Niall Horan

#Imagine:
"I'm so hungry, I could probably eat a bear right now!"
"Don't exaggerate, I bet you can't even finish one pizza." Your friend glances at you with a sarcastic look in her eyes, pinches your arm and you sigh deeply.
"I don't understand how you never get my jokes..." You speak and your friend bursts out laughing.
"It's because they aren't jokes!" Annoyed, you turn your face away from her. You’ve been shopping with your best friend, but this time it hasn’t worked out that well. Your solution to every disappointing shop date mostly contains eating somewhere in a nice restaurant. It kind of helps to cheer you up.
You bite your lip, closely watching the road, and a cute building gets in sight. You immediately forget the little argument you’ve just had with your friend and hear your stomach making noises as you indicate the building with your thumb.
"What about that place? It seems like they serve really good pizzas over there?" You say with a frown and your friend nods, hooking her arm around yours.
"Alright, whatever you want, it’s your party, but I still think you're not able to finish one whole pizza."

“I’m serious, it has been half an hour, or even more!” Your friend starts to get a little bit irritated and keeps turning her head around at the bar, where lots of employees are busily walking back and forth.
“Don’t get too upset, they’re just busy”, you whisper, but you start to get a little bit worried now as well.
“Wait here, I will walk over to the bar to ask why the waiters are running so late.” You get out of your seat and carefully shove it away under the table. “Be right back.” Your friend looks at you thankfully when you walk away from her. The atmosphere in the restaurant is really cosy: it smells like some sweet scent of flowers mixed with a godly odour of pizza.
You sit down on a stool in front of the bar and try to reach one of the employees.
“Excuse me?” You speak and a boy with a darkish skin behind the bar turns around. “My friend and me”, you say and you gesture at the table at the front windows, “we have been waiting for around twenty minutes and we were wondering if we could order.” The boy, he must be around twenty-five, looks at you with a surprised expression on his face and his dark eyes quickly glance at the table you have pointed at.
“I am so sorry, young lady”, he says. “Have you already chosen?” You quickly tell him your order and he makes sure it will get there in no time, adding a few more apologies to that. You just want to get back to your table, when you hear someone speaking next to you with an Irish accent. Your heart skips a beat when you realize how well you know that voice.
“Niall!” You exclaim. “Didn’t expect you to be here!” Niall turns his head around and smiles at you with twinkling eyes.
“Well hello [Your Name]! Why not?” He asks, raising one eyebrow. You just shrug and turn a bit red behind your ears.
“Hmm, well, I…” You can’t even think of a good reason and when Niall notices, he laughs.
“Don’t you know the pizzas here are like heaven?” He says.
“I haven’t gotten the chance yet to try them”, you say, feeling a little bit awkward.
“It’s true!” Niall says and he receives some little paper from a woman behind the checkout. “You should try the one with mozzarella and pepper, it’s delicious.” You smirk a little, because that’s the one you’ve just ordered.
“Are you here on your own?” You ask and you walk back to your table with Niall, no idea what he has just done at the checkout.
“Yeah”, Niall speaks and he runs his fingers through his blonde hair, looking a little distracted. “Liam has gotten me this coupon, but I couldn’t see how much money it was worth. Silly, silly.” He grins while his sparkling braces are visible and shows you a green coupon. His blue eyes meet yours and you feel your cheeks get a bit warmer. Your thoughts are a complete mess, but it’s now or never.
“Would you mind sitting with us for a while?” You slowly breathe out after you’ve asked him. Niall shows you a crooked smile and shrugs.
“Sure, why not, I don’t have anything to do anyway.” He goes after you through the restaurant and you arrive at your table.
“Hey, Niall!” Your friend looks surprised and quickly glances from you to Niall and back, you turn even redder than before. A mischievous smile appears around your friend’s lips and she winks at you, unnoticed by Niall. She’s kind of the only one who knows you’ve been crushing on Niall since a few years already. “Why don’t you sit down?” She says and Niall doesn’t realize how nervous it makes you. You sit down in front of your friend and Niall takes a chair next to you. He leans on the table with his elbows and feels extremely close, getting on your nerves.
“I’ve ordered our pizzas and something to drink”, you say uncomfortably. Your friend clearly enjoys the moment and kicks you under the table with her food. “What?” You shout and immediately shut your mouth. “I-… I mean, don’t you want anything, Niall?” You ask him and he shakes his head.
“I’ve already eaten. Probably later.”
“Niall Horan, not hungry? Miracles do exist!” Your friend says. For some reason you feel the urge to strangle her right now, the way she’s sitting there in front of you with a complacent grin on her face. Niall just laughs and stands up.
“Now will you excuse me, I have to go to the toilet.” He smiles at each of you. As Niall disappears behind the big oaken door, your friend’s eyes pierce into yours and she smiles cheekily.
“This is your chance”, she says. A shiver goes down your spine, caused by the sentence she’s just spoken out.
“W-what do you mean?” You say with a stuttering voice and your friend chuckles.
“Don’t you understand?” She says. “The corridor over there is so narrow, if you’re heading off for the toilets right now you’ll be passing him for sure.” You frown and bite your lip, not sure what she’s indicating.
“And…?” You say uncomprehendingly.
“Dear lord, [Your Name]! I noticed the way he was looking at you, really. No one but him is at the toilets right now and you’ll get to spend some time alone behind that big brown door.” She just laughs at the expression that adorns your face right now.
“Hmm, okay, but just because I trust you.” You wish your cheeks weren’t that red and your head wouldn’t pound so much right now, but you stand up once again and walk over to the toilets with your heart beating loudly in your throat. Your hand trembles when you touch the doorknob and carefully open the door. You take a deep breath and close the door behind you, causing a loud smack to echo through the corridor. It’s really narrow indeed, if you want to pass each other around here, you will most probably have to be pressed against the wall. Soft lights are attached to the ceiling and you walk further, until you hear another door creaking and you’re nailed to the ground. The first things you see are a white tank top, black jeans and a pair of dark red Supras. When you look up, Niall’s blue eyes meet yours again and you don’t know what to do, feeling a bit caught.
“You’re going to have a hard time getting over here, I almost got squeezed in between of these walls”, Niall speaks, his eyes laugh, but he doesn’t move. Neither do you. You just stare at him from a distance as he speaks and his melodious voice sounds through the corridor. Niall slaps his belly and grins widely: “I should work out some more”, he jokes. A weak smile appears around your lips and don’t even dare to talk when you slowly start to walk over to him. He steps forward, just one step, but keeps watching you.
“Niall”, you start in a whim, when you’re about one meter away from him. You open your mouth again as Niall comes a bit closer and a soft breath escapes from your lips, taking away your ability to speak.
“Don’t say anything”, Niall whispers, his blue eyes don’t remove from yours for a second. You obey and keep silent, when his fingertips touch your cheek and softly shove under your chin to lift it up. He closes his eyes and his lips press onto yours, no longer than two seconds. You look at him breathlessly and your lips feel like they’re on fire, when Niall’s blue eyes start to twinkle and the corner of his mouth curls up. “Do you know…” He starts and his right hand searches for your left as your heart starts to scream. “I knew?”
“What did you know?” You ask, looking up at his gorgeous face.
“I knew you liked me. I’ve known it all along”, Niall says and he chuckles, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers.
“You did?” You say and you can’t help it but feel embarrassed again.
“I did. But you didn’t realize…” Niall says and it’s like his Irish accent is exaggerated just for you. “How much I liked you too.”
He kisses you again and his lips feel like the touch of an angel. Without saying anything, he lets you go and grabs your hand. You almost get squeezed in between of the walls, like you’ve both expected, and you burst out into laughter. Your laughs sound in harmony, like they’re meant to sound together, and only together.
“You didn’t have to use the toilet, did you?” Niall daringly whispers in your ear, after it turns silent again and you chuckle.
“You got that right.”
Somehow you manage to get out of the corridor and walk over to your friend, who has a big smile on her face.
‘I knew it!’ her eyes tell you when you sit down again, Niall touches your arm.
“Why did it take you two so long? The pizzas already arrived and are turning cold!” She says acting irritated, but in her eyes you read her excitement. With a joyous smile you grab your plate and feel Niall tapping your shoulder.
“Hey, if you’re not hungry anymore, I’m willing to help you with your pizza?”

After having your delicious meal, you pay at the checkout and talk a little at your table. Unfortunately, at some point, Niall needs to leave.
“Hey girls, I’ve had lots of fun, but I have to go now”, he finally says, especially paying attention at you. His soft lips leave a little kiss on your cheek this time and he squeezes your hand. “I will call you.”
You grin and wave at Niall, who leaves the restaurant with a big smile on his face and a quick wink. Afterwards you face your friend again and close your eyes, leaning back in your chair:
“You were totally right. I couldn’t finish a pizza myself.”

