Harry: You're running late to your shift at Ralph Lauren and the enormous crowds in your way aren't making things any easier. After pushing your way through the girls, you smile when you notice the security guard standing by the closed glass doors. He greets you as he does every day opening the door to the surprisingly empty store for you to make your way inside. Looking around curiously, you push your caramel colored locks from your face while making your way towards the counter. Setting your stuff down in the cabinet, you turn to your coworker. "What's going on?" you asked leaning back against the wood to take in the empty store. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a mop of curly brown hair making its way around the racks. The older blonde woman shrugs, eyes trained on the boy as he makes his way towards the counter. Looking at him as if he's any other customer, you smile while leaning towards the cash register. "Can I help you?" you asked him, watching as a genuine smile spreads across his handsome face. "Can you let me in the dressing room love?" he asks, nodding towards the fitting rooms. As you make your way around the counter, he moves back to allow you to step around him and suddenly the crowd outside erupts. Turning your head towards the glass windows, you notice he has placed himself between you and the watchful gaze of the crowd outside. "Sorry about this" he mumbles quietly, his deep voice mixed with the loud crowd makes it almost impossible to hear him. The two of you make your way towards the fitting room, him stepping back as you unlock the white door to allow him inside. "Pretty crazy out there isn't it?" you say trying to make conversation with a paying customer. He smiles shyly while brushing past you slowly, green eyes locked on yours in wonderment. "I wonder why they're all out there," you question aloud leaning back against the wall in case he needs something. "I have no fucking idea" he laughs opening the door to step out in a pair of dark green colored khakis. "What do you think of these?" he asks you, turning to look in the floor to ceiling mirror at the end of the hall. "Well, I do love colored khakis on men so you're all good" you tell him watching as he turns his whole body towards yours. "Do you now? Well maybe me, you, and these colored khakis could go out sometime" he asks with a cheeky smile. You stand there in your favorite light pink Polo button down tucked inside a pair dark washed jeans, one foot crossed over the over. For some reason you're enamored by the young man in front of you, his easy smile and carefree personality make you unable to say no. "Well, you should at least tell me your name first" you ask with a shy smile. The crowd outside starts chanting and he suddenly looks nervous. "It's, it's Harry" he says slowly watching as your eyes start to make the connections he had hoped you wouldn't. "Harry as in... that Harry" you ask, pointing one manicured fingernail towards the front of the store. His large hands shove themselves into the pockets of his pants as he hangs his head and nods. "Huh... you must be a pretty big deal then" you laugh cautiously watching as he lifts his head to lock his gaze on yours. "So they tell me... is that a yes then? Since I told you my name and all" he pushes again standing in the doorway of the dressing room. "Sure, why not... I'm (Y/N). I get off at 6, see you and your colored khakis then" you say with a smile while making your way back towards the front of the store, eagerly awaiting the clock to strike six.

Louis: It's early, too early in the morning to be up but for some reason your body decided it was time to get up. Groggily making your way towards the kitchen, you pass the bathroom to notice your roommate/best friend getting ready for work. Shuffling against the cold tile of the kitchen you open the stainless steel doors of the fridge and groan loudly. "Oh yeah... I forgot to go to the grocery store" your roommate calls out brushing past the open entryway towards the front door of your apartment. "See you later, love you, bye" she calls shutting the door behind her. "Oh yeah, no, totally, I'll go to the grocery store... no problem. Fucking bitch" you murmur jokingly while making your way back towards your bedroom. Pulling on a bra and a clean shirt you slid your black rimmed glasses onto your sleepy eyes. Staggering around the room while trying to pull your black leggings up your legs, you stumble into the dresser and knock your cars keys from the surface. Groaning at the obviously awesome start to your day, you pick them up and grab your purse. After driving towards the small, family owned grocery store, you pull into the mostly empty parking lot and tiredly make your way inside. Grabbing a cart that won't annoy you for your early morning shopping trip, you start to make your way around all the while not knowing what to get. You randomly start making your way down aisles, grabbing things you've seen in your fridge before. Once you're finish you begin to make your way towards the registers overlooking everything you have in your cart. "Shit... I don't have any damn breakfast food, it's breakfast" you tell yourself quietly, turning your cart towards the cereal aisle. You park your cart in front of the wide selection and start the difficult task of deciding which one you want. As your mulling over your choices, you notice a boy at the end of the aisle doing the same thing. Deciding on a family sized box of Special K, you stretch up on the tips of your toes to reach the box inconveniently placed at the very top of the shelf. Huffing in frustration as you try for the third time to scoot the box off the shelf, you feel a warm body press against the side of your outstretched arm. Looking to your left you notice the boy from a few moments ago effortlessly reaching for your desired box. "Is this the one you wanted love?" he asks, turning the front of the box towards you. You nod your head reaching your smaller fingers towards his and toss the box in your cart. "Thank you" you say, pushing your cart towards the cash register. You notice he falls in to step beside you and your turn your eyes towards the hand basket he's carrying. "You