becoming more rapid. Harry whispered in my ear, the warmth tickling. "It'll be fine. Trust me." He said, leaning back with a smirk. I swallow hard, forcing a small smirk as I watch the video I've seen way too many times.

I was nervous. This topic was quite a, well, interesting topic. I try to block out my thoughts and just be calm.