Chapter one- Alex
The first time I saw Harry, I knew. It was the first night of their Melbourne concert and there I was- along with my best friend, Claire, and my sister, Kate- pressed up against the railing near the stage, cheering and dancing wildly, not one care given about how stupid we probably looked; it was One Direction, our favorite band, and damned if we weren't going to enjoy it.
It was the second last song of their set, their most famous, What Makes You Beautiful, when Harry's thick, curly hair made it's way across the stage to where we were standing. His eyes flickered through the crowd, soulful green moving over each and every one of his fans, cheeky grin plastered on his face. His eyes met with mine, and suddenly, everything stopped. The music faded away, the heat from the dancing and the crowd pressed against me, Harry's smile. Just his eyes, locked on mine, over the top of everything.
It only lasted half a second, and then, his smile was back on, his voice melting back in with his band-mates, his eyes travelling across the crowd's again. My heart was pumping double-time, my skin flushed and heated from that brief moment of contact. Though he didn't look back for the rest of the show, and we didn't have a moment like that again, I knew he'd felt it too.