like a lot of easy to make things don't you?" you ask trying to make conversation with the kind boy who had handed you your must have breakfast food. "Well... I am a boy and I can't really cook; my roommate can but me, not so much" he shrugs, stepping aside to allow you to check out first. "Well, can't your roommate just cook for you?" you ask as you start to load your things onto the conveyor belt. "Normally he does but he's out of town visiting family so... it's up to me to survive for the week" he jokes, blue eyes sparkling despite the early time. You nod your head silently letting your eyes wash over his body dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and a striped shirt with a maroon beanie pulled over his hair. You stand there as the cashier begins ringing your items up, your tired eyes reading the headlines of the many magazines that surround you. You can feel his eyes watching you carefully as you lean forward to get a better look at the group of guys on the cover of The Sun. Blinking because it must be the early morning playing tricks on you, you pick the magazine up and he sighs. Looking at him and then glancing back down at the magazine in your hands, you instantly make the connection. "Oh" you say simply watching as he lowers his eyes to the floor. You suddenly feel bad for the pop star in front of you, shopping for food so early in the morning in the hopes that he wouldn't be recognized. "I really love those TV dinners you got, they're the best for when you don't feel like cooking" you offer with a kind smile, turning the magazine backwards before placing it back in its place. He watches you curiously with a happy smile before nodding his head. "I'm Louis" he tells you with a sigh of relief. "I'm (Y/N)" you smile, handing the cashier your money. "You know... if you get tired of those TV dinners, I'm pretty good at making pasta" you offer as you start to push your cart away from the register. "I do get tired of TV dinners pretty easily... I'm kind of tired of them already" he laughs carelessly. "Well... it's too early for pasta but would Special K do?"

Liam: You watch as your dad packs up his golf bag in the garage, a sad look on your pretty face. "You just got home, do you really need to go golfing?" you ask quietly watching as your dad looks up at you while loading the bag in the trunk of his car. "Well, stop complaining and come with me then" he tells you with a smile, nodding for you to go back in the house and change into the golfing outfit he had already set on your bed. After driving to the country club your dad was a member of, you stand beside him as he chats with a few of his friends. "No, I gotta take this one to the driving range first... hopefully I'll catch up with you later at the bar" he tells them, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to lead you towards the driving range. After instructing you on how to stand and hold the club, he steps back while you take your first swing. "Where'd it go?" you question, looking around before turning to see your father shaking his head. "It didn't go anywhere... look down" he says, laughing at the expression on your face. Almost an hour later you've managed to only hit a handful of balls and your dad is rather frustrated with your "progress". "I'm... I'm going to bar, I can't handle this" he huffs, turning away before you have a chance to protest. "But dad... I thought we were gonna spend time together. Wait, look I'm getting better!" you call, swinging your club again and surprisingly...you miss, again. "Yup... going to the bar for sure" he huffs again, passing an attractive young boy at the end of the range. After several more failed attempts to swing your golf club, you angrily start to beat the grass with your club. "Do... maybe, you shouldn't do that poppet" you hear a gentle voice call over your frustrated grunts of failure. "Well... maybe you should mind your own business" you huff in frustration, turning quickly to see an attractive boy in a red polo tucked inside a pair of pale khakis watching you. Tears start to well in your eyes and he quickly stutters to help you. "Let me help poppet" he rushes, coming to stand beside you while nodding his head for to turn back in your stance. "It's easier if you bend your knees and lock your elbows" he offers, watching as you take a deep breath and do as he says. "I'm... I'm gonna put my arms around you now, is that alright?" he asks cautiously, one arm at his side while the other leans against his gulf club. You nod your head and he steps behind you, long arms wrapping around you frame to guide you into the proper stance. After several guided swings, the boy steps back allowing you to take a swing by yourself. "Did... did it go anywhere?" you ask, eyes squeezed shut in fear that you had yet again failed to hit the ball. "Why don't you open your eyes and look" he prompts, stepping around you so he can see your expression. "I... I did it!?" you question, looking up at him for reassurance that your eyes weren't playing tricks on you and the ball really was missing from its tee. "Thank you, so much" you sigh happily, looking down at his chest for a nametag. "What's your name so I can make sure my dad tips you" you ask watching as his eyebrows furrow curiously. "I... I don't need your money poppet" he responds with a chuckle, crossing his arms across his chest as he watches you. "No, I want to make sure my dad tips you. I'm sure you have other tasks you need to do besides help me with my hopeless golf game" you push. "Trust me, I don't need your money poppet...I don't even work here" he admits with a sheepish smile. "Well, then, why did you help me?" you question, watching as a little girl quickly makes her way through the range. "You looked like you needed help" he shrugs, turning when the little girl calls out. "Oh my gosh... you're Liam Payne" she squeals, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Can I have your autograph and a picture?" she questions already shoving a piece of paper towards him. "Liam Payne?" you question aloud, watching as he turns his brown eyes towards yours. You mull the name over in your head for a moment before your eyes widen in realization. "Oh... Liam Payne, Liam Payne?" you ask and he nods watching in amusement as the little girl pushes her camera towards your small hands. "Yeah... not ringing a bell" you lie with a small smile, snapping a picture for the excited littler girl before watching her rush off back towards her mommy. "You must be some gulf instructor if the little kids want your autograph" you tease, turning towards the club house to make your way towards your waiting father. "Well... I try" he jokes watching as you turn to face him once more. "Well, Mr. Gulf Extraordinaire... I'll be here again tomorrow if you wanna... instruct me again," you say with a cheeky smile watching as he blushes but nods. Later that night you find that you have a new notification on your twitter feed. "@Real_Liam_Payne has sent you a message: hope u dnt mind but I got ur name from sum1 who actually works @ the course, u knw since I'm gna instruct u tmr ;)"

