Screams fill the empty air as we see them enter panel.

It finally hit me that I, an awkward outcast, am going to meet the members of One Direction. My palms start to sweat, making everything I want them to sign a crumpled mess. Not too far away, they sit. The whole speech I want to spill out at them seems to lose its meaning and my brain starts to fuzz up. What do I even say?

"Sweetie, move up in line." my mother says, "You're right after these girls."

I panic and look down at what i'm wearing. Self conscious would probably best describe what I was feeling. I run my fingers through my hair, over and over again. My white low-top converse are a bit beat up.

"I should've cleaned them in the car." I think to myself. I start to balance on one foot while rubbing my thumb across a smudge in the front of my shoe. I wobble, praying my two years of ballet a long time ago would came in handy.

I feel the weight of a guard's hand lay on my shoulder guiding that i'm next. I stumble forwards, not realizing what was going on. I trip and brace myself against the long decorated table. Mumbles scatter in back of me.

"Woah there, babe. A bit excited, huh?" says a raspy voice, followed by some laughs.

Looking up to see the face of the almost perfect voice, I melt inside. I match the voice with the infamous Harry Styles. I manage to escape a stuttered sorry. I just want to die and go to my room.

"Is'alright. We're used to crazy fans." Louis says with a wink. He leans over and whispers something to Niall, who wasn't paying attention at all.

Niall was pulling the strings on his hoodie so the hood cinched in. The only thing exposed was his nose. I giggled and covered my mouth.

I couldn't believe I was standing on the opposite side the famous boy band was sitting. I extend a shaky hand with my letters and CD to sign. I would've brought more, but I didn't want to look weird. I guess I got that down pat already.

"Lovely printing you have." Liam interrupts, looking at my letter. "Don't mind the boys, they kid around too much."

He motioned a finger at the three of them. Louis and Harry were drumming their hands on Niall's head.

I see Zayn out of the corner of my eye down at the end of the table. My knees start to shake. I always went along when my friends said Harry was their favourite. I lied.

He signed my CD quick and leaned back, balancing his chair on two legs. I tried to focus more on him, which only meant staring in my book.

Zayn looked up from his gaze and did a double-take.

"Hi Z-zayn. I wrote a letter for you. Maybe you could read it later?" I say in a quieter voice I wished to.

He ran his hand through his dark hair and smiled.

"Sure, love." he said, noticing my shaking hand. "You alright?"

Zayn took my hand and held it between his. I flinched at the touch of our skin coming into contact.

While blushing, I mumble a "yea of course" -

~SHOULD I WRITE MORE GUYS? ~