So here is my second story that I actually think is worth other people reading. It's set in the summer before One Direction being out their album, and most of the information will be edited to fit with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the boys, and neither do I own their girlfriends or their label or management.

Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

The people I called my best friends were a girl called Sarah, and a guy called Conor. They were the only people who truly welcomed me into their school when I joined almost a term into the year, fresh from Australia and with one hell of a strong accent. That was last summer, and the change from Australia to Stevenage in England was so huge, I would be eternally grateful for their support through the endless teasing about my accent, which was still almost as strong as when I had moved here a year ago.

Sadly, Sarah was also in the year above me in school, so she had spent the summer moving into her new apartment in London, all ready for her first year at university. I, on the other hand, was spending the last week of my summer holidays with her there before it was back to school for me, a prospect of A2 Levels in year 13.

And so now, on the first evening of me staying at Sarah's, I was standing in the hallway outside her apartment, waiting impatiently for her to finally get ready to go out for the night. I was wearing a tight orange and yellow floral dress that was very short and had a puffy skirt, along with my favourite leather jacket. I had light blonde hair which was dip dyed purple that merged into pink and then my natural hair colour. My eyes were big and blue, and I had naturally tanned skin from Australia, and was considered quite skinny.

"Sarah! Hurry up!" I shouted up the stairs that led to her door. She wouldn't have heard me anyway because the music was playing so loudly, but it was worth a try. I felt my phone vibrate, so I rummaged through my bag trying to find it, but when I finally got it out to read the text my ID had fallen out with it. I sighed, getting slowly frustrated, and went to pick it up, but not before I managed to flick it under the door of the next apartment.

"Fuck…" I whispered, giggling to myself. I looked around, unsure of what to do as I bit my lip out of habit. Then I shook my head. As much as I hated awkward social situations, I knocked on the door of apartment 16B.

I was totally thrown when the door was opened by none other than Zayn Malik of One Direction. After a second or two I cleared my throat, blushing lightly at my total idiocy. I spoke hesitantly,

"Erm, hi! I'm so, so sorry if I'm disturbing you, but I'm staying with Sarah down the hall, and we're going out tonight, and I kind of dropped my ID under your door, it's right there…" I rambled on. Zayn stared at me in a confused state, but smiled warmly when I trailed off. Chuckling to himself, he bent down and picked up my ID.

"ZAYN! WHERE ARE YOU?" I heard someone shout from inside the apartment almost desperately.

"By the door!" he yelled back over his shoulder, still holding my ID. I heard a loud scuffle and running footsteps as two people shouted,

"Wait! You can't leave without us, hold on!" I saw a mass of limbs sprinting behind Zayn, and then they came screeching to a halt beside him, as he smiled at me apologetically. I stood in awe. How on earth was it possible for three guys in one go to be so attractive? The first thing that caught my eyes was the mass of curls on Harry Style's head, but then I glanced slightly to the left to see the biggest grin I had ever laid eyes upon. His hair was all swept over to one side, bits flicking here and there all over the place in disarray that was clearly planned. However, it was the mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he let them travel all over me that really caught my attention. I had no idea how long I was left standing there, trying to retain a normal exterior when Louis was staring straight into my eyes. I found myself unable to look away.

"Well… erm…" Zayn broke the silence, and my eyes snapped away from Louis' to look at Zayn. "So," he said, looking at my ID, "Emily Scott, here's your identification. I'm Zayn by the way," he carried on, sticking out his hand for me to shake. I took it gladly.

"Hi!" Harry suddenly said from next to Zayn, making me giggle quietly.

"Hey," I replied, and then there was a small silence, which I decided to break. "Well, I'm going to wait in the hall then, I'm going out but Sarah's taking ages so…" I trailed off again. Louis furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

"You're going out without shoes on?" he asked innocently. My eyes widened and I took a look at my feet, which did turn out to be bare. I hit myself on the forehead and laughed at myself.

"Well, I'll see you around sometime!" I said to them before running back up the stairs. I quickly picked out a pair of black lace-up wedges, and put them on whilst telling Sarah to hurry the fuck up again. Luckily she was almost done, so I went downstairs to wait again. I slid down the banister of the stairs sideways and laded safely, if not somewhat precariously on my heels.

I heard someone wolf whistle behind me. Turning around slowly, I saw the same three guys standing where I had been before, now too wearing shoes and looking ready to go out themselves. They were all pointing back at Louis, obviously regarding the wolf whistle. Louis, however, was pointing adamantly at Zayn.

"I swear it was Louis!" Zayn said, making him giggle slightly and shrug. I looked down at what I was wearing and frowned to myself. I looked back up at them.

"Really?" I asked before I could stop myself, giving Louis a weird look, which he only returned with his own, making me totally miss the concerned look that passed between Harry and Zayn. "So why are you guys out here?"

"We're going out for a meeting at the recording studio," Louis said excitedly, making me chuckle to myself. I nodded absentmindedly, running my hand through my hair nervously as the silence dawned on me. Luckily, I heard someone walk down the stairs behind me, so I spun around to see Sarah walking down the stairs in a pale blue dress.

I grinned, running up to hug her and telling her how pretty she looked. I then simply leant forward so I could ruffle up my hair upside-down, and flipped it back up in one movement. I grabbed Sarah's hand and strode past all of the guys, Harry and Louis watching me intently. Deciding to be a bit cheeky, I winked at them and ran down the final flight of stairs to go out for the night.

Once we were outside I hit Sarah's arm as hard as I could. She screamed and glared at me, looking completely incredulous.

"How come you never told me you live next to One Direction?" she smiled sheepishly.

"Surprise?"