Niall: Trying to beat the blazing heat of Spain, you make your way towards the pool area with a group of your University friends. Looking down in your bag you reassure yourself that you have your passport and school book for you summer studying abroad. Spotting an open cabana, you quickly make your way towards it, laughing as one of your male friends throws himself upon the cool cushions to claim it. Glancing around at the crowded pool, you notice a group of boy's only two cabanas down from yours. The blonde boy shaded by the covered cabana is pulling his American Flag tank top over his head when you stumble into the cushions. "Alright love?" your male friend asks with a chuckle watching as you stutter out a bullshit answer about your flip-flop coming off. Pulling your cover over your head to reveal your hot pink-haltered bikini, you glance out of the corner of your eye to see that the blonde boy was watching you. Blushing nervously you lay back on the reclined seat and pull your school book from your bag. You quickly find yourself getting lost in the text and before you know it, a shadow has been cast over the page. "Be careful you don't burn babe" you hear above you, looking up to see the blonde boy standing over you. His hair is wet from the water and his eyes are blocked by black Ray Bans but he has a bright smile on his face. "I... I'll be sure to do that" you stutter, not used to being the one guys hit on. He chuckles before taking a seat on the empty chair beside you, nodding to the book on your lap. "What are you reading?" he asks pushing his shades up on the top of his head to reveal bright blue eyes. "A book for school" you respond, turning the cover up so he can glance at it. "You're in Spain and you're reading a book for school?" he questions with an easy laugh that you find contagious. "I'm studying abroad for the summer through my University so yeah, I'm in Spain reading a book for school" you answer glancing back down at the pages to try and hide the blush spreading across your cheeks. "Well... you should take a beak from reading and come in the pool" he says already standing while nodding towards the crystal clear water behind him. You eye him curiously before letting your gaze wonder to the tempting water behind him before biting your lip. "Come on babe... a little break won't hurt, I read that study breaks actually help the brain process information," he reasons with a bright smile, tossing his sunglasses on the seat next to you before backing out of the shaded cabana. You sigh, standing before you can talk yourself out of joining him. Marking your place in your book, you set it inside the safety of your waterproof bag and make your way towards the edge of the pool. After jumping in to the cool water, you follow him as he swims towards the deep end of the pool. Due to your short stature, treading water in the deep end of the pool becomes a tiring task after only a few minutes. The boy chats with you easily, earning laughs and smiles from your mouth before he notices you struggling in front of him. He turns to look over his shoulder quickly before his long arms are reaching for your waist. As he begins to pull you through the water towards a shallower end of the pool, you notice several cameras pointed in your direction. Seeing the curious look on your face, the boy stands in the chest high water to place himself in front of you all the while trying not to raise any eyebrows at his behavior. The water laps at your neck gently from his moving hands while you gaze at him beneath the sun light. "Nialler" a loud voice calls from behind him, his upper body turning to acknowledge the boy who was nodding to the girls taking pictures of him. The blond shifts to his left successfully blocking you from their cameras and you slowly begin to piece together what is happening. His blue eyes land on your face, watching as you start to put the pieces together. "Well... I should probably get back to studying; I have a test in the morning and I'm shit at speaking Spanish" you say with a smile, shifting to your right to swim around him towards the stairs at the other side of the pool. "I'm pretty fluent at Spanish... I could help" he offers behind you and you turn towards him while treading water. "That... would be greatly appreciated" you smile, swimming backwards as he begins to swim towards you. "I could help you tonight... over dinner?" he asks with a smile, backing you against the cool metal stairs. "Are you asking me out on a date?" you question breathlessly at his close proximity as you clumsily try to climb up them backwards. "Only if you're saying yes" he responds, standing to keep his proximity as long as possible. "You should at least tell me your name" you whisper, poised on the underwater step while gripping the handle bar beside you. "Niall... and yours?" he asks, wrapping his own hands around the handlebars. "(Y/N)... I'm staying in room 9087" you breathe making your way out of the pool towards your cabana. You pick up his sunglasses, turning to find him watching you with a curious gaze. You wrap your towel around your body before tossing your own sunglass in your bag and sliding his on your face with a smile. Later that night there's a knock at your door, a blond boy with a bright smile waiting on the other side.

