Harry - You didn't know what had hit you when you were told you had landed your dream job - Assistant to the stylist of the biggest boy band in the world, One Direction. You were due to meet the entire team including the boys themselves for a briefing about all the upcoming events the boys would be involved in. You walked into the meeting room and were surprised to find the room completely empty apart from the one and only, Harry Styles. Flustered and star struck, you tried to sneak back out of the room hoping he hadn't noticed you but as you turned your back you heard him speak behind you "Hello, are you here for the meeting? Sorry I don't recognize you, are you new? I'm Harry," he said extending his hand for you to shake. You didn't know how long you were quiet for, but all you could concentrate on was how he was even more good looking in person than he was in pictures, if that was even possible. You eventually realized you hadn't answered him yet "Erm, h-hello" you replied in an embarrassingly shaky voice "I'm Y/N, I'm the new assistant stylist". "Hello Y/N, very nice to meet you, I look forward to getting to know you. Come on, let's try and find everyone else so I can introduce you" he said with a warm smile that made you weak at the knees.
His POV - I was sitting in the meeting room alone waiting for everyone else to finish eating breakfast in another room when I heard the door open. Thinking it was one of the other boys, I was about to make a sarcastic comment about how everyone was so late but I managed to stop myself just in time as I turned round to see a young girl who I'd never met before turn around to leave the room she had just entered. I greeted her and as she turned around I was taken aback by how beautiful she was. She stared at me with the most gorgeous eyes I had ever seen, she was obviously nervous which made sense, as she was apparently the new assistant stylist. I tried my best to make her feel comfortable, admiring the way her long hair fell down the back of her denim jacket and how she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs further showing how nervous she was. I offered to take her to meet the boys and put my arm around her back leading her into the other room, all the while thinking about how I couldn't wait to get to know her better.
Liam - You had been looking forward to this day for weeks, one of your favorite bands, One Direction, were playing a concert in your hometown, and although you were unable to get tickets, you worked in the arena where the concert was being held. You knew you were working the bar that night so you'd at least be able to hear them play even if you couldn't see them. You arrived at work an hour before the doors opened in order to get everything ready for the inevitably busy shift that was about to begin. You were just getting yourself a glass of water and as you turned the tap on, the faucet flew off and before you could turn the tap off, yourself and the entire surrounding area were covered in water. You groaned as you grabbed a handful of paper towels as you tried to dry yourself off, cursing yourself for always having horrible luck when you heard a quiet laugh coming from behind you. You swung around about to snap at whoever thought that your situation was funny, but standing in front of you was none other than Liam Payne. You giggled as you stood there completely mortified at your situation and how you looked "Are you okay there?" he giggled "here let me help you, I'm Liam, what's your name?" "Y/N" you replied, still very embarrassed "Thank you but you really don't have to help me, you have a concert to play don't you?" "Oh don't be silly, I don't mind helping, plus, it's a good excuse to get to talk to you isn't it?" he said as he grabbed a handful of paper towels and started trying to dry the counters, you were very glad he turned away from you as you knew you would be blushing.
His POV - I was feeling very nervous about the concert tonight for some reason, rehearsals had gone so badly and my confidence had hit rock bottom. I kept forgetting words, missing my queues and not being able to hit all my notes. The boys had all been really supportive but I still felt horrible so I decided to take a walk around the arena. Just as I was about to walk up to the girl working at the bar to ask for a glass of water, she turned the tap on, only for the faucet to fly off and for her to be drenched with water. I know it was wrong, but I couldn't help it, I burst into hysterical laughter. She heard me and turned round looking very annoyed but I still couldn't stop laughing. I introduced myself and as I did, I couldn't help but notice, that even covered in water, with makeup running down her face and hair stuck to her cheeks, she was one of the most stunning girls I had ever seen. All I wanted to do was stand and talk to her, especially because her accident with the water had managed to cheer me up and take my mind off how nervous I was. So I offered to help her clean up, hoping I would at least have gotten her number by the time I had to go, if I hadn't already gotten her to agree to a date with me.
