Do You Remember Me?

Young love

No one had ever told me I was beautiful. Besides family members, but I just thought they said that to boost my self esteem. But now, the five most perfect boys in the world (possibly a little exaggerated,but who cares I think it's true) were standing in front of me telling me I was beautiful.

The first one to approach me was Zayn. "Hey, there baby," he gave me a little half smile and raised one eyebrow and continued, looking at me with that irresistible face of his. "You, me, date tonight? What do ya say?" he continued.

I would've said yes, cuz you know, he's Zayn Malik, but there was something about his voice that made him sound a little too cocky. "I'm sorry, but would you like to ask me again, maybe as a gentleman?" I replied. Mentally slapping myself in the face for turning down such a beautiful creature.

That adorable man walked away with the saddest look on his face. Glancing back every few seconds then resuming his place at the table.

I then mentally beat myself because Louis and Niall walked away with the same look, I assumed they had taken the "hint" that was portrayed by my attitude but really didn't exist. I really didn't mind Zayn asking me out, maybe it's that time of the month. Really bad timing. But really I wouldn't mind if they all hit on me, they're just so beautiful!

Before Harry and Liam got the chance to say anything, I jogged over to Bea, who, being the idiot that I am, I had completely forgot about. But I mean, who wouldn't when you were standing face to face with One Direction?

The two must've seen where I was going because they sped ahead of me and assisted my dear aunt. Is it bad that I stared at Harry's butt when he bent down? Of course not, who wouldn't.

I didn't bother doing anything since they had her up by the time I got there. Besides a slightly bloody nose and a forming bruise on her forehead, Bea looked fine. I mean, she looked like she got caught up in a fight on Black Friday for the last snuggie or something, but compared to her opponent, she looked fine.

She was provided with a tissue to stuff her nose which looked pretty funny. Then the Harry and Liam were being called back to the line of girls who looked pretty pissed that I had taken away from their meet & greet time, but Harry held up his finger signaling "one minute" and turned back to me.

He leaned in close, closer than comfort if he had been any other stranger, but he smelled like Apple and cinnamon, as if he had some kind of Apple pie body spray on. VERY ATTRACTIVE.

As Liam stood close but far away at the same time, Harry handed me a wadded up piece of notebook paper and whispered "Call us if you ever need help again." He winked, flashed a side smile and trotted back to his table.

Liam waved shyly, which I didn't understand how he could be shy in front of me and not in front of me and not in front of thousands of girls, but I wasn't complaining.

Then he followed Harry back to the table and the crowd of girls blocked my view once again. Next thing I knew we were being escorted from the premises for "starting a riot" as the New York police man put it, and the first experience was over. That really just happened.

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Sorry guys for the delayed, sucky, weird chapter. A lots been going on. But don't give up on me! I'll be writing and updating a lot more often now :)

Oh and comment your name and a character that you would like to be (you can make up one if you want). the first five will be out into the story!

-<3 Bridget