My name's Paola. I'm 14 and from Dallas, Texas. Oh yeah, and I'm in love. I fell in love with a boy named Zayn from the biggest boyband in the world, only they weren't the biggest boyband in the world when I fell in love with him. Something about Zayn got me, like none of the other boys did. Sure I loved Niall, Harry, Liam, Louis, and Josh; but Zayn's the one that makes my heart skip a beat with just his smile. Maybe it's how deep he is or how he smiles. Maybe it's his tattoos or his earrings. Maybe since he's so mysterious and quiet, that's why I was drawn to him. The things is, those are all the reasons I fell for him, there's not just one. I'd basically given up on ever meeting him and the boys, since I couldn't get VIP tickets and they were so famous now. That is until the day my dream came true. I remember meeting the boys like it was yesterday. I was staying at a relatives house in Dallas and one of my old friends lived in the neighborhood. I decided to go hang out with her that day, and she was also a big directioner. She asked me if I knew that the boys had a concert that night and I told her I knew they did, but I couldn't go. She walked up to me and smiled widely, handing me a VIP pass and ticket. "Now you are, and it's going to be the best night of your life." I was going to mee One Direction, and more importantly, I was going to meet Zayn, the love of my life." was the first thought that came to my mind. I called my mom to ask for permission to go and she agreed to let me, if I called her as soon as it was over so she could come pick me up. My friend, Josie, said I could borrow some of her clothes for the concert if I wanted to. I agreed and started digging through her clothes, I had to look perfect tonight, for Zayn.
