One Direction Preferences

#10- How You Meet

The sunset on a Wednesday afternoon, you were at the beach with your family. The waves were crashing rhythmically on the golden sand. The only thing that you could hear was the waves and the odd sea gull.
"We're leaving soon!" Your mum yelled, as she was struggling to control your younger sister. The peace was distributed by what sounded like five teenage boys playing football on the beach.
"Oi! That was a cheap shot Payne!" A high-pitched accent said.
"Just because you didn't stop it!" A normalish accent said.
"Girls, girls, girls. Could we stop fighting and actually play the game? But I do agree with Louis on this one." A deeper, slower accent said.
You watched the boys play their game of football.
"Goal kick!" The same deep, slow accent said. You watched as he kicked the ball. The ball few up in the air and was coming down with great force. You turned around to say something to your mum, but at the same time the ball hit you in the back of the head.
"Shit!" An Irish accent said. You could just see a group of boys running towards you. Your vision was blurred, due to the fact that you got hit in the head with a ball.
"Are you alright?" The same Irish accent said.
"Of course not! I just hit her in the head with a football, you idiot!" Again the same deep, slow accent said. "Sorry! What could I do to make it up to you? I'm Harry by the way." The slow, deep- I mean Harry said.
"Well for starters... You could not hit me in the head with a ball." You say, everyone there in front of you laughs.
"I'm being serious here." Harry said.
"So am I." you said.
"How bout some Starbucks?" Harry asked
"I would like that." You said smiling

Liam:-

You were currently standing in-line for an Ed Sheeran concert. It was very exciting because you finally get to see your favourite singer of all time! You couldn't believe that you were going to see Ed Sheeran. From your tickets you got pretty good seats. Perfect view of the stage and not that far away from the toilet. You got into the arena and when straight to the merch and brought a few things. It was amazing, you grabbed a coke, from inside the arena, and they checked you down when you got into the arena. It was like they thought that you had a bomb in your pocket. You made your way to your seat. You were one of the first people there so you sat with your legs out, bored as hell you decided to get your phone out and check Twitter. It was very interesting; you were too in your Twitter you didn't feel some trip over your legs and spill their drink all over your legs.
"Oh shit! Sorry." a person with brown hair and brown eyes said.
"Oh that doesn't matter!" You laughing it off like it's nothing,
"I'm Liam." He said putting his hand out to yours.
"Y/N." You say shaking his hand.
"Let me make it up to you and I'll take you backstage?" Liam said, trying to make-up for your now wet jeans.
"Oh... I couldn't let you do that. Anyways how would you get backstage?" You asked.
"Simple. I'm friends with Ed, you know." Liam says in a no-duh tone of voice.
"Well if it's not that much trouble..." You say trailing off.
"It's nothing." Liam says
"Okay then!" You say smiling.
And with that you had an awesome night, even though your favourite pair of jeans is now stained with coke. But on the plus side you did get to meet Ed Sheeran

Louis:-

"Goal!" was the thing that echoed around the stadium. You were at a football game, Manchester United vs. Chelsea. You were on the edge of your seat as the whistle blew for half time. One all was the score, and very thing was up for grabs. The winners of the British Premiere League. It was a very interesting game. Going back and fourth of the field. Since it was half time you went to the food stall to go and get some food. There was a mile long line to the food stall. You just stood there and waited the only thing that was going through your head was "I wonder if they had any hot-dogs left." You sighed as the line moved an inch. "Wow! An inch you thought." Your thoughts were interrupted when a guy behind you said "How long is this going to take! All I want is plain water!"
"Whoa! Calm down!" You exclaimed
"Well my thirst is at risk here!" He said using had gestures to prove his point.
"Am I the only person here that doesn't care about your thirst?" You question him
"This is a life or death situation here, you better damn well care!" He exclaims
"But the funny thing is that I do not care!" You said.
For the past ten minutes you were busy fighting with this guy that you didn't realise that you were at the front of the line. You looked and saw that there was only one bottle of water left and to annoy this 'guy' you brought it. As you walked away from the stall someone called out.
"Wait!" They said.
You turned around to see that the same guy was there in front of you.
"Could I have your number?" He asked.
"Why do you want my number?" You ask him.
"Because I would like to see you again." He said "I'm Louis, if you didn't know." Louis said smiling.

Niall:-

You stood in line for the world famous boy band, One Direction to sign you album of Midnight Memories. As cliché as it sounds they had saved your life. You bullied by everyone and anyone, the teachers saw it and thought nothing of it. They did nothing to stop it. You thought all hope was lost until you found One Direction. They understood you and all the songs that they sang made you feel better about yourself. You were about ten away from meeting one of the boy's face to face. Until you saw someone familiar standing behind you, your bully.
"Why are you here?" She asked,
"To see One Direction." You answer
"They won't even look at you and they will think you're ugly!" She laughed.
Right there you felt like you were going to burst into tears and run.
"Well, have you looked in the mirror recently?" you reply
"Why you litt-" you didn't get to hear the rest, because her hand made contact to your face. You didn't realise that the line had moved up and Niall could see you on the verge of tears. You didn't care that One Direction were sat right in front of you, but instead ran away and into a corner where no one could find you. The sound of footsteps rung through your ears.
"Please if you are here for mor-" you said trailing off seeing a pair of bright blue eyes in front of you, you realised that it was Niall.
"Are you alright?" Niall asked,
"Yeah, fine." You said not wanting any attention.
"No, you're not. Please let me help you." Niall said pleading
"I don't know..." You said
"Please it is the least I could do for a pretty girl like you." Niall said smiling.

Zayn:-

The concert finished with What Makes You Beautiful, you were about to leave but when a security guard came,
"You have to come with me." The security guard said with so much authority, he actually scared you to death. You followed the security guard. You were beyond scared, you didn't know what you did wrong to get called back-stage. Maybe you were those one crazy fans that isn't allowed back to any concerts. You could just imagine it: She standing in front of a white wall while someone took a photo, a photo in which then there are any One Direction concerts they will look at each fan, and every fan will be compared to that photo and if they looked like you they will not be allowed to watch or even listen to the concert. This was all that you could think about. They walked through all the backstage, wires and expensive things were everywhere! You defiantly didn't want trip over anything and have to pay like $10000 for it! They carefully walked through the maze of wires to the dressing rooms. They walked up to a dressing room door that said "One Direction" on the door. Your heartbeat sped up just by looking at those four words on the door. The security guard opened the door. You walked in and scrunched up her nose, the room was messy. Clothes on the floor, half eaten bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, chip packets everywhere, empty Coke cans around the room. The one thing that stuck out was Harry's Rolling Stones top poking out of a mountain of clothes.
"Just sit here and wait, the boys will come in soon." The security guard said walking out of the room. Did he just say they the boys will come in soon? You thought. She looked up at the T.V screen, she saw a half-finished game of Call of Duty on the screen, you debated if she should finish the game. But you decided not to. The door opened, and five boys walked in.
"Hi, I was told to sit here." You said to the biggest boy band on the planet.
"So you're the girl that Zayn couldn't stop talking about." Louis said and Zayn stood behind him blushing like crazy.
"Um..." was all that could come out of your mouth.
"Um-well, could I have you number?" Zayn asked you.
"Sure!" You said writing down your number on a piece of paper.
"Thanks. How about we grab something to eat?" Zayn asked.
"I would love to." You said smiling.