Harry Styles

#Imagine:
‘Oh, believe me, it’s going to be a great night. I promise it won’t happen again.’
Those words keep echoing in your mind. Your sight is a little bit faint and the loud bass pounds in your head as you close your eyes and turn away from your friend. You stand still in the moving crowd, with your arms loosely down along your body, opening your eyes again. So many unfamiliar faces, yet so few different facial expressions. It’s rather confusing.
This night you’ve spotted three types of people already: the tipsy kind that thinks everything’s funny, the drunk type that can’t stand on their own feet any longer and the good kind that’s just out here for a sociable night. That’s what you were supposed to have: a sociable night, with one of your best friends. It turns out to be the complete opposite. With your right hand you wipe away a lock of hair from your eyes and glance over your shoulder. You take a very deep breath and almost march away from your friend and the guy she’s with at the moment. You’re not even sure, but it might be her fourth already. Trying to keep the tears in, you bite your lower lip and walk through the dancing crowd on your own, looking around for someone you may know. Eventually you plump down on a stool at the bar, feeling completely lost and over all very lonely. You feel embarrassed to realize what people might think of you right now: a girl, sitting alone at the bar, with her face most probably covered with red blotches from being upset. You rest your elbow on the bar and lay your chin in your hand palm. You should have known this wouldn’t turn out: it’s definitely not the first time it happens!
An alarming presentiment appears in your stomach when you hear someone sitting down next to you and them quickly but roughly touching your arm, which causes you to get goose bumps. You hastily pull away your arm and the person who has touched you speaks:
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to smack you like that!” You look up with a frown, looking right into a pair of twinkling, green eyes. You try to keep your mouth shut but paired with that thought your jaw drops.
“Harry! But-… I thought…” You shake your head and he opens his arms with a big smile on his face to hug you.
“I’m so glad to meet you here!” He exclaims and he lets you go again.
“I need some explanation”, you mumble confusedly. “I thought you moved to LA! Or am I completely wrong?” The sadness you’ve just felt has disappeared, caused by Mister ‘Sunshine’ Styles himself.
“You’re not”, Harry says, while grabbing a beer from the bar, which the man behind it just put down for him. He pulls a questionable face and a dimple appears in his left cheek, while his eyes stray down to yours again. “Actually, I’ve lived there for a couple of months. But, to be honest, I couldn’t stand it out there. I missed London too much.” He smiles shyly at his hands and looks up at you again. “So, tell me, [Your Name], how have you been? Haven’t spoken to you in a while!” You start to laugh at him and quickly tell the bar man you want to have a coke, as you turn your face to Harry’s again. His curls are a little bit shorter than they were the last time you’ve seen him, but his green eyes still carry the mischievous twinkles you’ve always adored so much and never failed to cheer you up.
“A while?” You say. “Must have been over two months!” Harry puts down his beer and pulls an innocent, apologizing face:
“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy! I should have texted you at least. I’m such a horrible friend.” You pinch his shoulder and nod without saying anything. Harry’s apologizing frown disappears and he watches you with his eyebrows raised. “Anyway, I haven’t received an answer from you yet. Are you okay? You seemed upset when I sat down.” You look down at your hands and fiddle a bit with your fingers, awkwardly biting your lip again.
“Yes…” You murmur. Harry lays his hand on your knee and you blush when he looks you in the eyes.
“Listen”, he speaks. “Whatever the problem is, you can always tell me, [Your Name].” He watches you insinuatingly and you look away, resting your arm on the bar.
“I don’t know about you, but I didn’t come here alone”, you say and you sip on your coke. Harry nods and listens carefully. “I came here with one of my friends…” You hesitate and keep silent for a few seconds. “The problem is: I don’t think she even realizes.” You goggle and Harry uncomprehendingly shakes his head, his curls move along.
“Why do you think that?” He asks sweetly. You sigh deeply:
“Because she’s like making out with every guy she meets, while I’m standing next to her. She makes me feel like I don’t even exist. Like she uses me to be able to go out”, you say with an angry overtone in your voice. You feel the tears appearing behind your eyes.
“I’ve told her how I felt about it earlier and she promised it wouldn’t happen again, but now…” You can’t control yourself anymore and let everything out:
“She’s just unchangeable! It’s like she doesn’t even care about me!” Harry carefully puts his arms around you and holds you close to his body. You rest your head on his chest as he rubs your back.
“I understand”, he whispers and he puts a little kiss on your cheek. It comes quite unexpected and you jump up surprised. “I can drive you home if you’d like me to?” You look up at Harry’s beautiful face, lighted by the multiple coloured spotlights, and he smiles lightly, wiping away the tears from your cheeks as you once blink with your moist eyes.
“Thank you, Harry”, you whisper calmly. Your heartbeat turns back into normal again and suddenly you don’t care about the people around you any longer. “I’m sorry I shouted at you and I’m so sorry I-…” Harry puts one finger on your lips and smiles cheekily.
“Don’t speak. I’m fine. That’s what friends are for, right?”

After a short conversation with Harry and a curt, clear text message to your friend, you both have gone to his car so he could drive you home. During the trip you haven’t really said anything, but it felt great being there, almost like the old times when Harry used to go to the same school as you did. At some point, Harry laid his hand on your lap, smiling from beneath the steering wheel with a protecting grin. You closed your eyes and smiled back at him.

“Here we are!” Harry’s enthusiastic voice sounds and you chuckle when you open your eyes again and notice you’re entering your street.
“Thanks for taking me home, Harold”, you teasingly use his nickname.
“No problem”, Harry says and he stops the car, opening the door and running around so he can let you out at last. He helps you out of the car and takes your hand, locking the car doors with a soft beep, as you walk over the pavement together.
“You know”, you speak, while your house is getting into sight. “I feel a little bit bad I left her there.” Harry abruptly stops walking and watches you surprised.
“Really?” He says with his eyes wide open and you laugh at his ridiculous facial expression.
“I almost feel sorry for her she has to stay with that random dude, while I’m here with you”, you say. It remains silent and you hardly regret speaking out that thought, until you finally arrive at the porch of your house.
“So”, Harry’s voice sounds. “I think we should say goodbye here.” It’s such a magical scene: the lanterns only give you a soft light and Harry’s voice is just too melodious and beautiful to be true. Harry’s eyes are focused on yours and you don’t speak, but lean a little bit into him. He lifts up your chin with his fingers, smiles and softly presses his lips onto yours. You take his face in both your hands as you kiss him gently. Harry rests his left hand on your back and the fingers of his right hand run through your hair affectionately. He softly pulls you closer and you feel his loud heartbeat through his shirt when his tongue slowly slips into your mouth. A last sweet tasting peck on the lips finishes your passionate moment and Harry takes you in his arms again. You close your eyes and hear him whispering in your ear:
“I think I should tell you a secret…. It wasn’t just London that I missed so much.”

Zayn Malik

#Imagine:
“That was absolutely amazing!” With a wide smile on his face, your boyfriend sits down on the soft bright red carpet in front of a large black couch, resting his head on the edge. “I’m so tired I could be collapsing right now, though…” Zayn closes his eyes and wipes away some drops of sweat off his neck with a towel he has just grabbed.
“You were phenomenal, babe!” You plump down next to him on the ground and grab his hand, making him smile with his eyes still closed.
“Thank you”, Zayn says and he looks at you. It seems like he can use some sleep indeed, but it looks cute on him. It remains silent as he strokes your hand palm with his thumb, smiling at you as he pulls you closer and kisses your lips, just quickly. “I’m really happy you came to watch us tonight. Thank you”, he speaks and you kiss his cheek as you stand up.
“You’re very welcome.” You walk over to the fridge and turn your head around the corner. “Hey, want anything to drink?” Zayn nods a bit dreamily and mumbles:
“Yeah, sure, just some water, please.” All of a sudden a noise sounds from the corridor and two other boys plunge into the room.
“Best one yet! Ah, can I go back to the start of that gig and do it all over again, please?” Louis shouts out and he jumps onto the black couch Zayn has been resting his head on. “Are you tired, Malik?” Louis grins and slaps his best friend’s cheek. Zayn frowns and stands up with difficulty. He doesn’t answer and grabs the bottle you’ve just filled for him with water. Liam, who has also walked into the room with Louis, is a bit more silent and less hyper than Louis currently is. His eyes light up when he sees you with Zayn.
“Hey, [Your Name]! Great to see you here! Enjoyed the show?” He walks up to you and hugs you with a smile.
“Oh yes, I really did!” You exclaim. “I actually had loads of fun out there, you did a great job!”
“Thank you”, Liam says and Zayn looks around when Niall and Harry also enter the room. You greet them as well and Zayn gestures at the door, taking your arm.
“Shall we go somewhere else for a while?” He says, indicating to the other boys, who are all being very loud. You agree with him and leave the room with Zayn, yet able to hear Harry whistling at you both. You shake your head and place your hand around Zayn’s arm when you walk through the dark corridor of the concert hall.
“What place are you taking me to?” You ask curiously. Zayn shows you a crooked smile and he pinches your skin.
“The main stage”, he says and you stop walking.
“The stage? But are we even allowed to…?” Zayn grins mischievously and literally drags you with him to the next door.
“No. Do you care?” Zayn and you chuckle and you foolishly run together until you arrive at the large steel stage doors. You put down the heavy handle and push against the door. You go first and walk around the large cloths and curtains that reach up high to go to the main stage. Your heart is actually starting to beat louder, just like you’re going to have a performance yourself, when you step onto the stage.
“So this is what it feels like…” You whisper as you walk further over the black stage. The hall is completely empty and all that’s left are the dark red seats all around you. Soft spotlights are still on, but the whole thing looks a little bit mysterious caused by its emptiness. You hear Zayn approaching behind you and laying an arm around your waist.
“Unreal, isn’t it?” He whispers in your ear and you look over the upper rings.
“Overwhelming”, you say with admiration in your voice. “I only just realize how huge this concert hall actually is! Wow…” Zayn chuckles softly and you feel his breath tickling your neck, you smell a strong scent of mint. Suddenly he lets you go and you shiver when his body warmth leaves you.
“Wait, you should check this out!” He says, his brown eyes twinkle and he runs over to the very front of the stage, looking into the illusion of a dark crowd, which isn’t obviously there. He softly starts to sing They Don’t Know About Us and it actually echoes through the whole place, making it sound louder and more intense. Zayn doesn’t stop singing and you walk up to him, having goose bumps on your arms and back. Your lower lip starts to tremble when your hand glides over his back, up to his neck and shoulder, his voice penetrating in your head. Zayn finishes the chorus and looks at his left. His long, dark eyelashes are even more visible en profile.
“Amazing echo, right?” He says softly, with a deep voice, staring you into the eyes.
“Stunning…” You whisper. Without knowing he has even moved, he presses his lips onto yours, starting a passionate kiss. He gently places his hands behind your head and between your shoulder blades, kissing you with all the intense feelings he currently has. His fingers slowly go through your hair and caress your cheekbone. You take a little break to gasp for air, watching Zayn’s eyes and laying your head on his chest.
“I love you, Zayn”, you mutter against the fabric of his shirt. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.
“I love you too, [Your Name]. If only I could express how much I care about you. It’s not to be said with just words”, he says.
All of a sudden a loud sound disturbs you, coming from down the stage, somewhere in a corner of the room, where one of the entrances is located. The door opens and a bunch of girls carefully walks into the concert hall. You’re both too surprised to move and stay there in the middle front of the stage, embracing.
“Excuse me?” A girl’s voice sounds and Zayn confusedly lets go of you to walk over the stage into the direction the girls are standing. You just follow him and try to count the amount of people of the group, which is hard caused by the dark.
“What are they doing here?” You hear Zayn mumbling as he reaches another edge of the stage.
“Um, I’m sorry, but we heard you singing and thought we could come up here to, um…like…meet you.” The girl shyly stutters.
“It was beautiful by the way!” Another girl assures him.
“Thank you”, Zayn says awkwardly and a little embarrassed. You’re not sure whether to come and stand next to him or just stay back here on the stage. He glances over his shoulder and gestures you should come over to him as well. The girls keep completely silent and watch at you as you bite your lip.
“Hi”, you say a bit insecure. You count five girls, so not as many as it seemed in the first place.
“You are so gorgeous, [Your Name]”, a girl with a cute face dares to break the silence. You don’t know how to react and feel a bit twitchy, but thank the girl, whose name is Katy, anyway. Zayn starts to feel more comfortable and utters:
“I agree with you!” He smiles at you cheekily and one of the girls starts to ‘aww’.
“That’s so cute! You’re such a beautiful couple together!” A blonde girl says.
“Aw, you’re sweet, thank you”, you tell them thankfully.
“Listen, girls, we’d love to stay here and talk to you, but we should go back to the dressing rooms, I think”, Zayn says abruptly. “We’re not even allowed to be here.” The girls start to giggle and a girl called Sara asks:
“Could we take a picture with you?” Zayn watches you like he asks for permission and you just shrug.
“That should be fine, I guess!” As Zayn jumps off the stage and takes some pictures, one of the girls looks up at you from beneath there and asks with red cheeks:
“Would you like to take a picture with me, too?” You frown for a second, but don’t hesitate and go off the stage as well.
“With me?” You speak to her, being very surprised.
“Yes”, the girl says and admits: “You know, you inspire me so much. Although you receive such bad messages online you still manage to stay strong, I really admire that. You’re a beautiful person.” The girl’s blue eyes twinkle and you just see she means what she has just said.
“Thank you”, you whisper and you swallow once to keep yourself from crying.

