Diana

Harry and Niall

I wipe my hands on my white lacy dress with the black collar. I'm a nervous wreck about tonight. I really hope they like my dress. Why am I even worrying about this? It's my dorm, they can't tell me what to do. I sigh and go over to Bella.

"What if Katie shows up first?" I ask.

"She probably will, but don't worry!" She adds after she sees the terrified look on my face, "I'll keep her occupied."

"Okay," I say quietly nodding.

"Katie says she'll bring everything, she jut wants a bigger place to host it. Apparently her roommate Alexa takes up all the space with all her painting stuff." She says as she continues to tidy the dorm.

"I wish the Doctor would come and take me away," I say sighing. After all the Doctor Who marathons me and Bella have had while trying to cheer me up has left me a fan of the show. I especially like the eleventh Doctor; he's really cute (Bella likes 10). I even put up a few posters on my side of the room.

"Don't we all?" Bella replies.

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Katie and her friends just arrived. I'm sitting in the corner pretending to be absorbed in a book called 'Perks of Being a Wallflower'. When I heard the knock on the door I panicked and picked up the closest book.

"Bella!" Katie shrieks and hugs her sister which causes me to roll my eyes. "Thank you so much for letting us use your dorm!"

"Oh... you're here," Katie says looking at me like Aunt Marge looked at Harry Potter in the Prisoner of Askaban (yes I like Harry Potter too now).

"Where else would I be?" I ask with an icy tone and Katie turns her back to me in one quick motion.

"So I'll just start putting out food and drinks," she says sweetly.

She moves around the room setting out bowls of chips and pretzels. The rest of the girls set out cups and bottles of alcohol and setting up the stereo. I sit in the chair in the corner trying to ignore everything when there's a knock on the door. My heart stops, oh no. They're here, the guests. Katie rushes to the door and opens it.

"Harry, hi!" She says with a sickeningly sweet tone to her voice and in walked Harry Styles. My heart started racing and I was starting to have trouble breathing. He's actually in my dorm, he's there, he's real.

"Hello Katie," he says in his adorable deep British accent. She puts her arm around him and he shifts uncomfortably. "I'm gonna go sit down," he says gesturing towards the couch and wriggling himself out of Katie's grip leaving her with a hurt look on his face. I smile into my book.

"Hello," Harry says leaning over to talk to me. I look around to make sure he's actually talking to me and I see Katie glaring at me. I take a moment to regain my breath before responding.

"Hi," I say shyly, meeting his eyes for a moment before looking back down so I don't start crying.

"You don't seem to like Katie very much, do you?" He asks and I smile at his adorable curiosity.

"No, not really." I say.

"Nice decorations!" He says smiling at the picture of himself on my wall. He turns around so he's next to the poster and mimics the pose on the poster which makes me laugh.

"Thanks, I'm actually a huge fan," I say tearing up.

"Aw don't cry," he says patting my shoulder which causes me to cry even harder.

"You're not helping," I say with a laugh. I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot about all my troubles but then I see Katie and the other girls whispering and giving me dirty looks. I wipe my tears and take a deep breath.

"Thank you Harry," I say.

"For what?" He asks tilting his head to one side.

"Helping me forget all my problems, even just for a second." I say before I get up and walk into the bathroom.

I emerge from the bathroom after a few minutes after regaining my composure and making sure more people arrived so I could hide within the crowd. I look around and see Harry laughing and whispering to a blond guy with his back to me. I gasp and back up to the closet thing, which happened to be my bed that we pushed all the way into the back corner to make room, and sit down so I don't pass out. The blond boy, was Niall Horan.