(this was before starting dating.)
Liam: "Aww," Liam walks by on his way to the studio, pausing for an occasional photo. "Don't cry, love." You look up and wipe a tear with your sleeve. He is even cuter in person! And so sweet! "I...I just, I'm so happy to finally meet you, I love you so much," you sniff. He wraps you in a hug and smiles. "Aw, I love you, too," he says genuinely. He brush a tear from your cheek and takes your camera. "Do you want to take a picture together?" he asks. You nod but then quickly freeze. "But, now I'm going to look so bad because I was crying and my eyes are all red and.." you mumble, drying your cheeks. "You don't look bad at all! You look beautiful. Now, take a picture with me and make sure you tweet it to me later so I can keep it," he smiles, kissing your cheek and snapping a photo. Swoon! "Nice meeting you, babe!" he calls out, passing you your camera, as security leads him away.
Niall: "Hey! Cheer up!" an Irish voice calls out. You look up from where your face had been buried in your hands, as a result from Harry walking by moments earlier. Niall was your favorite, but being SO close to Harry Styles brought you to an emotional mess of tears! You realize the voice was the voice of Niall Horan and you gasp, another tear rolling down your cheek. "Oh...my...God..." you breathe, wiping your cheek. He laughs a little, then walks over to you, smiling. "Please don't cry, it makes me sad to see other people cry." You will yourself to stop, but you totally can't. Niall. Horan. Right there! "I'm sorry, I just..." you mumble, laughing through tears. "Will a classic Horan Hug make you feel better?" he asks, wrapping you in his arms. Oh my God. His arms. His arms are even more muscular than you imagined! You wrap your arms around him and force yourself to stop crying. He smells like apples and boy and summer and rain. Just, perfect. "I've always wanted a Horan Hug, it was on my bucket list," you smile as he pulls away. "Aw, well, I'm glad! Now, try not to cry anymore," he says softly, placing his hand on your arm gently. "You've got a gorgeous smile that shouldn't be wasted." Just then, he's carted away by Paul, but good thing because you collapsed into a mess of happy tears and you didn't want him to see THAT.
Louis: You're literally shaking as you make your way to the table, clutching your CD to be signed. The first one at the table is Louis, which is totally exciting and nerve-wracking because he's your FAVORITE. You hope meeting him lives up to your expectations, but you've prepared yourself to be disappointed. He looks up from his Starbucks cup and gives you a bright smile, his blue eyes even bluer in person. "Hi gorgeous! How are you?" he chirps, taking your CD and scrawling his name. You can't help it, you start to cry. He's so PERFECT. He's REAL! "Aw, am I really that ugly and awful that I made you cry?" Louis says with a mock frown, pretending to be hurt. You laugh and shake your head, blinking back a tear. "No! Not at all, you look like, like a GOD," you say shyly, giving him a small smile. "Why, thank you! You look quite godly yourself," he smiles. "Now, don't cry, love," he says gently, shooting a look towards security to make sure they're not looking. He quickly leans over the table and wraps you in a hug before sitting back down. "Nice meeting you!" he exclaims, waving, as security pushes you along. Oh, he TOTALLY lived up to your expectations. In fact, he surpassed them!
Harry: "Harry! Oh my gosh!" you say, blinking in surprise. He was actually here! You'd showed up early to the concert venue to wait, and he'd come outside with cups of hot cocoa to pass out to fans. "Hello, love! Thank you for coming out here so early for us," he says, passing you a steaming cup of cocoa. He said 'us' like 'oohz' and that's when you lose it. You let out a sound that sounds like a dying walrus and start to cry, Harry looks at you with surprise, clearly he's not used to girls crying over him (even though it must happen hourly). "Aw, no, please don't be upset," he says softly, setting down the tray of hot cocoa and wrapping you in a hug. You cry harder. Harry freaking STYLES is HUGGING YOU and he CALLED YOU LOVE. Fangirling so hard. He wraps you in his arms and starts to sing quietly."I was made to keep your body warm, but I'm cold as, the wind blows, so hold me in your arms," he sings quietly. "Are you singing Ed Sheeran?" you say in disbelief, your heart pounding. Is this even real? He stops hugging you and pulls away with a smile. "Well, yeah, I always sing when people are sad, it makes them feel better sometimes," he says sheepishly. "I guess it worked, because you stopped crying." You smile at him, oh it more than worked. It totally made your day--your week--your LIFE. "HARRY! C'MON! WE HAVE TO GO!" Paul shouts to the curly-haired boy. Harry looks over and nods, picking up the tray of hot chocolate for the other fans waiting. "Well, it was nice meeting you. See you later at the show!" he chirps, giving you a small wave.
Zayn: You let another round of tears spill from your cheeks as One Direction makes their way past you and into their hotel. They are so close, yet so far away. You can see the stubble on Zayn's chin and, wow, his eyelashes are even longer in person! He walks past you and the other fans, but his pauses, then turns to you. "Hey! You're too beautiful to be crying," he says with a small smile in your direction. A bunch of girls scream. Was he talking to you? You turn around to make sure and he laughs. "Yes, I'm talking to you, babe," he says, grabbing your hand from over the barricades. "Oh my God, you called me beautiful," you say breathlessly. AND he's touching your hand. Oh, LORD. "Well, I was just stating the obvious," he shrugs, giving your hand a squeeze. "Please don't cry, all right?" You nod slowly, not wanting him to let go of your hand. But, the moment quickly ends when Preston motions for Zayn to head inside. "Well, it was nice seeing you, Beautiful!" Zayn tells you with a wink. "Hope to see you again someday."
