"Cameron?" I asked, opening the door of our apartment. It was dark, which was normal, but I felt weird. He'd texted me to meet him in apartment at 9 PM, and here I was, but I didn't see him. I turned the light on and made a face. Nobody here. I put my bag down on the counter and walked towards the living room, where I found: no one. But I did find a box! It was huge and light blue. I walked towards where it was sitting on the coffee table, and read the note on the top.

Summer,

Hey babe, I know I've been on tour, and it's been a while, but I wanted to surprise you tonight. Open the box, and then follow the tape arrows.

-Love, Cameron

I laughed, and pulled off the top of the box. There were about ten items, each with a bright yellow sticky note on top. I picked up the first one, which was a picture frame. I read the sticky note: for when you miss me. It was a picture of Cameron and me at the beach last summer. His arms are around my waist and his chin is resting on my shoulder. There's a huge smile plastered on my face, and his infamous grin. I remember a few moments after taking that photo, where my hair had been in long blonde beach waves and I was glowing, Cameron threw me into the waves behind us.

I picked up the next item after shaking my head at the memory. It was one of his sweaters. The note said: for when you get cold without me. I smiled at that. He was honestly the best person in the world.

There were a few more items, and a few more notes but at the bottom was a teal coloured pile of fabric. The note on top read: for those nights when I'm home. And I picked up the lingerie. I literally laughed out loud at how he'd gone from the sweetest boy in the world to a complete guy in a matter of minutes. But nevertheless, I still loved him. I put all the items back into the box and carried it, following the white tape arrows. I realized they lead to the spare room in our humongous apartment.

I opened the door with a free hand and I gasped. It was dark, but there were Christmas light's hung up in all directions, all different colors. The bed was made with white sheets so the light from the Christmas lights reflected off of it. I set the box down on the ground near the door and stepped inside more. I looked around, seeing that there was nothing but the lights decorating the room. Simplicity.

Almost in a perfect, suave move, arms wrapped around me pulling me back into another body. I could feel Cameron's humid breath on my neck as he kissed my shoulder.

"I missed you," he mumbled. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and rest there for a moment, where I'm supposed to be.

"You too." I whispered. His arms left my waist and he caught my wrist, dragging me to the bed. He pulled me down on top of him and I kicked off my heels. They landed with a thump somewhere on the hardwood flooring, but I was to busy to care.

Cameron's lips were warm against my own, and I had to restrain myself from wanting more because quite frankly, I needed to breathe. I pulled away for a second and I could already tell where the night was going. Cameron's hands made no hesitation to slip under the hem of my flowy white tank top, pulling it up over my head. I sat up so that my legs were straddling his waist, and he raised himself slightly off the bed to peel off his own shirt. He grinned as he grabbed my waist, pulling me back down to his lips.

The next morning was almost like a dream. I woke up wrapped in Cameron's arms like he was just a normal guy, and not some famous band member. It was heaven.

When Cameron woke up, I pulled on one of his shirts and a pair of underwear and ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth quickly and pee. When I came out into the kitchen, he was already standing there in a pair of boxers cooking some pancakes. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his narrow, toned waist. I kissed his back and then went to sit down at the counter.

"So guess what we're doing today?" he asked, flipping the pancakes.

"What?" I asked, curious now.

"Well, since I've got two weeks off, I figured you wouldn't mind being a celebrity girlfriend for one day, right?" he said, turning around and handing me the plate as well as that devilish smirk. I stuck out my tongue.

"That depends, what're we doing?" I teased, but still honestly curious.

"Ever heard of a little band called One Direction?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I screamed. I screamed so instantly that I think I cut him off just as he finished pronouncing the word 'one'. I leapt up and danced around the counter, jumping into his arms.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I squealed.

"I knew you did," he laughed, kissing my cheek. Obviously he knew. He was the one who'd …. Yenno …. Bought me every single magazine with a poster of them to hang on the inside of my closet. He said as long as he didn't have to worry about Harry Styles staring at him while he slept. "But yeah, the boys and I got invited to meet them at one of their signings because our managements thinking about a duet with them. I asked the guys if it would be cool to bring you, since I know how much you obsess…." He teased, taping the tip of my nose.

"I'm dedicated, says Louis," I defended myself, but grinning the whole time. I can't believe I was going to meet One Freaking Direction!

"Yup, definitely obsessed," he laughed as we both separated to eat our breakfast.

Two hours later I was dressed in a simple pair of jean shorts with a teal blue sheer top over a white tank top. I pulled on a pair of white vans and left my hair naturally straight….ish. I applied little makeup, as I normally do, grabbed my tan satchel and ran out of the apartment with my hand intertwined with Cameron's.

As you can probably tell, this is gonna be an Allstar Weekend/ One Direction fic…. Because they're all overly attractive. And because I'm gonna marry Cameron Quiseng and Harry Styles.