I turned away from the sight in front of me, of course she would have a boyfriend. Just by looking at her you could tell that she's everything a guy wants. Grabbing my bag from the side of the pool, I walked to the mens locker room.

I really didn't know what I had expected after I had seen her, I had that hope inside of me that she would have been mine one day, but, just as soon as that hope was there, it disappeared just as quickly. After awhile of standing underneath the now cold shower water in the locker room, I stepped out, searching for any sign of my towel which I had left on the bench.

The only thing was that my hand only met nothing. Quickly, I glanced down at the bench, seeing if I had just missed my towel by mistake but, no, my towel was literally gone. To make the matters even worse, my bag that had my keys, and all my other personal belongs was missing as well.

"Shit," I muttered, checking under the bench just in case. I looked around at all the men around me. I usually never stalled, but with all of my things missing, I couldn't even leave the pool.

"Oi, Horan." I turned, meeting the eyes of my best friend, Harry Styles. "I believe I just saved your sorry ass from being robbed."

I grinned, taking my bag and spare clothes from Harry, "Thanks, I really don't know what'd I do without you, Harry."

Harry nodded, flexing his pathetically non-muscular arm. "I know, I'm the strongest man you'll ever know."

I laughed, shaking my head at him. "Idiot." I waved quickly, wanting to get out of the already smelling locker room as quickly as possible.

Me, being the idiot as I was, I was walking while texting on my phone and walked right into someone. I swear, if a director was hiding somewhere with his big camera and planned on filming some kind of cliche love story, then this would be the one.

The girl I just so happened to bump into just happened to be the girl I thought of as Ariel.

"I'm so sorry!" She muttered as her papers that she was holding started flying. I grinned, trying not to laugh at how awkward the poor girl was.

"That's quite alright. It was my fault anyways."

She looked at me as I spoke, her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Your accent is different. Are you Irish?"

I nodded, feeling slightly joyful that she had distinguished my accent against all of the other ones among us.

"That's wonderful. I've always wanted to meet an Irish person." She laughed and I felt like my feet would collapse underneath me, her laugh was like she was some kind of angel sent form above. The way her wet hair dangled in ringlets surrounding her face, and how her glasses were perched a top her nose.

I felt like swooning just at the sight.

"I'm Ariella." Her voice seemed to bring me back from my imagination, and I took note of how similar her name was to Ariel's.

I grinned, "I'm Niall."

"Well, Niall, it was great meeting you, but my boyfriend is waiting, so I have to go. . . " She frowned, as if she was upset she had to leave.

Yet, really, who would be upset about leaving me?

As she turned to go, I stopped her one last time, "Hey, Ariella, do you mind if I call you Ariel?"