After you’ve taken a few pictures you and Zayn finally go backstage again. Eventually there, you hug him tightly.
“Those girls were so sweet”, you tell him and Zayn nods, tightening his grip on your waist. “The things they said to me were so nice.” Your lower lip trembles again, you smile softly and Zayn kisses a spot behind your ear.
“You deserve every nice word they have said to you”, Zayn says. He takes your head in his hands and places a soft kiss on your forehead and his melodious voice sounds through the room. “You deserve the whole world.”

Niall Horan

#Imagine:
Numb. Stiff. Motionless.
You open your mouth and let out a soft breath, but no words come out. Not even a sound. You’ve given up on crying a few minutes ago already, because you just feel empty. Empty and numb. You’re out of tears, but your cheeks still feel wet and clammy when you touch them with your fingers. Your eyes are a bit swollen and you don’t want to open them again.
A few simple words are all he has to say, nothing more. You know he can’t. It’s not that easy, as it might seem to you. You run your hands through your hair and finally rest them on the large couch you’re currently sitting on. A door opens behind you, but you don’t turn around. You won’t. You can’t.
“Leave me alone”, you whisper with a broken voice, staring at the windows. It’s cold and grey outside, which makes it all sad-looking. Raindrops cover the window glass and perfectly match your mood and feelings at the moment. The person who has just entered the room doesn’t say anything, but closes the door behind them. Their footsteps on the wooden floor sound insecure, yet determined and firm. Although the person hasn’t spoken out anything, you definitely know who it is.
“Go away, Niall”, you say with a hiss, but you know this doesn’t sound convincing at all. “You’ve done enough already, leave me alone.” You bite your lip, but don’t cry. Although it’s hard to say and keep yourself from bursting into tears again, you do realize this might be the best thing to say.
“[Your Name].” The way Niall speaks out your name hurts like twenty thousands of knives stabbed into your heart all at once. You immediately stand up and turn around, facing him and pointing at him with your right forefinger, finally turning it to the doorway.
“Get out of this room, now!” You shout, feeling more heartbroken with every second you keep looking into his beautiful angelic eyes. “Do you know how much it hurts if you keep coming back like this? I don’t want your excuses, Niall. You should have thought about it earlier before you…” Niall steps forward, grabbing your wrist, but you wildly shake it away, going on screaming: “Listen. Now leave and don’t you dare to come back here again!” The tears stream down your face as you turn around again with the most awful pain you’ve ever had in your heart. A teardrop falls down your eyelashes when you close your eyes and hear Niall leaving behind you.
If your mind told you this was the best thing to do after what he has done to you, why does it hurt so incredibly much?

“Splattered teardrops on my shirt.”
“And all the lights that light the way are blinding.”
“I can go where life leads me.”
“You can take your time, take my time.”
“You’re just a daydream away.”
“If I don’t say this now, I will surely break, as I’m leaving the one I want to take…”
“Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain.”

You’ve been receiving these text messages for weeks now. Each Monday, Wednesday and Friday, another song lyric appears in your inbox. It’s almost like a silent compromise: Niall text a meaningful lyric and you don’t respond. You never have. You’re not even sure whether Niall actually knows you read them or not, but it doesn’t keep him from sending any.
Today it’s Saturday and you’ve been walking around the house like a girl gone mad, simply because you haven’t received a text from Niall at all yesterday. It’s a stupid thing to think about: even after this huge fight, there still is a part in you, which wants to forgive him. It’s mad men’s business: probably Niall finally realizes you aren’t actually thinking about these text messages at all and delete them straight away when you receive them.
Who are you even kidding? The complete opposite is happening. Every time you have a break or some spare time, you read through the old texts. It’s always a song lyric that applies to the current situation you’re in, but never from the same son. There’s not even a clue what Niall wants to achieve with it, but you still wait and get worried whenever a text arrives later than it normally does.
Saturday.
You’ve just received one message.
With trembling fingers you touch the screen of your phone and open the message: it doesn’t contain song lyrics this time, it’s a proper text.
Your breath fails when you read the letters, appearing in front of your eyes:
“Don’t forget the Madison Square Garden ticket.”
You slowly shake your head and glance at the cupboard, where the Madison Square Garden front row ticket is safely hidden. You stand up slowly and grab the ticket from the cupboard. Although something in the back of your head starts to shout, you bite your lip. Niall does still want you to go and watch him on his dream night.

With your heart beating loudly in your throat, you try to swallow and focus on the dark stage in front of you. As soon as you sit down on your seat, you already wish you wouldn’t have appeared. It’s an extremely difficult thing to sit here and keep calm when your not-sure-if-still boyfriend will be performing in a few minutes. It’s his night, you realize, but you also know Niall hasn’t sent that last text without a reason. You haven’t seen him in ages and you’re quite sure something is going to happen tonight. You’re not sure what exactly, but it’ll be something special, you just feel it.
After a few more minutes that have gotten you on your nerves, the show starts. You close your eyes and take a deep breath when Niall’s voice sounds through the speakers. You ignore the screaming girls and hear Niall singing. Why, especially this song! You bite your lip and listen:
“You’re so pretty when you cry, when you cry, wasn’t ready to hear you say goodbye…” Niall turns around on stage, his feet pointing in your direction and you just know he sees you when his blue eyes meet yours and he sings the line, meant for only you:
“You’re tearing me apart…” Niall walks away again like nothing has ever happened and you remain silent and numb for the next couple of seconds.
A few more minutes pass and it’s time for Niall to do his speech towards the audience and the fans. Apart from his usual words, there’s something different about the way he speaks.
“There’s also someone in the crowd tonight, I’d like to apologize to…” You widen your eyes and your cheeks turn red. Niall’s eyes stray to yours, there on the front row, and suddenly it feels like it’s only you and him existing in the world.
“[Your Name]”, he softly speaks and that one word sounds so touching, you almost feel the urge to cry. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, because I know I did and I feel horrible about it. I’ve made many mistakes, but I want you to know how much I care about you and that I truly love you.” He walks towards you on the stage and it’s magically silent in the concert hall. It’s like everyone’s keeping their breath, when Niall stretches out his arm and takes your hand, softly whispering into the microphone with sparkling, moist eyes:
“Please, forgive me?”

Louis Tomlinson

#Imagine:
“You better turn around quickly, I don’t want you to fall over!” With a vague sight, like mist looming in front of your eyes, you see your best friend grabbing your wrist.
People that are calmly shopping should use this street. Mothers and their babies in prams, ready to go home. Or probably even stressful businessman and –women. But definitely not hyper fangirls.
This is absolutely one of the craziest things you’ve ever experienced. You’ve just gone to London with your best friend to have fun, to have dinner somewhere, go out for the night and visit a club. None of you would have ever thought about discovering a bunch of fangirls, screaming loudly in front of your favourite nightspot. The street is undoubtedly filled to overflowing.
“Wait, we could go that wa-… Some girl almost punches you in the face with her elbow and you recoil, so your friend’s grip around your wrist loosens.
“Turn around!” Your friend panicky shouts. A second girl’s elbow is on its way to hit you in the eyes and you try to avoid it. This time it doesn’t work out that nicely for you though.
“Autch! Seriously, what the…” For a second you grab your nose, which almost feels like it’s bleeding, with both your hands. It doesn’t take long before you realize you’ve lost your friend in the crowd. How will you even be able to find her in this misery? A stab in your tummy causes you to drop your handbag. You quickly try to grab it from the ground and try to find a way through the large amount of girls. It isn’t kind of an achievement though, because you only walk three steps forward and stumble already. With your hands you try to protect your head. You cringe as certain feet of unsuspecting people come down on your back and utter something totally not understandable. An infernal pain goes through your ankle and you’re not able to move. All of a sudden, your sight darkens and eventually you can’t see anything no more.

