"Come ON, Paisley." I grabbed my best friend's hand and practically dragged her down the street. We had just been to a One Direction concert, and I was determined to meet them. Before you assume anything, I can go ahead and tell you. Yes, I am obsessed. But I am NOT an insane fangirl. I know where to draw the line. "The hotel they're staying at is only a block away, and if we hurry maybe we can get a picture!"

Unfortunately for us, everyone else had the same idea. Tons of people were packed in the driveway of the hotel, even though not a single member of One Direction was in sight. The manager of the hotel was trying to get everyone to leave, telling us that the boys had already checked out.

Paisley sighed. "It's no use, Nat. They're gone. Let's just enjoy the fact that we just saw an amazing concert."

"Yeah, I know," I said, pouting. "But you know how it is… I just wish more than anything that I could meet them."

We walked back towards the train station that would take us home, but something stopped me. "Hey, we should stop at Steak n' Shake real quick. I'm dying of thirst."

"But I don't eat meat."

"Too bad! You don't have to get anything." I entered the restaurant and ordered a large Sprite, and Paisley got a large Coke. We sat at the bar, talking about the concert.

"I mean, Niall sounded like Jesus. And so did Louis! Remember when Niall called the crowd sexy? I thought I would die…"

"Yeah, and with those binoculars I had, I could see Paul and Josh!"

Paisley looked at me with envy. "No way."

"Yep." I smiled smugly. "And that's not even the best part. Once, their dressing room curtain opened a little more than it should have, and-"

"NO WAY. SHUT UP!""

"I know! LIAM WAS SHIRTLESS." I put my hand over my heart dramatically. "I swear, I've already died and gone to One Direction heaven."

Paisley glanced at her watch and gasped. "Oh my god, we missed the last train fifteen minutes ago!"

"Are you kidding me?" I groaned. "But we're in the ghetto!" A waiter behind the bar shot me a death glare. I guess my voice was pretty loud. Oops. "Dude, my mom is going to be so pissed…"

"Let's just start walking. Maybe we'll see someone we know and they can take us home."

"Or maybe, Pay, we'll get mugged." The waiter sent me another glare. I need to control my volume.

"Stop being dramatic, we'll be fine." Paisley pulled out a small whistle from the pocket in her blazer. "I have a rape whistle."

I giggled. "Seriously?"

"You would regret it if I didn't bring one."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing…" Paisley could be so weird sometimes. But that's one of the reasons why we're best friends. We're weird, perverted, obsessive freaks. But we're still pretty awesome if you ask me.

We walked out of the restaurant, making our way down the now empty street. "Let's see… we're on Trade Street. If we actually end up walking all the way home, it'll take us… an hour and a half." I groaned. "These Toms are killing my feet! I can't walk home. It's too far."

"Quit bitching and start walking," Paisley ordered. "We'll never make it home with that attitude, Natalie."

"You're right." I took off the annoying shoes and held them as I walked. "Hey, did you get a chance to watch the new Jenna Marbles video?" I asked, bringing up one of our favorite Youtubers.

"Yeah." Paisley laughed. "It was hilarious."

We talked about that for a while, but it kept getting darker and the road ahead of us didn't look promising. "Pay, I think we might be lost…"

"I would agree. We just passed that ghetto chicken store that Bradley told us about." She looked scared.

"Um, let's sit down and try to find out where we are," I offered. We both sat down on a nearby bench.

"Nat." Paisley nudged me. "Nat, there are guys coming towards us. Where did I put my rape whistle?" she whispered frantically.

"Just ignore them." I kept my eyes glued to my phone. "Ignore them and they might not approach us."

I was wrong.

"Excuse me, ladies?"

I kept my eyes glued to the phone. "We have a rape whistle, you know."

One of the guys laughed. "We're not here to rape you, actually, we were wondering if you could give us directions."

Wait. That voice. Those accents. I glanced up to see two of the most glorious, godlike creatures on this earth. Otherwise known as Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan. My eyes went wide.