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Zayn: It's Friday night and you and your best friend are waiting in line to get into the new club that had just opened a week ago. "I can't wait for tonight," you exclaim thinking about the past week and how stressful it had been. "I can't wait to find a hot guy and just dance." You and your friend make your way past the security guard and into the new club. The music was loud and the crowd was crazy...just the way you liked it. You two make your way to the bar to get the evening started. "It's already taken care of" the bar tender shouts over the music, nodding to a guy at the end of the bar. Peering down the bar you take in his form leaning back in a black shirt, dark hair coiffed high, and an easy smile on his face as he raised his beer bottle in greeting to the two of you. "He's hot" your best friend exclaims, nudging you forward before disappearing into the crowd to find other people she knows. You make your way through the crowd and met him at the corner of the bar. "Thank you" you say over the music watching as his dark eyes observe you over his beer bottle. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't ever pay for her own drinks," he says with a smile, leaning back to take in your appearance. You stand before him in bright red bodycon dress, black heals on your feet with your caramel hair down around your shoulders. "Do you wanna dance?" he asks watching as you down the tequila before slamming the glass onto the bar top. You nod your head, eyes watching as he finishes his own drink before his hands are reaching for your hips to pull you towards the crowded dance floor. Weaving his way through the grinding bodies he leads you to edge of the dance floor which is still surprisingly crowded. The bass thumps through the crowd, bouncing off the walls and vibrating through your body as his long fingers slide around your hips to rest on the front of your waist. He presses his chest tight to your back as you quickly find the beat of the music and start grinding your hips in tune to the bass. Circling your hips, you lean forward to rest your hands against your bare thighs to press back against him. The boy grips your hips tighter, pulling you back against him while nuzzling his nose against your neck. Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers wonder upwards, index fingers tracing the curve under your breast before you're spinning in his arms. His hands grip your hips, pulling your towards him while sliding a leg between yours to move you against him. You fingers grip the hair at the nape of his neck as he presses his forehead to yours, your ragged breathing mixing as you ground your bodies together. "I... can I get your number?" the boy asks suddenly when you pull away to catch your breath. You turn your head over your shoulder as you reach the bar, smiling when presses his body against the length of your back before he's ordering you another tequila shot. "How about we start with a name first?" you say, leaning back against the wood as he leans into you. "Zayn" he breaths against your cheek, pushing you hair over your shoulder as you respond with your own name. "Can I have your number now?" The next day you wake up with a pounding headache, makeup smeared across your face, as your best friend is hyperventilating at your bedside. "You... you have to get up now and come see this video Perez Hilton just posted online" she rushed, sliding onto your bed and shoving her laptop on your lap before pressing play. You see a shaky video from the night before, your body pressed tightly against Zayn's as you grinded. Looking down in the description box you see Zayn's name followed by the band One Direction and you suddenly piece everything together; why he looked so familiar and why everyone was staring at him. Your phone beeps on your bedside, leaning around your best friend to grab the iPhone and read your new message. "Hi babes, wondering if you wanted to get together this afternoon for lunch? If you're feeling up to it?- Zayn" you read, noticing that he hadn't mentioned the article online but knew that asking if you were up to it implied he was wondering if you had figured out who he was. "Sure... I do feel a little under the weather but that'll pass! I'd love to meet up with you for lunch" you respond, closing the laptop and ignoring the article and video you had just seen.