“I wish she would wake up again!” A well-known voice sounds, almost begging. For a moment you’re confused. Who needs to wake up? You try to open your eyes, but nothing happens, your eyelids feel extremely heavy, it’s like they’re sewn together. Just now you notice you’re lying on a soft surface. It feels like a bed. And that might be it.
“I think she’s awake.” Another voice sounds relieved. It happens to work to open your eyes right now, just a little, so you’re able to see through your eyelashes. The sudden bright light kind of hurts and makes you feel like you’re having one of these bad headaches. The only things you discover are a large, strange thing around your leg and a white blanket covering your body. Oh, and the two black silhouettes at the front of your bed should be people.
“Hello, can you hear me?” The worried voice you’ve heard earlier speaks. A black silhouette leans over your bed. An itchy feeling shows up in your nostrils and you sneeze, most probably into the person’s face.
“Oh dear, she’s awake!” A woman’s voice laughs. Only now you notice the heavy pains in your leg, with the plaster around it. It feels like ten thousands of sharp knives are stabbed into your ankle.
Involuntary you get up, but it hurts too much to stay that way and you fall back onto the cushions. While doing that, your eyes immediately open widely.
Your heart skips a beat as you notice the guy waiting here next to your sickbed. You actually could have never dreamt about meeting this lad, not to mention the way in which you meet him right now. How did you end up in this bed anyway?
Louis Tomlinson.
The voice in your head keeps repeating is name. A pair of blue eyes watches you, almost anxiously and Louis smiles a little bit. You want to say something, but there’s not a single word that finds its way to the exit that’s your mouth. Louis leans over you again and you turn red, realizing you’ve just sneezed into his face.
“You don’t have to say anything, just rest for a while.” He gestures at another pillow, but you refuse his offer. How can you even lie down uncomfortably with such a sight in front of you?
“Just leave her alone now, young man. She needs her rest.” You turn your head around and have a look at the strict-looking nurse, sitting next to Louis. Louis shrugs and stands up, looking at you apologetically. Just as he almost reaches the door, you pronounce a soft ‘no’. The nurse watches you severely from beneath her glasses, mumbles something like ‘fine with me’ and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
You’re alone now with Louis in one room. You can’t help it, but the thought makes your heart beat faster and louder.
“I want to know what happened”, you say laboriously, but determined. Louis sits down onto your bed, the edge of it. My god, he looks breathtakingly handsome today! You force yourself not to stare at him too much and watch your hands as an alternative.
“Well”, Louis starts, fortunately not able to read your thoughts, “I bet you know why the streets were filled with teenage girls this noon?” You grin weakly.
“I think I might understand why now, yes.” Louis smiles and looks at your face, which takes your breath away for a millisecond.
“I saw you passing out in between of a few girls.” You can’t simply look away from his beautiful blue eyes, but listen closely to the story he’s telling. “I actually didn’t hesitate at all, I immediately decided to help you. I picked you up and got you to the left side of the road.” The last sentence is spoken out like it is nothing, but he continues: “Over there I shouted at Paul to call an ambulance, I was freaking out.” He looks at you concerned when he notices your glassy eyes. “Are you alright? I should probably leave, the nurse might be…”
“No, please, stay.” You cough and slowly grab his warm hand. The touch causes a shiver through your veins. A few seconds ago you have just been blown away by the fact Louis has lifted you up. That means he has carried you in his arms. Such a lucky thing that Louis doesn’t let go of your hand.
“What’s your name?” He asks. Oh, yes, your name. Softly, to save what’s left of your voice, you whisper your name. “Beautiful”, Louis says with a mischievous grin. “I’m Louis.”
“No, really?” You say with an acting voice. Louis bursts out laughing and you do the same, although your throat hurts. Suddenly it remains silent and you feel the urge to say something that has popped up into your mind:
“Thank you very much, Louis”, you whisper.
“That’s no problem, babe, everyone would have done the same”, Louis says modestly, his cheeks turn a little bit red. It looks incredibly sexy. Silence reappears and Louis stares into your eyes with a shy look on his face, he bites his lip and tightens his grip around your hand.
Totally unexpected the door opens again and the nurse plunges into the room.
“And now she needs to rest, do you hear me?” She angrily shouts. Louis quickly glances at you with the mischievous twinkles in his eyes that you know so well and winks at you:
“See you in a few minutes, pretty.”

Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson

#Imagine:
Part 1 ~ Louis & Liam
Why do things never go like they are planned in the first place? This must have been the weirdest day you’ve ever had in your life.
With a loud smack you throw your bag on your bed and sit down onto the soft cushions. Your head’s a complete chaos and even staring at the wallpaper in front of you doesn’t get you calm like it normally does. In your mind you try to clean up the mess and relive the experiences that have happened today.

You and your best friend have attended at the studios because the lads, also known as the world’s biggest boyband One Direction, thought it would be fun for you to watch how they record their songs and all. Little did you know what that decision would have brought to you later…
It had all started with a lovely chat because it had been a long time since you’d seen all your friends together. At some point you really wanted to see something of the building itself. ‘Come on, let me show you around’, Liam had said. He had taken your hand and showed you the immense building on the inside, leaving the guys and your friend behind. After walking through thousands of hallways you’d totally gotten lost of which direction to walk in. Fortunately Liam knew where to go. At least that’s what he’d said to you. You both ended up in one of the little recording studios, where something unexpected happened: Liam kissed you. Totally out of nowhere. After you’d locked lips, you didn’t hesitate and left the room and the building without saying goodbye to any of your friends, leaving Liam in utter confusion at the same time.

You close your eyes and still see the disbelief written on Liam’s face. It might have been a mistake. It might have been an ebullition.
You rest your head against the wall, trying to get more relaxed but it just won’t work.
Suddenly your phone goes off and you get really scared, jumping off your bed to reach for it. It might be your mum, telling you she’s sorry about being home so late. You quickly glance at the screen and discover it’s actually Louis who’s calling.
“Hello!” You say.
“Hiii babe!” Louis’ enthusiastic voice sounds on the other side of the telephone. You grin widely. Hearing Louis’ voice just makes you smile. It’s probably the fact he’s such a happy and funny person: he always makes people laugh.
“Hi, Lou”, you say, “what’s the matter?” You hear Louis sighing and a crackling sound appears.
“Depends…” He simply says and it keeps silent. You raise one eyebrow, because you’re not really used to Louis acting like this.
“What?” You say. You dislike this conversation already. It makes you feel awkward.
“Well”, Louis starts, sounding hesitant again. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I just wanted to ask why you left so early. I was kind of concerned! Have you been fooling around somewhere with Liam or anything? He didn’t want to tell us anything about it.” Louis says it in such a way that it sounds like a joke. Right now it’s your turn to act hesitant:
“I don’t think he wants anyone to know about it”, you say, quite sure about your thinking. If there’s one person who shouldn’t know about this, it will be Louis.
The thing that makes it so extremely difficult to tell is the fact you think Louis might have a crush on you. And not just that.
“Babe?” Louis asks. “Are you still there?” You shake your head and bite your lower lip.
“Yes”, you say with a deep sigh.
“Listen”, Louis starts seriously, “I have to go now, but if anything’s wrong I’m here for you. I could even come over to your house in a few minutes if you would like me to. Just call me if you need me!” Louis finishes with a kissing sound and hangs up. You don’t know whether to smile or cry. It’s all clear that Louis does like you in a special way.
You haven’t even put away your phone, or it starts to beep again. You frown and a scared feeling creeps into your stomach. Is this seriously happening? You bite your lip and stare at your mobile phone: a text has just arrived in your inbox. It’s not your mum. It’s not Louis either. You feel like you’re almost going to cry, reading the text you just got:
‘Dear [Your Name],
I know I’ve been stupid and I’m sorry for that.
I really want to make some things clear.
5PM, your back garden?
Liam’
You gasp and throw your phone onto your bed. Why? Why these two boys? It’s just not fair! Your lips tremble and you stare outside. The twinkling stars in the sky are almost teasingly grinning at you. As if it isn’t hard enough already.
Deep in your heart you already know which lad you want to answer. It’s just the fact that you don’t want to disappoint either of them that makes it so difficult. You bite your lip and glance at the phone that’s lying on your bed, forcing you to send both these guys a text back. You sigh deeply and grab your phone. Your fingers hang above the little keys and you close your eyes. The words already fly around in your mind and all you have to do is write them down. That’s it.

