haha... dedicated to my friend Grace... who hates One Direction :O


'Why do you like them Amber?' Grace asked from her seat on the couch.

Amber was standing at the kitchen bench, looking through her phone.

'What do you mean?' she asked.

'They're not even that good. They're so… weird.'

'Do you even know who you're talking to?'

'Yeah, Amber Grean – the ultimate One Direction fan.' She rolled her eyes. 'And you haven't answered my question. Why do you like them?'

'They're so cute! And adorable!'

Grace stood up. 'If you're going to go on about them, I don't want to hear it.' She walked to the door and looked back.

'Bye Grace!' Amber waved to her best friend as she left the room.

In the corridor, Grace went to the elevators. She was just about to shut the door when someone slipped through. They stood there awkwardly while classic elevator music flowed in the background.

After a while, the boy next to her introduced himself.

'Hi, I'm Harry. Harry Styles.' He held out his hand. Something about the name rang a bell.

As soon as Harry left, she attacked the fifth floor button.

'Come on…' she muttered under her breath.

The door opened and she sprinted down the hallway to Amber's room.

'Amber! Open up!' She banged on the door a few times before it opened and she stumbled in.

'You'll never guess who I just met in elevator!'