If I Could Fly

Chapter 2

Ella:

I watched him as he walked away. My eyes followed him all the way to his table, and as he sat down, I felt my throat constrict. Sitting across from him, staring at me, was Niall Horan. He held my gaze, but when Harry threw his head back and ran a hand through his hair, Niall's eyes snapped back to focus on his friend.

I was mesmerised. Two members of One Direction actually sitting, shirtless, a few tables away from us. Sam was oblivious, trying to get a good look at her back, and Nessa and Maria were busy taking pictures of their drinks. I leant over to Sam, passing her the cream.

'Sam are you actually retarded?' she looked up at me, slightly offended.

'No. Why?' I glared at her.

'That was Harry Styles you idiot!' Sam gaped at me, and then laughed.

'Don't be stupid Ella.' And she squirted a blob of sunscreen onto her hand. I kicked her under the table.

'Sam. That. Was. Harry. Styles.' She raised her eyebrows.

'I'm not buying it.'

'Fine, turn around then,' I folded my arms. 'Without making it obvious!' I whispered, as she did a full 360º in her chair. She clocked the table, and my eyes practically popped out of my head. Niall and Harry had been joined by the other members of the band.

Sam turned around slowly.

'Holy. Fuck.' She whispered. Maria and Nessa looked up.

'Believe me now?' I said sarcastically.

'Ella! That's actually One Direction!'

'Duh.'

'Ella. Harry Styles talked to me. He told me my back was burning. Oh my god!' she put her head in her hands.

'How romantic.' I said drily. I looked back over to the table. They were all looking at us now. 'Oh fuck, Sam.' Sam twisted her head round and found herself looking into the faces of five staring boys. She turned back round so fast I thought her neck would snap. 'Oh fuck.' She whispered. 'We have to leave. Now.'

'Um, nuh-uh.'

Sam glared at me.

'I want an autograph. We might never see them again!' I said in response to her questioning look.

'Oh my god Ella, you actually want to embarrass yourself by going up to them and asking for an autograph?' I shrugged.

'Well, it's not like we're ever going to see them again, so...' Sam grumbled. 'Fine, we'll ask them.' she sighed, getting up. I gulped.

'Um, actually, I think that might be easier than we thought.' Sam looked down at me.

'How come?' I asked. 'Because they happen to be walking straight towards us.'

Sam:

I was mortified. I had been completely oblivious to the fact that Harry Styles had been the one to tell me my back was burning. Now he probably thought I was some stupid pale person who burnt easily. I knew I should have looked harder for that tanning oil.

When I turned around, and found not only Harry Styles and Niall Horan looking at me (as if that wasn't enough) but Liam, Louis and Zayne, I almost had a cardiac arrest. I couldn't believe I had been so inattentive.

And now, according to Ella, they were walking towards us. Shit. I didn't want to turn around, and have them catch me gawking at them again, so I grabbed my San Francisco and drank it, trying to look sophisticated. Unfortunately, trying to get the last dregs, I leant back slightly too far, and to my dismay, my chair tipped over, with me sitting it.