What are you going to do?
*You call Louis and wait for him to arrive at your front door > http://1dimagining.blogspot.nl/2012/12/louis-tomlinson.html
*You go and meet Liam at your back garden > http://1dimagining.blogspot.nl/2012/12/liam-payne.html

Louis Tomlinson

Before reading this part, you should have finished this one first: http://1dimagining.blogspot.nl/2012/12/liam-payne-louis-tomlinson.html


Part 2 ~ Louis
When the bell of the front door rings you close your eyes for a second and walk over to the hallway. It feels like your heart’s pounding somewhere in between of your lungs and your throat. You take a deep breath and open the front door, staring into Louis’ blue eyes immediately.
“Hi love!” Louis says with a soft smile. He’s wearing a thick jacket, because it’s getting colder outside. When he sees your facial expression his eyebrows form a concerned frown.
“Come on in”, you say and you close the door behind Louis. You try not to act twitchy, but it’s just what happens at the moment. You go through the door that leads to the living room and sit down on the couch with Louis.
“So tell me now, what really happened between you and Liam? Now don’t tell me it was nothing because you’d be lying”, Louis says and he lays one hand on your knee. You don’t wipe it away, but softly speak, with a breaking voice:
“We kissed. Or… He… We… Liam kissed me.” You don’t dare to look Louis in the eyes but stare at your hands. Louis keeps silent as you go on speaking: “The thing is… I’m in love with someone else.” You turn around at Louis and watch his face closely. He doesn’t speak, but his lips are a bit apart from each other.
“You are?” Louis says. His lips form a narrow line and in his eyes you read he’s in pain. “With who?” It stays silent and an uncomfortable feeling appears in your stomach, though you speak out the saving words:
“With you, Louis. I’m in love with you.” Louis doesn’t wait but responds to your statement by gently pressing his lips onto yours. It feels so familiar, like it has never been any other way. The kiss is over very quickly, but for some reason it feels like your lips are on fire just now.
“I can tell you a secret”, Louis says and he takes you in his arms, as you close your eyes. “I feel the same about you.”

Liam Payne

Before reading this part, you should have finished this one first: http://1dimagining.blogspot.nl/2012/12/liam-payne-louis-tomlinson.html

Part 2 ~ Liam
With a nervous feeling you grab the door knob and step outside, the cold wind immediately blows through your hair and you put up the zipper of your jacket, wrapping your scarf a bit tighter around your neck. A shiver goes down your spine as you walk further and suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder.
“[Your Name]?” Liam’s unsure voice sounds hesitatingly. You slowly turn around and look him in the eyes, which nervously go to and fro and finally glance at the ground. “I know this might be very unexpected and all…” He smiles insecurely and looks up. Just now you notice him fiddling with his hands. It actually looks so, so cute on him when he’s acting twitchy.
“Yes, Liam?” You speak out almost breathless. Liam doesn’t dare to look straight into your eyes but whispers:
“I want to tell you I’m sorry. I didn’t want to get you so upset. Probably I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry.” When you just stare at him and don’t speak a word, completely keeping silent, he sees it as a sign he’s done here and already turns around to walk away. You remain on your own and want to say something. This doesn’t feel right.
“Wait!” You exclaim and Liam immediately freezes. Your lips tremble and you grab his arm, turning him around. You are on the verge of tears and Liam’s eyes are moist. For a moment you stare each other in the eyes. All of a sudden you take his face in both your hands and passionately press your lips onto his. At first Liam confusedly stiffens and answers your kiss, but finally surrenders to it. He wraps his arms around you, resting on your back and glides one hand up to the back of your head, softly stroking your hair. Eventually you let him go and hug him tightly.
“You were not wrong, Liam. I was”, you whisper and kiss him once again on the lips. “I do love you.”

Harry Styles

#Imagine:
Hands folded. Fingers intertwined. Two pairs of eyes meet each other and speak a thousand words without a sound.
You feel a soft pinch on your hand and turn your head around. A light breeze is blowing through your hair and causes a shiver across your back.
“Babe?” You take a look at your left side where the deep voice has just sounded and stare into two green eyes. Brown curls cover this breathtaking handsome boy’s forehead as he closes his eyes and shows a shy smile, paired with dimples that appear in his cheeks.
“Yes, Harry?” You say with a trembling voice and you shiver again. You let go of Harry’s hand and fold your arms right in front of your chest.
“Are you getting cold? If so, I can get you my jacket if you want to?” Harry looks concerned and already starts putting of his dark blue jacket. He has been holding a guitar as well, so he carefully puts it down onto the cold sand of the beach.
“No, are you crazy? Keep it! You will get cold as well!” Harry doesn’t seem to listen and already hands you his jacket. You can’t even protest, because he already lays it over your back and puts his left arm around your waist. He softly kisses your cheek and a cold breath escapes from his mouth.
“Thank you”, you mumble. Harry is only wearing a thin blouse right now, so you’re not quite sure why he’s just done that to you. On the other side, you don’t dare to give it back to him. Harry grabs your hand again and you feel a soft glow coming from his skin that helps you to get warmer again.
You walk further over the beach with just the two of you. It’s dark and most probably around 4 AM, because you have decided to visit the beach after going out clubbing on the island. It’s the last day of the holidays, so you want to make the best out of it.
It’s really cold outside at the time, but the beach looks amazing with all its beautiful waves, dunes and even the clouds covering stars in the night sky. Harry and you have walked along his apartment on the camping, to grab his guitar and some warm clothes to prepare yourselves. That hasn’t really helped though: you’re totally freezing here. And it might even be worse for Harry, but he won’t admit he’s getting cold.
After you’ve been walking for a while, Harry chooses a place between the dunes where you decide to sit down. Harry puts an arm around your waist as you take place and pulls you close to him. You grab the fleece you’ve brought with you and wrap it around both your backs. It’s a way to get warmer and keep away from the heavy wind, only a little, but it helps. The thing that makes the difference is the fact you’re sitting close to each other.
“Shall I play you a song?” Harry’s melodious husky voice almost whispers. You take a look at his face and discover the sparkles in his eyes and the gorgeous smile on his face you adore so much.
“Well, yes please!” You immediately answer. Harry starts to chuckle caused by that reaction and you turn red, knowing you’ve never heard anything more beautiful in your life than his laugh. Although… He’s going to play you a song now….
“Which song do you want me to play?” Harry asks and he grabs the guitar, storing it on his lap.
“I bet you can play ‘Little Things’?” You say almost breathless, by imagining how that’d sound.
“Yes, of course”, Harry smirks and he strikes a few chords on the guitar. He glances at you and his lips curl up. “I hope you like it. This is for you, [Your Name].” Harry starts to play and when he starts to sing he totally gives you goose bumps all over your body. While he’s playing and singing with such emotion and fragileness in his voice, you’re crying in no time. You try to keep the tears in, but notice your cheeks have already gotten wet.
Harry plays the entire song and when he’s finished he keeps silent and watches you questionable. Your hand covers your mouth and you try to wipe away the tears, as Harry starts to speak again:
“Did you like it? I hope so. Because I felt really nervous playing it for you…” He admits cutely. You just shake your head at him and snuggle up closer next to him, laying your head against his upper arm.
“Harry. Do I seriously look like I didn’t like it? It was so beautiful I’ve been crying. You are amazing and one of the most talented boys I’ve ever met.” It remains silent and for a while Harry just looks at your eyes.
“Thank you”, he says. With that you kiss his lips and he responds to it quickly, by adding his tongue briefly. It’s a very short kiss that’s over in ten seconds, but most probably one of the sweetest kisses you’ve ever had. For a moment you both stare at the seashore, Harry is just rubbing your back under the fleece.
“I can’t believe the holidays are nearly over…” You whisper and Harry moves closer against you under the blanket, as his right hand grabs your wrist and with his left forefinger he starts to small draw circles on your hand palm. It’s such a soft and minuscule touch, but it still makes you shiver. Suddenly Harry stops, holds both your hands between his and looks up at you. The stars reflect in his eyes and you’re still able to discover a dimple in his cheek as a weak smile is put up on his face.
“Me neither”, is the only thing he can whisper. His green eyes sparkle and secretly reveal a sad expression in them. You swallow once because you feel like you’re going to cry again. That’s not pretty much the last thing you want Harry to remember of you.
Harry already senses your feelings and wants to occur you bursting out into tears. He puts his arms around you, laying your head against his body with his soft hands. You rest your right hand on his chest and bury your face in his blouse as he folds the blanket tighter around you both.
“Harry”, you mumble and you feel tears appearing behind your eyelids. “I don’t want this summer to end. Never.” Your voice breaks as Harry starts to stroke your hair and kisses the part of your forehead where your hair starts.
“You know, beautiful?” He says. His voice sounds low, sexy and emotional, yet fragile. You notice he’s hesitating, but only for a second, and he speaks out: “No matter what happens next, no matter where you will be or what I’ll be doing. I’ll always remember the special moments we shared together.” After speaking that out, his cold lips meet yours and you kiss under the moon, with the sounds of the shore and the wind blowing in the background. “You always will be my summer love.”

Niall Horan

#Imagine:
Sometimes there are moments when you just need to stare without actually realizing what you’re looking at. Sometimes your mind drifts away into some random dreamy fantasy that keeps you out of the real world for a while. Or you just stare at something very beautiful, from which you can’t simply look away.
That’s exactly what shows up just now: a pair of deep blue eyes with soft twinkles has gotten your attention and just when you realize you have been staring, it is too late already.
“Why were you staring at me?” The voice that speaks definitely sounds as angelic as the blue eyes look. You blink, your sight stops being blurry and your eyes focus on the whole face of the person in front of you. The corners of your mouth curl up and a cute boyish chuckle sounds when you open your mouth and answer:
“Because I like the colour blue.” You giggle.
“Oh, do you?” The lad you have been staring at shows a wide smile, which reveals a row of perfect teeth, along with sparkling silver braces. “Then why did you look at my eyes when the walls of our living room are actually blue?” The twinkles in your boyfriend’s eyes become even stronger and you pinch his arm.
“Because that’s not the same, Niall!” You exclaim and Niall starts to laugh his adorable loud laugh at you.
“Alright, enough”, he abruptly says and he stands up, grabbing your hand quickly. Without an explanation, he drags you through the living room, into the hallway, where he stops walking and lets you go.
“What kind of action were you even performing?” You ask with a scornful laugh.
“We’re leaving. Going outside”, Niall says without making direct eye contact, handing you your jacket.
“Are you crazy? It’s freezing outside! And dark…” Although you still haven’t got an answer, you obediently put on your jacket over your sweater. You grab two scarves to ensure you’re not going to freeze to death outside, whatever Niall is planning. After putting on some gloves, Niall grabs your hand, still keeping silent, and opens the door. A strongly cold wind immediately surrounds you and you feel your lips trembling as you step outside on the gravel path. Niall starts to walk and you let go of his hand to stand still.
“Niall, what the hell are we going to do? Can you at least answer my question instead of walking along like you’ve just lost your tongue?” Niall turns around and steps towards you, a few blonde locks of hair show up from underneath his hood as he smiles at you, his blue eyes focused on you.
“Do you have a little bit of patience or not?” He asks and he tilts his head a little. How can you even resist such a cute, Irish boy? Niall questionable raises one eyebrow and you sigh deeply, which leaves a misty cloud in the air in front of you.
“Fine. But if we’re going to die caused by the cold, it is all your fault.”

