A/N: Here you go, Jillian (: You're 2ND one-shot. Lol, love you. <3
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I rolled over in the warm sheets that surrounded me, and blinked my eyes open. As my sight adjusted to the soft light that filled my bedroom, I looked to the faded blue digital numbers.
8:33AM
My arms stretched above my head, and I felt something buzz next to me. The light of my cell phone, lit up under the sheer sheets, and I reached down to pick it up.
From: Haz
At: 7:39AM
Good Morning, love. I dropped by your flat just now, you of course were still asleep. But I left you something on your counter. xx
p.s. you're cute when you're sleeping.
I smiled at the text, and sat up. Tucking a fleece blanket around my body, I stumbled out of bed sleepily and into the kitchen. My eyes instantly fell on a small brown bag folded neatly, with a small to-go coffee cup next to it. I open the bag and smell of a slightly cold croissant filled my nose. A small giggle erupted from my chest. Harry knew that I never woke up very early. Oh, well. I guess that's a microwave is for. After I heated up the breakfast he left for me, I found myself reminiscing on how we became "us".
Well, it started with a bet. After my best friend, Lauren won meet and greet passes (along with about 100 other girls) we got the chance to meet the band. According to Harry, the boys and him made a bet that they could make any of the girl fans scream, cry, or faint- basically an fangirl mannerism by saying something to them when they came up to meet the boys. We managed to be one of the last people in line, and for some reason didn't notice all of the commotion at the front. Once we finally made it to the boys, Lauren went straight for Niall- completely smitten. I found myself in front of Louis.
"Hello, love. What's your name?" he asked signing the CD I handed him.
"Jillian." I stated simply, with a smile. On the inside at this moment, I was freaking out. But I made a vow to myself that I wouldn't freak out when I met them. At this response the boys shifted unsure if meeting a perfectly calm fan was normal.
"That is a gorgeous name, babe." Zayn smiled at me charmingly, after Louis handed the album to him.
"Thanks." I replied cooly "You have a nice name too, Zayn." I smirked as the CD was passed to Niall who was too busy flirting with Lauren to really notice I was there.
Next was Liam who was sitting quietly, signing the CD until he subtly executed a perfect "1, 2, 3, Flick!" I just laughed at him, and told him I'd seen much better.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Liam chuckled in return to my witty response.
"Yeah." I nodded "You all performed quite well." I smiled genuinely.
Then came Harry.
"Hey babe." he grinned at me.
"Hi." I said, watching his hands take the CD. His eyes were glued to me while he naturally scribbled his signature. Once he handed it back to me, he rose to his feet, a new mischievous light in his eyes.
"Want a hug?" he smirked. I raised an eyebrow at him. I've been watching all of the boys this entire time, and not once have any of them gotten up to hug one of the girls in line- I assumed because of a time issue.
But, before I could reply, I as pulled into Harry's extended arms. Engulfed into a warm, airtight hug, his smell surrounded me. How could a teenage boy smell this good after a concert?