"Holy shit!" I jumped up. "Holy fucking shit!"

Paisley froze. "You guys… oh my god." She stared at them for a moment, clearly at a loss for words, then exclaimed, "You're so beautiful!"

Niall blushed. "Um, so, do you think you could help us?"

"Actually, we're kind of lost as well. Sorry," I apologized.

"Hey! We're twinsies!" Louis commented, noticing my outfit, which was a Superman shirt, red jeans rolled up to the ankles, sparkly Toms, a green beanie, and glow in the dark suspenders.

"Huh? Oh." I blushed a deep red. "I guess we are."

"Well, if you guys are lost as well, maybe we should just use our GPS or something," Niall decided.

"Oh, ok." Paisley frowned. "It was nice meeting you."

Niall gave her a confused look. "Don't you need directions too? You didn't think we would just leave two teenage girls alone in the ghetto, did you? What kind of people do you think we are?"

I beamed. His accent was just so damn cute. "Thanks… and, uh, you don't suppose we could… um, get a few autographs and pictures? I mean, if that's ok with you, I just thought that maybe, since you're here and-"

"Sure, no problem," Louis answered. "Follow us, your chariot awaits you."

Me and Paisley squealed. Was this really happening to us right now? I pinched myself. Yeah, it was happening.

"I like your nails," Niall said, pointing to my Irish flag colored fingertips. "What did you say your name was?"

"Thanks. I'm Natalie." I blushed even more. "And that's Paisley."

She didn't speak, so I nudged her with my elbow. "Say hello to the nice boys, Pay. They don't bite."

"As far as you know," Louis corrected.

Paisley giggled. "Uh, hi. I guess I'm a little starstruck." She was blushing almost as much as me.

"Well, here we are. Bus sweet bus." Louis motioned for us to step into the bus. "Make yourself at home."

Paisley froze once again when she got on the bus. "Oh my god, that's Harry Styles!" she squealed.

Harry grinned, making us both almost faint. "Hello ladies."

"Hi Harry!" I said, surprisingly calm. Well, at least my voice didn't shake. I really wasn't calm at all. I wanted to scream so badly.

Paisley ran up to him and hugged him. "We're going to be married, you know," she told him.

He laughed. "Louis, Niall, why are there two underage girls on our tour bus? Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added with a wink. Niall explained the situation, and I was sure to add that we were sixteen, and not as underage as they might think. Hint, hint, boys.

Liam and Zayn entered the room.

"Pleased to meet you both! I'm Liam."

"Oh, we know," I assured him.

"And I'm Zayn. As you already know," Zayn said, smiling and offering his hand to me, which I gladly shook. Paisley may have shook his hand a little too gladly, because he flinched when she grabbed his hand.

"Sorry," she apologized. "Sorry sorry sorry."

Zayn chuckled. "That's alright."

"What's your address, girls?" Louis asked from the front of the bus.

I told him the address and the bus started to move.

"Wow." I sighed heavily, sitting down on a chair. "Am I dreaming?"

"Let's hope not," Niall said, then blushed. I think I blushed even more, though. Was he just… flirting with me?

Paisley sat down next to Harry, who casually draped his arm around her. She looked like she was in heaven. And she probably was.

Niall turned to me, breaking the awkwardness. "So, are you guys from here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. We almost couldn't get tickets, actually. They were not cheap, I can assure you."

"Where did you sit?"

"We were up pretty high. Like, nosebleed high. But I had binoculars, so it's all good."

He laughed. "It was so loud in there. I still can't hear out of my left ear."

"Please, I can barely hear anything. The girl next to me was screaming her head off… and her shirt." I wrinkled my nose. "It wasn't a pretty sight."

It was quiet for a moment, then I yawned. "I'm so tired."

"You can lay down if you want. There's plenty of couch to go around," Niall offered. I hadn't even realized we had started an exclusive conversation.