“Why did I say yes to this again?” You almost stutter and shivers show up on your back because of the frigid wind that just finds its way through your clothes somehow.
“You practically didn’t.” Niall smirks and he teasingly pinches your hand through the glove.
Niall has leaded you to a piece of nature near his house, with a rocky subsoil and tall trees surrounding.
“It’ll be worth it, trust me”, Niall says when he cleverly avoids a sharp rock.
“I can’t feel my fingertips anymore”, you whine.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost there!” Niall says, ignoring your last sentence. You don’t understand how he can even act so happy and jumpy when it might be around -10 degrees Celsius outside. With a soft groan you realize it starts to snow now as well. And not just leisurely: thick, white and fluffy looking snowflakes fall down the sky and cover the ground with a little soft carpet in no-time. You put your scarves up a bit higher to cover your neck. Suddenly you notice Niall has stopped walking and he grabs your hands again, both now. His face is only a few centimetres away from you and you feel his cold breath tickling your face as he pulls you closer to him and you walk along with your arms resting onto each other’s back.
“Close your eyes, babe, and don’t be scared”, Niall whispers. Suddenly you totally forget it is so cold outside, just by hearing the tone in Niall’s intense voice. You slowly step forward and feel your feet destroying the fresh snow on the ground. You still walk with your eyes closed, feeling completely safe because Niall is holding you. Your feet suddenly hit something more flat. It sounds like you’re walking on a wooden ground now. You hear Niall stops walking, because his footsteps don’t sound any longer and he lets you go. That makes you quite scared and you want to open your eyes, but you still feel Niall standing beside you and messing with some things that sound like…keys?
“Keys?” You plump out. Niall’s laugh follows and by the way he sounds you can just tell he’s shaking his head. A door opens, but you don’t want to ruin the surprise and wait until Niall allows you to look again. He grabs your hand and you step forward. As a door behind you closes, a comfortable feeling immediately appears around you.
“Open your eyes, welcome to our paradise”, Niall whispers sensually and you dare to look.
You don’t do anything but gasp when you open your eyes and watch the area around you.
Niall has brought you to a little house that looks like one you stay at when you’re on a skiing holiday: it’s completely built using a light kind of wood and a soft ancient light welcomes you. There’s actually a stove at the left of this room, with a crackling fire to keep you warm. An enormous brown couch with soft looking white pillows stands at the left and you discover a bearskin in front of the stove now.
“Wow”, you just say and you look at Niall. It’s not the cold that gives you shivers now any longer.
Niall grabs your hands and removes your gloves, his cold fingers accidentally touch your face as he detaches the scarves and unzips your jacket. It’s really nice and warm in this little cottage and according to Niall, it’s completely yours.
You either haven’t noticed or Niall has magic powers, because he suddenly stands in front of you without his jacket and other winter stuff on.
“You have red cheeks from the cold”, Niall cutely says and he strokes your cheek. You grab his hand in a reflex.
“Your hands are cold!” You shout and you smile shyly. Niall looks at you, a soft shadow paired with lights from the fire lay around his face and he shows you a crooked smile.
“Sorry”, he says, probably even more shy than you’re feeling right now. “So…. Do you like it?” He gestures at the device of the cottage and awaits your reaction.
“I love it!” You say, still overwhelmed. “It’s so sweet, Niall, how did you-…” You don’t finish your sentence, because Niall interrupts you:
“Come on, you’re still cold, I have a soft plaid on the couch.” He carefully helps you through the room and you sit down on the couch, with your legs pulled up against your upper body, your arms lying around your knees. Your toes are still really cold, but that might be because you don’t really have shoes for the winter. Niall has grabbed a large green plaid and sits down next to you as he puts the blanket over you both. Under the blanket on the couch, he puts his arms around you and his cold lips leave a kiss on your cheek. You snuggle up next to him and bury your face in his warm sweater, onto his chest, with your hand lying over his body and his shoulder. You look up at Niall as your bodies slowly get warmer. Niall smiles at you. The mischievous twinkles in eyes have actually never left.
The orange fire and burning wood in the stove in front of you also leave a comfortable glow of warmth and Niall and you both stare into the flames, sitting there in silence with your arms around each other under a green plaid. Niall strokes a few almost melted snowflakes from your hair and you giggle softly, putting a kiss just under his jawline. You feel so safe with him.
The sound of roaring burning branches sounds in the background, when Niall looks you in the eyes with a significant glance and doesn’t speak, but that’s not necessary:
True love doesn’t need words.

Liam Payne

#Imagine:
“I am so excited! I don’t think I’m able to function properly anymore! Ah, what if I’m going to faint? What if they don’t… What if I wi-…”
“Oh, shut up, you’re not going to die, it’s just a signing!” With a smirk you shout at your friend, who’s nervously standing next to you. Secretly you’re feeling twitchy inside as well, but you try to hide it to calm your friend. She doesn’t have to know it feels like thousands of armies are fighting inside your tummy right now.
“I know”, your friend says with a deep sigh and she grabs your hand. You notice she’s quivering all over her body and shake your head with a weak grin.
“Now get in line, babe, we don’t want to get late!” You encourage her to walk further.
“Then hold me, I think I’m going to fall over.” You cover your face with your hands and groan softly, before taking her hand.
“Okay, but only if you stop whining. That’s not attractive at all! How do you want to impress the lads by acting like a complete idiot?”

It took lots of time, effort and the necessary bruises to get here, but finally you’re inside the building, waiting in line for possibly one of the most amazing days of your life. You have been supporting these five lads for a long, long time already: you’ve cried over them, you’ve sympathized with them over every little good and bad thing that have happened in their careers… And right now you’re about to meet them. The nerves actually start to take over control, but you try to keep them away. The advice you just gave to your friend also applies to you.
“They are only a few meters in front of us, [Your Name], do you see it? Do you feel it? Oh god, I think I see Harry’s hair! OH DEAR that’s Niall’s hand!” With a quick sudden move you cover your friend’s mouth with your hand and try not to scream at her.
“You’re making me nervous, stop raving out nonsense!” It’s getting more crowded and the girls around you keep pushing you out of their ways, but you try to keep place and walk forward. Eventually your best friend shuts up and bites her lip, knowing she should stop fangirling like this, otherwise something terrible will happen.
“I get it now, sorry. I think I just can’t handle the pressure”, she says with a crooked smile.
Only a few steps forward and you’re about to reach the table: finally you’re able to spot the five perfect boys right in front of you, in real life: One Direction. Niall’s at the left, he’s wearing a red snapback and a white tank top with a low neck so you’re able to see his chest a little. After Niall you see Harry: his curls are the first things you immediately notice. Lou has exceeded herself for real. It looks like she just styled Harry’s hair because you two are visiting the lads today. After Harry, there’s Liam, with a big, cute grin on his face as always, giving a high-five to every girl that passes. Next to Liam, there’s Zayn and Louis, both looking stunning. You discover Zayn’s arm that’s kind of covered in tattoos and Louis’ gorgeous blue eyes.
You quickly blink and remember you have arrived at the signing table.
“Hi, Niall!” You say with a smile when he sees you.
“Hey, babe! How are you?” Niall answers and you hand him the CD, so he can sign it. Unfortunately you have to move on very quickly before you’re even able to reply, because the security wants it like that.
“Can I get a hug, please?” You hear your friend saying next to you, with an enthusiastic overtone in her voice, and Niall stands up already, although the security doesn’t allow him. You just glance at Harry, who looks back at you with twinkling eyes, when something very unexpected happens:
You don’t even realize how, but what you do know is that a shriek sounds and the table falls over all of a sudden. A loud smack and the sound of screaming girls fills the room, when you stumble over the table and fall right on top of someone. It goes so incredibly swift that you’re feeling a bit dizzy when you hit the ground and the person below you.
“Oh I’m so sorry!” You shout in the chaos and you try to get off, but it does not work because your foot got stuck behind.
“It’s okay, let me help you!” A soft, deep, though very loud voice sounds. Your heart skips a beat when you realize it’s Liam’s. You’ve just landed on top of him by falling over! You look up and notice his face is very close to yours. He smiles at shyly he watches your eyes when he puts his strong arms around you to lift you up and get you off his body. He quickly grabs your hand and tells you to go and run with him backstage. You glance behind you and notice a few girls have been taken back by the security and others are fleeing from here with the boys as well. You walk further and further, as the loud screaming gets softer and you arrive backstage.
You blush when you notice Liam has been holding your hand all the time to take you with him, but don’t release it.
“What… Was that?” You dare to pronounce when you finally sit down somewhere on a couch. God knows how you’ve gotten here and how you’re even able to speak in presence of the whole of One Direction, including around ten girls. Liam has sat down on the couch next to you and puts his left arm on the backrest so it stays behind you, he pulls his right hand through his hair and sighs deeply with a confused expression on his face.
“If only I knew…” He whispers and he shakes his head, looking around the group. Niall even looks scared: his blue eyes are big and round, red blotches have appeared on his cheeks. Louis is just sitting there with his hands in front of his mouth.
“My friend just w-wanted to hu-hug Niall”, you stutter incredulously.
“And then the table…broke? How hilarious”, Liam says with a grin and he looks at you, then at Zayn. Zayn doesn’t really seem to find it funny, but you actually do and start to laugh with Liam. It sounds like a very nervous, uncomfortable laugh, but that doesn’t mean you’re not honest. Liam puts up his hand and invites you for a high five: you immediately accept.
“I don’t care staying here with you a little longer”, Liam admits and he smiles at you, putting his left arm a bit closer so it lays over your shoulders right now. “You’re the only one who seems to like my humour at the moment.” He grins cutely. You actually didn’t really expect something like this from Liam, but you actually like it. A lot. “So tell me, what’s your name?” Liam asks. While the others start to speak to each other, you’re having an actual conversation with Liam:
“I’m [Your Name]. Pretty weird to end up here with you all, though”, you say, still not believing this is real.
“Nice to meet you!” Liam says and his brown eyes sparkle while looking at you.
Your friend might be clumsy, but you did not really see this coming. And in the end, it is not even her who has fallen over, but you…on top of Liam Payne.

