I woke up the same way as always. My alarm always had to ruin my action filled dreams, but this time for some odd reason, I was very excited to meet one direction for their fitting. All I knew was that I needed to look nice.

I rolled out of bed, and walked into the bathroom for a steamy shower. As I stood in the shower I glanced at my arms, my left arm in particular. The scars had faded, but not completely. Still standing motionless, letting the hot water completely hold me, I was analysing my life. Thoughts flooded my mind, how could someone ever love a mentally unstable girl? To be honest I couldn't see anyone ever ending up with me for various reasons in which I would not want to touch on. But my scars were the main point. Before I could get any deeper into the thoughts I snapped out of it, quickly turning off the water to get myself ready.

I dried my hair quickly, styling it nicely before I rushed out to get dressed. I walked at a steady pace down the stairs, as the last thing I needed was to fall down them. I proceeded to put on a light amount of make-up, adding a small wing to my eye liner and I headed out the door. On my way to the fashion studio, I was extremely anxious about meeting the boys. All I knew was that I had to keep it together, no matter who they were.

I soon pulled up to the studio, and walked through the large glass doors, keeping to myself as I headed straight to my office. My appointment with the boys was now only thirty minutes away, which gave me time to fix up the designs I sketched last night, and possibly make them more appealing. Time was passing slowly as all I could think of was meeting them all. Before I knew it the phone rang, indicating it was time to meet the boys. I answered confidently to be told the boys were waiting downstairs.

I ran down the hall to the elevator, and made an entrance into the lobby, only to be greeted by five beautiful boys. I swiftly made my way over to introduce myself, they were much taller than I had expected. I walked to the blonde at the end first.

"Hello I’m Amy" I said with a kind smile as he responded with

"I’m Niall." taking my hand in his and gently shaking it i moved on to the boy standing next to him,

"Zayn" he said with a beautiful smile and he shook my hand. Next was the boy I was admiring, I could feel my cheeks flushing into a soft red.

"Amy" I said shyly.

"Harry" he said back, he stared into my eyes and I looked into his deep green ones.

Something felt familiar about this boy, but I couldn’t seem to figure out what it was. Again, I caught myself in my thoughts, and yet again I snapped out of it. I smiled up at his tall figure, as he flashed me a deep dimpled smile in return. The boy standing next to him was slightly giggling, and from that I just knew it had to be Louis.

"Hi." I said reaching out my hand, with his response

"Hello, I’m Louis."

And the last one was Liam, as tall as he was he seemed so kind hearted. I looked up at him and smiled as he did in return, this time instead of shaking my hand, he brought me into a deep hug.

"I’m Liam." He said, and I stepped back nodding slightly at him.

"If you boys could follow me, I'll lead you to my office and show you the outfits to see what you think" I said as it turned to the elevator, and allowed them to go in first. I walked in and pressed number two, which should take us right up to my office door.

The elevator ride was silent and a tad awkward as we came up to the second floor. This time the boys allowed me to exit first, and I opened the door and slightly strutted to my desk where I had the designs laid out.

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"Okay boys, each one of you has three outfits. All three will be on this page." I said as I passed out their sketch papers, allowing them to look at them and decide if that's what they wanted.

Niall spoke up first. "I like this one the most, the collar is defined" He said.

I giggled at him, as did the rest of the boys. Harry seemed a bit stiff, I assumed he was sore. All the boys seemed to agree that the designs were to their liking, and that was my queue to start measuring them for their outfits to be a perfect fit. I decided I wanted to start with Harry.  

"Alright, I’m going to need you to hold your arms out by your side. Now, would you want this to be a tight shirt or a loose one?" I questioned as i looked up at him,

"Loose." He simply replied.

I felt as though I was bothering him, so I just continued my measurements without a word, which he seemed completely content with.