And That's What Makes You Beautiful.

His Hazel Eyes.

When me and my dad went to go pick up Megan, I exspected it to be the usual "get there and wait an hour for her to finish packing" routine but when we got there, she was standing at the door with her silly grin on her face. I jumped out of the car and tried to calmly walk up to her door before we both hugged each other tightly. After fan-girling for a few moments again, I helped her load her bags into the back of my dad's truck. I climbed into the back with her once we were done.

My dad seemed to be more or less regretting this decision. Well, probably becasue me and Meg were squealing or fan-girling or talking a mile a minute most of the ride to the studio. It was a long ride apparently because the sun was lower in the sky when we finalyl arrived.

When my dad pulled to a stop, me and Meg clambered out of the car, still talking too fast for any normal person to understand. She was telling me about how she couldn't wait to meet Harry, her favorite one in the band. I would just laugh and roll my eyes. Hell, I just wanted to really get to know them all. Not that I exspected much.. I was carful to not let my exspectations get too high, mostly becasue they were celebrities and the whole "sweet-down to earth-bestfriends" thing could be a facade.

Me and Meg, as calmly as we could, walked up to the studio doors, in which, he opened them and we walked in and waited again. We had no idea where the hell we were going. We made our way down a few short halls and up a flight of stairs. I noticed the place seemed empty.. Had he driven us to the right place? I followed my father regardless and soon enough, we came to a room teeming with noise and activity.

I scanned around the room before I caught sight of them. Of him. His hazel eyes met my blue ones and we held each other's gaze for a while.

I was forced to tear my eyes away when Meg grabbed my arm and began making strangled squealing sounds. I looked at her and grinned. "God Megs, they're just human! Be normal!" My companion looked at me like I was on drugs. I laughed again before turning to my dad who was walking away. I followed him, dragging my inconpacitated friend with me.

He introduced us to a few people, but I wasn't listening too much.. My mind kept going back to him. To the look in his eyes when we were watching each other. Finally, my father slowly led us over to the couch and chairs where One Direction was sitting.

I smiled at them, and I figured Meg did as well becasue the grip on my arm loosened. "Boys, this is my daughter Alice, as you might remember, and her friend Megan. They'll be joining us on the tour." My dad began. In turn, the boys unnessicarily introduced themselves.

"I'm Niall!" The single blonde one laughed. His Irish accent made it hard to breath.

"And I'm Harry." His voice and curls made my heart ache. As well as my arm because Meg's grip tightened like she was trying to break my arm.

"My name's Liam. Nice to meet you ladies." He was so sweet, I just wanted to hug him.

"Louis is my name, don't wear it out loves!" I smiled, loving his voice as well. The last boy caught my eyes again, capturing me with those beautiful eyes and that look in them. My stomach dropped to my feet and my breath caught in my throat.

"And I'm Zayn."