Zayn Malik

#Imagine:
“No!” With your free hand, you grab the door handle and open the front door. “Don’t…don’t touch me.” Your heart is beating louder and louder, as you step forward. You feel your heartbeat in your throat and it feels like you just swallowed little stones that make the gap in your trachea smaller. Your cheeks are hot and your face is full of red blotches, caused by the fact you’ve been crying. Tears are still streaming down your face and your legs are sore, knees are weak.
“Wait, [Your Name]! I-…” A desperate voice sounds behind you, but you try to ignore it.
“You don’t deserve me…” You softly whisper to yourself and while biting your lip, you step outside in the cold wind and close the door behind you with a loud smash. Eventually outside, you collapse on your knees, on the steps of the little stairs in front of the door. You bury your face in your hands and burst out into tears.
How could he? How could he just do this to you and leave you heartbroken, all alone? There’s no way he could make this right again.
With trembling arms and shaking legs you stand up, while the door opens behind you. In one fast, angry move, you turn around again.
“Now tell me?!” You shout loudly, your eyes almost spit fire. “What do you want from me?” You start to pant and your muscles are all tense. It remains silent, apart from your screaming echoing through the empty streets. Right there, in front of you, stands the boy you fell in love with. Or…
Suddenly you shake your head and look at him alertly. His brown and moist eyes look deplorable, his cheeks are wet from crying and his eyebrows form a hopeless frown. His usually nice styled black hair, lies along his face as if it’s inanimate. He opens his mouth, his perfect lips form your name and it’s like you’re stuck to the ground with super glue.
“I don’t want your excuses, Zayn.” Your voice doesn’t sound that persuading, but Zayn’s facial expression immediately changes in one second, as if he’s in deep pain. He sadly shakes his head, clenching his fists, as he closes his eyes and a tear falls down his eyelashes.
‘Turn around’, a voice in your mind repeats. ‘Walk away from him!’ But you don’t do anything and stare at Zayn. You just can’t walk away while seeing him like that, although your mind tells you not to stay. You love him.
Zayn steps forward and takes a deep breath, that sound makes you shiver over your back.
“Just listen to me. For a few minutes. For a few seconds. I don’t care, just listen to me”, he says. His voice sounds deep and soft, raspy as well. You can hear he’s been crying. “But please, don’t-… Don’t walk away.” Zayn’s voice breaks and he sniffs to keep in the tears. He’s having a hard time speaking properly, because the next sentence gets whispered: “Please don’t walk away. It’s like…my heart gets ripped out of my body.” Zayn starts to cry softly when you don’t reply and you’re absolutely nailed to the ground, not able to speak a word. Zayn slowly turns around.
“Have you said that to her as well?” You whisper and Zayn looks up. As you look each other in the eyes, something breaks inside you again and you start to yell. “Why, Zayn? I thought we were meant to be together! I thought…nothing would ever come between us. I thought what we had was real!” The last word gets spit out and Zayn cringes. You walk into him, he’s staring at you like he’s a deer in front of bright car lights, awaiting his death. You swallow and speak with a trembling voice: “Why did you kiss her, Zayn?”
With that sentence, Zayn’s lower lip starts to tremble and his eyes get even more teary.
“I was wrong. I was so, so wrong”, is all Zayn can say and he desperately puts his arms high up in the sky. You bite your lip and notice it starts to rain. You don’t mind at all. All that matters is that stupid boy standing in front of you. That stupid, stupid boy that broke your heart. That stupid boy you still love.
“I don’t know what I was doing, [Your Name]. I just know… No”, Zayn struggles with himself and he pulls his hands through his hair, searching for a solution.
The rain’s getting heavier and you feel your thin clothes getting wet. Zayn’s voice gets stuck in his throat and locks of black hair fall down his face together with the rain drops.
“I am sorry.” The words Zayn just spoke penetrate your mind and you look him into his brown, beautiful eyes, to realize he speaks the truth. “I am sorry and you don’t know how much I want you to forgive me, [Your Name].” Zayn steps closer, so his moist face is near yours. You look up at him, with the starry sky behind him, the teardrops and the raindrops being a perfect sad combination. He grabs one of your hands and you don’t even feel like shaking it off.
“Zayn…” You whisper.
“If only I could do this over again”, Zayn says intensely. “I feel so sorry.” A raindrop rolls down his nose and falls down right onto your hands. It remains silent and for a moment you can only hear the rain falling down on the pavement and the road. Zayn grabs your other hand and whispers: “I love you, [Your Name]. I truly do.”
His eyes are begging you and a sudden feeling floods over your body when you grab Zayn’s head and kiss him. Kiss him, passionately, while holding him so tight like you never want to let go ever again. Zayn answers to your kiss and his arms fold around your waist, pulling you close to his body. You don’t let go and open your mouth a little when you feel his soft tongue going along your lips lovingly and the rain falls down over your back. You suddenly let go of him and cry loudly, burying your face in his wet hair, his luscious and familiar smelling body odour makes you feel safe. You close your eyes and stay there, being in an intense embrace with Zayn in front of his house, while the rain’s falling down on you. You hear Zayn’s heartbeat close to you through his shirt and sigh deeply, whispering the last saving words:
“I forgive you.”

Harry Styles

#Imagine:
Green, large leaves everywhere, immense trees that rise up to the sky as high as skyscrapers, the most beautiful coloured tropical flowers, animal sounds around you and the smell of a moist rainforest… With your eyes closed you try to perceive everything at once.
“Oh you wouldn’t”, a voice near you speaks and a smile appears around your lips, your eyes still unopened.
“Oh I would”, you speak with a mischievous chuckle and you turn around, slowly opening your eyes as your feet almost get stuck in the marshy ground. A tropical-looking bird flies over and makes a certain sound human can’t even imitate.
“Are you that brave?” The voice speaks again, right now from another point, so you turn around again. You immediately look right into a pair of green eyes, which have a frolic twinkle in them. Brown curls cover the person’s forehead as dimples appear on his cheeks, while he smiles. “I challenge you herewith.” You go and stand in front of your boyfriend, with your arms folded.
“Harry”, you carefully pronounce his name, “I would do it. You know I’m bad at lying, don’t you?” With a wide grin you grab his hand and you walk further through the forest, watching the path in front of you closely. Your hiking boots sink into the subsoil while stepping forward.
“Follow me, love!” Harry suddenly shouts and he steps around you to run further. “It’s only a few hundred meters away from here!” You shrug your shoulders and follow him. You see his curly hair bouncing up and down while he’s running and that makes you smile like an idiot.
Finally he stops running and you notice the forest suddenly became lighter and less overgrown. Harry stands still and watches you with his stunning smile. With his left hand he points at the light place.
“That way”, he says and he goes into the direction he just indicated. Again, you follow him and when you arrive at the light place, your jaw immediately drops.
You’re at the place where the forest stops to exist. Suddenly, the green plants and colourful flowers make place for a rocky, hard and sandy subsoil. The air doesn’t feel moist anymore and is suddenly fresh. You have an amazing view from here, over the sea and the town near, because this place is much higher than the houses down. The sky is heavenly blue, with large, fluffy clouds. You hear the sound of a waterfall near and you just know Harry is walking that way.
“Oh dear…” You whisper and your heart starts to beat faster when you discover the cliff.
“You said you’d do it”, Harry smirks.
“I know…” You say, almost soundless and it feels like someone put heavy rocks in your shoes while you walk into Harry.
“Alright, who’s going first?” Harry says and he turns around, looking beautiful in the warm and sparkling sunlight. You don’t even take the time to shake your head or answer him, because you don’t want to move.
“Bra-ve-ry…” Harry’s melodious voice sounds and he stands right next to you, while his warm breath tickles your skin. “You…promised.” His lips slowly kiss your jaw and a shiver appears on your back. Your heart keeps pounding louder when Harry almost reaches your lips… Suddenly he turns around and the intimate moment is all gone.
“We can also go together at the same time?” Harry says happily and he already starts to put out his shirt. His naked chest is now visible and you can’t do anything but stare at his perfectly-shaped torso. Harry puts off his shoes and lays them down next to him on the rocks. “Well?” He says and he raises one eyebrow. He’s only dressed in his shorts right now and the look on his face is questionable. You blink and shake your head, realizing you’ve been standing here for a while without moving.
“I am going with you”, you say determined. All the fear is suddenly gone and you put off your jacket and shoes as well, so you’re currently wearing a bra and trousers. You also lay down your bag next to Harry’s clothes and take a deep breath.
“Let’s do it”, you say. Though you’re kind of sure, your voice trembles and a little person back in your head tells you not to do it.
“Alright that’s how I like it!” Harry shouts excited. He grabs your hand and you step forward, to the edge of the cliff. The deep blue water beneath sparkles in the sunlight and lays there, happily awaiting your jump. You don’t even want to know how high it is from here to down there.
“I’m counting…” Harry says and he looks at you, his eyes focused on your lips as he speaks. “On one, we jump, okay?” You nod almost invisibly and swallow as Harry starts to count.
“Three…” Your heart starts to beat faster and you look into the water, biting your lip.
“Two…” You close your eyes and your grip on Harry’s hand tightens.
“ONE, NOW!” Harry shouts and you both jump at the same time.
For a short while, the only thing you can feel is Harry’s hand holding yours and you feel totally weightless. Just as your heart skips a beat, you hear Harry’s laugh and you open your eyes. You can just see yourself and Harry falling down into the water. For a moment, all you see is the blue water around you and Harry’s angelic face in front of you. The sound is completely blocked under water. Harry isn’t holding your hand anymore and with his right forefinger he points up. You get what he means and you start to swim.
“That was amazing!” Harry speaks, when you take a deep breath of fresh air. His wet hair adorns his face and he grins at you, swimming closer. “I am glad I was able to spend that moment with you”, he whispers and his wet lips meet yours. With that passionate kiss, you realize you’re really, really fortunate. You kiss him back, gently and Harry’s hands lay on your shoulder and the back of your head. When he stops kissing you, he gets back and looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
“Baby…” He says and he raises one hand to stroke your cheek. “I’d say… I would jump off a cliff for you… But we already did… Together.” You start to chuckle and Harry joins you laughing, while you swim to the sand place beneath the cliff.
“I mean it though”, Harry says and he lays down on the sand. You lie down next to him and he puts his arms around you. He kisses your neck and whispers: “I never ever want to lose you, [Your Name]. You’re my everything.”