"Uh, thanks," I said, moving over to the couch where he sat. I found myself resting my head on his shoulder. God, he smelled amazing. Can I get pregnant from this?

To my surprise, he didn't move away from me. I didn't want to sleep. I know it's probably really weird, but I just wanted to stay beside Niall forever. As any fan would. But I did fall asleep eventually.

After a while of peaceful sleep, I was awakened by a pillow to the face. It was Louis. "Wake up, babe! You're home!"

I looked around, confused. Then I remembered where I was and what had happened. "Oh. Right. Thanks." I moved away from Niall's shoulder reluctantly and stood up.

"Thanks, guys. It was really nice meeting you all. The concert was amazing." Me and Paisley started to leave, but when I got outside, Niall stopped me.

"Wait, Natalie." That adorable accent again. Could anything be more sexy? And the way he said my name. Sweet Jesus riding a unicorn across a rainbow of Skittles.

"Yeah?" I tried to hold in my excitement, but it didn't work. I was grinning ear to ear, which made him laugh a little.

"Um, it was really nice meeting you."

This isn't happening. My brain can't comprehend this.

I blushed yet again. "Yeah, you too. I really have to get going, or my mom might kill me."

"Oh." He frowned slightly. "Well, we aren't leaving town for a few more days. We're just looking for a new hotel, because somehow the fans found out. I dunno, maybe we could… meet up again?"

My eyes went so wide they could probably pop out of my head. "Yeah, of course. Yes," I agreed a little too quickly, nodding my head frantically.

He smiled. "Awesome. Here's my number… just text me tomorrow, ok?" He slipped a piece of paper into my hand and kissed it. "See you later, Natalie."

"NATALIE KAY! Where have you been?" my mom screeched as we walked in the door. "I have been worried sick! You didn't even call! How did you get home? You could have been killed!"

"Mom, calm down. We're fine. Better than fine, actually," I answered, giving my mom a quick hug. "Don't freak out when I tell you this, ok? Promise."

She sighed. "Fine, what is it?"

Paisley spoke before I could open my mouth to answer. "We just met One Direction. And they drove us home! And NATALIE GOT NIALL'S NUMBER!" I blushed at the last part.

My mom raised her eyebrows. "Seriously? Don't joke with me."

"No, she's telling the truth, actually," I admitted, yawning.

"Well then," she said. "You might want to let your boyfriend know about this little… number exchange."

Right. I forgot about him. "Yeah, of course. Mom, it wasn't like that. I swear. We were just hanging out."

"Alright. Well, you two should probably go to bed, now. It's one in the morning, and you must be tired." My mom sent us upstairs to my room.

As I flopped down on my bed, I muttered, "This is unreal."

"I wonder why Harry didn't give me his number," Paisley said, pouting. "He was definitely flirting with me…"

"Pay, he flirts with every girl he can find, remember?" I rolled my eyes. "And anyway, he tends to like older women. You're two years younger than him."

"But still! It was different. Really. It was love, Nat!" She sighed for dramatic effect.

"You're insane."

She gave me a look. "Oh yeah? What do you think you're going to do with that number? You can't just start dating Niall Horan." I blushed at the thought of even seeing him again. "You have a boyfriend, remember? Dylan. Your boyfriend." She emphasized the word.

I picked up my phone and started to send a text, but then I thought again. "He'll be asleep by now. I'll call him tomorrow."

"And tell him what, exactly?" Paisley raised an eyebrow at me.

"It's summer, Pay. Me and Dylan haven't seen each other since school ended."

"You've been dating him for almost four years now! You can't just break up with him for something that might not even happen! Dylan loves you, Nat."

I groaned, pulling a blanket over my head. "I know, I know. I'm not going to break up with him… it'll be like a vacation from relationships. We haven't dated anyone else for a long time, and maybe he'll feel the same way."

Paisley shrugged. "Fine. I'm going to sleep. Night, Nat."

"Night, Pay."