I finally reached the park, and sat on one of the swings, squeezing my eyes shut and letting my thoughts flow freely. I knew that there was no one around, and began to sing Strong. This song held a special place in my heart, as I could relate to it. The chorus, at least. I needed One Direction and their music, just like a fish needs water to survive.

The lads had changed my life for the better. My insecurities had reduced a bit, and I finally was able to look at myself naked in the mirror... for about 3 seconds... it, however, was progress. The lads have saved my life, not to mention the lives of thousands of others around the world. Ugh, who am I kidding. They must have saved more than thousand...

I began singing Strong, and with every passing line, my voice became louder. I finally finished the song, my voice trembling every now and then; especially during Zayn's solo.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard a voice with a mixed up accent behind me.

"You okay, love?" It (okay, he) asked, making me freeze. That was definitely Liam Payne's voice, for only he could have such a messed up accent. Which by the way, I meant in a positive manner.

I jumped of the swing and whirled around after making sure that I had not cried. I could hear someone saying 'Oh dear, another fan'. That had to be Zayn's voice. I froze. Zayn? Why was he with the lads? And moreover, why were the lads hear, in Bradford? He was staring nervously at my... chest?! WHAT THE- oh. The 1D print on my shirt.

"Oh, um, yeah, I' m peachy!" I managed to squeak out, preparing to run for it.

Someone's hand caught hold of my forearm. I snapped mt eyes up to see who the person was, only to be met by startling green eyes. "Harry..." I thought, unable to tear my gaze away.

He smirked in a Harry like fashion, trailing his hand down my arm before enveloping my own hand into his. He brought it up to his lips and gave a gentle kiss, his smirk still intact. How he managed to do that, I do not know.

"Hello love", he said, gently placing my hand by my side. The lads were rolling their eyes and smirking, probably at my dazed expression. Harry's smirk widened even more, if that were possible.

OMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFGOMFG!!!!!!!!!! SENSORY OVERLOAD ALERT!!!!

"I love your eyes. Amd your hair" I blurted out all of a sudden. I realized what I had done and bit my lip, staring at the ground in an attempt to hide my blush. I heard several amused chuckles and a 'why thank you, love' from Harry.

I snapped back to reality, and everything came crashing down. Again. Zayn Javed Malik was leaving One Direction. I think the boys noticed my sudden change in mood, judging by the looks they shared. I distinctly heard someone call out their names, telling them to get into a car.

"Will you be fine?" Asked Niall, making my girly half mentally coo at his adorable Irish accent.

"Yeah, we could drop you off if you want to" Louis added a bit reluctantly.

"Nah, I'll be fine. Besides, my flat is nearby, so yeah..." I awkwardly trailed off. An uncomfortable silence ensued, before the boys mumbled a polite goodbye and headed towards the car.

"W-Wait!" I shouted, stuttering slightly. They stopped suddenly, turning around. I walked up to them briskly, before hesitating slightly.

"Is it- Can I- Uh, I mean, May I have a... um... a g-group hug... with... you?" I finally squeaked out after a lot of mumbling and stuttering.

"Of course love!" Louis said, his voice reflecting the surprise on the faces of his band mates and himself.

First Harry came forward and hugged me, trailing his arms up my waist before resting them on my back, rubbing soothing circles on it.

"So it is true..." I thought, feeling dazed. "He does have magic on his fingertips. Next Louis and Niall came forward, embracing the two of us from our sides. Zayn came up from behind, and Liam came in at the end, almost hugging everyone in a paternal manner. Almost.

We stayed like that for what seemed to be days, but in reality was a few minutes.

The boys pulled back a bit hesitantly, claiming that they had to leave. This girl would be remembered. She hadn't reacted like most of the fans would. She hadn't even asked for an autograph. The only thing she asked for was a hug. And not one of those casual ones, she had asked for the ones which actually meant something, the ones which showed emotion.

I watched the car speed away, and kept my eyes fixed on it till it disappeared from my sight. A fleeting thought entered my head- this could have been the lads' last hug as a five member band with a directioner.

I felt my walls crumble immediately, and collapsed on the sidewalk weeping. I will never see them again, ever.

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The next day, when I switched on the television, I got a shock of my life.

Zayn was going to stay in the band for some more time, and was willing to give all this one more chance. I wanted to do a victory dance, but couldn't. Because I was scared.

Scared that this was a lie.

Scared that this was just a dream.

Scared.