Niall Horan

#Imagine:
"[Your Name]?" A soft voice sounds from near you, a little bit behind. You don't turn your head around when you hear your name, but just stare outside, in the distance. The rain's ticking against the moist windows and a shiver goes down your spine when you notice it's actually really cold in the room. You remain sitting and watch a raindrop gliding down the glass in front of you.
"Babe? I would-..." You hear again, but louder.
"WHAT!" You scream, angrier than it is actually meant and you immediately turn around, to discover a dark shadow in the door opening. “Why don’t you just leave me a-…” You start angrily, but when you see the person’s face your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your voice breaks as you try to speak further, but a haze before your eyes makes you feel hopeless. Without a caution you burst out into tears and you almost don’t notice someone’s approaching from the door.
“Please, don’t cry anymore”, the soft voice is speaking to you and you feel a hand on your shoulder. You don’t even try to shake it off.
“Niall, I-… I am so sorry”, you say with a trembling voice, but Niall takes you in his arms so you keep your mouth shut. His strong arms fold around your back and you cry softly with your head resting on his chest.
“It’s totally okay, I’m here now”, Niall whispers softly and he strokes your hair, kissing your forehead with his soft and warm lips. As Niall hugs you tightly and whispers nice words to you, you finally calm down, listening to the raindrops falling down on the roof above you. You feel Niall’s heartbeat through his sweater against your ear and you close your eyes.
“You will be alright, trust me. It’s alright”, Niall says and you look up, at his beautiful smile.
“Thank you, Nialler”, you stutter and you sit back up. Niall wipes some hair out of your face and dries your tears with the sleeve of his sweater. His blue eyes are focused on you and he takes your hands.
“Seeing you cry makes me feel so sad”, he says and one of his fingers holds still at your cheek. “But still…” His eyes twinkle and he chuckles softly. “You look beautiful.”
You don’t know how to reply so you just close your eyes and shake your head.
“I mean it”, Niall says and he keeps staring at you. Eventually, he moves closer and his lips meet yours. It’s like a butterfly sits down on your lips and flies away again, because that moment is over in only a few seconds.
“I love you, [Your Name]. Don’t you ever forget that”, says Niall and he puts his arms around you to keep you safe forever.

Harry Styles

#Imagine:
“What?!” With the necessary effort, you try to lift your hands up in the air.
“How many are there? How many, did you say?” With your arms you try to push the people around you a bit aside so you’re able to pass.
“I said, a hundred.” While pushing girls out of your way, you grab your friend’s hand tightly, as she watches you with a frown on her face.
“Only one hundred... That’s like, a chance to find a gold bar in the middle of a restaurant with dancing monkeys.” You sigh and blow a lock of hair out of your face, though your friend, just sighs, caused by your weird random joke. Or…it was an example, actually.
“We need to run, babe”, you suddenly decide. “Or we will arrive too late.”

“I need it!”
“Why don’t they just hurry up?”
“Oh, this is so frustrating, I’m going to cry!”
“Oh my god.”
Ten thousands of girls are standing all around you. The street looks almost black caused by the amount of Directioners and shouts and a lot of noise sound all over the place.
“[Your Name]?” You can barely hear her, but fortunately your friend is wearing a neon pink cap today with black letters on it, so it’s easier to find her in the crowd.
Every single girl who’s currently standing in the queue on the street is extremely nervous. The doors of the mall in front of you can open every second.
“I need those wristbands!” You exclaim and you nervously bite your lip. Just when you’re about to tell your friend something more, girls suddenly start to scream and you just know the doors are opening.
“Please”, you whisper to yourself as everyone starts to push. You’re quite sure you’re not going to get in time without pushing at all.
Only one hundred wristbands and about six or maybe even eight times that amount of people in the centre of London, all Directioners. You feel your heart starts to beat louder and louder and your friend pinches your hand as you hold hers tightly. It’s quite obvious to admit you’ve never ever felt so extremely claustrophobic in your entire life. Also, at the end of the day you’ll most probably be deaf on a high level. Teenage girls sure produce a very loud screaming, no doubt. Evidence can be found over here!
It didn’t go that quick over there at the doors and you widen your eyes with every step you take closer. It’s not possible to communicate normally with your friend now anymore: you just do it by pinching and looking each other in the eyes briefly. And you try to drag her further into the crowd.
“We’re going to be too late”, you mumble all over again, but the door is coming closer. By pushing a few girls out of your way, you’re exactly creating a temporary path for two people.
“The doors!” Your friend shouts as loud as she can. One more step and you’re inside the building!
The large table with the people who are giving the wristbands away is visible now.
Oh my god. That’s not…
“There’s almost nothing left, be quick!” You shout and your friend drags you with her again.
Finally, you reach the table, but over there, something horrible is taking place.
“Alright girls, I am extremely sorry, but this is the last one”, a man with a quiff says and he looks at you both. The security stops the other girls behind you. Oh no.
This is absolutely horrible. Unimaginable.
“So, ladies?” The man says. You and your friend glance at each other and she speaks:
“Sir, is there any way we can go there together, please?” She begs and the man frowns.
“Hang on.” He disappears and you remain anxiously.
“If only one person is allowed to go inside, you go”, your friend whispers in your ear.
“Are you crazy! We’re both going or I am not going either”, you tell her, but the man’s already coming back.
“Listen up”, he says, “I can get one more wristband, but I need to request you to come with me now.” He gestures you need to follow him.
“Thank you so much, mister!” You shout happily and you climb over the table to follow the man through the corridors of the building.
“Just remember we only do this once”, the man says and you both nod heavily. He closes the door and you arrive at a long hallway with a purple carpet in it. Your friend grabs your hand when your shoes touch the soft carpet. You’re feeling nervous already, it’s ridiculous! You glance at your friend, but you both look up as you suddenly hear the man’s voice speaking again:
“What are you doing here?” You frown, because you don’t have a clue what the man is talking about.
“Excuse m-…” You start, but you remain silent and gasp as you have a look who’s currently standing in front of you.
“I don’t know, maybe I just went to the toilet or something?” A warm, slow and deep voice speaks sarcastically.
Your friend shrieks and your jaw drops, when one of the boys you admire so much steps in front of you. His green eyes sparkle and dimples appear on his cheeks as he smiles back at you.
“Hello, ladies”, he slowly says. You try to keep it in, but your friend is almost fainting right next to you. You swallow once because it kind of feels like something is stuck in your throat.
“Hi Harry”, you manage to say. Harry smiles at you and asks:
“What kind of things have you done, that you’re suddenly here?” He gestures at the rest of the corridor and the man who brought you here. You shrug your shoulders.
“Nothing much, really. There was only one wristband left. But we both didn’t want to go without each other. At least, I-…”
“Girls?” The unknown man starts, with a strict overtone in his voice, but Harry waves at him with his right hand, not paying attention at his strict speaking.
“Leave it, Brendon, it’s alright.” Then he completely ignores the –before- unknown man, whose name apparently is Brendon, and turns to you and your friend. On the outside you are calm, but on the inside, your heart is on fire and your mind is a mess.
“Are you okay?” Harry asks your friend, who covered her eyes with her hands because she is currently crying. Harry lays one hand on her shoulder and she smiles again.
“It’s okay… It’s just…” Your friend stops talking and you take it over:
“We didn’t expect to meet you here, really”, you speak softly and Harry’s eyes watch you with a friendly twinkle.
“I can imagine”, he says. “So tell me babe, what’s your name?”
“I am [Your Name]”, you say with a shy smile and your cheeks turn soft red. Your friend pronounces her name now as well, but it’s a bit difficult to her.
“Anyway,” Harry says, “would it be a nice idea to lead you a bit through the building? You won’t even need the wristbands and if you want I can ask the lads to come over here so we can sign anything you wanted to get signed?” That long sentence made you speechless and a little bit confused as well. Why on earth did he ask that?
“I’m okay with that”, you say, before you even realize.
“Great!” Harry says with a smirk and he grabs your hand. It immediately feels like that spot is on fire, while Harry’s soft hand touches yours and his fingers fold over yours.
“Hey!” The Brendon-person shouts.
“Quick girls, run!” Harry says with a chuckle and you start to run over the purple carpet with the three of you, the man still shouting several things at you.
Aw, poor Brendon. At least he was your Golden Ticket to meet Harry and the lads, not a wristband. Anyway, you’d thank him later…

Possibly to be continued as well!!