I walked past Matt who was currently sucking the face off his girlfriend. Ew. Could they not? Mack strides over to the front desk where he chats up the receptionist, giving her a wink. He gets our room key and waves them up to show me he has them. I just nod and turn back around to get my suitcase before tripping over someone's feet.

"Sorry!" They yelp, reaching out their arms to stop me from falling.

I look up to see a young boy, about my age with quiffed blonde hair. We look into each others eyes for moment. He winks at me, propping me back up, I giggle and blush.

"I'm really sorry about that." He says, an obvious Irish accent emerges, surprising me a little. I don't say anything so he raises an eyebrow and waves his hand in front of my eyes. "Hello? Earth to gorgeous." He says. I snap out of my daydream and smile back.

"Sorry, I just- Did you just call me gorgeous?" I ask, he runs a hand through his hair and bites his lip.

Wow, that's pretty hot. What are you talking about, Myla? You don't even know this guy! But, that lip bite though...

I'm woken from my little world when the boy coughs.

"Did you ask me something?" I panic. He laughs and looks back up at me. My face is still plastered with concern, did he ask me something or not?

"No, but that lip bite was pretty hot..." He trails off as I realise what I've done.

"Oh my god, I said that out loud?" I ramble, the boy nods. I smile awkwardly and he chuckles a little.

"Yeah, and you're right, you don't know me, not yet anyway." The boy winks at me again and I look down at my shoes. Something clicks in my mind, where have I seen this boy before? He looks familiar from somewhere. It all comes back to me. I snap my head up and look at his concerned face.

"You're Niall Horan, aren't you?" I ask. He scrunches up his nose and wiggles it slowly. Now that, was adorable.

"Damn, my cover's been blown! And yes, that nose scrunch was totes adorbs." He answers. I gasp and face palm myself.

"Did I really just do the thing where I say something embarrassing in front of a hot guy that I thought I was saying in my head twice in one minute?" I blurt out, I face palm myself again. "Shit. Three times?" I whisper. Hopefully he doesn't think that was weird... Who am I kidding? He probably thought I was insane from the beginning. Which I most likely am, just so we're on the same track.

"I don't think you're insane... And you think I'm hot?" He replies. I said that out loud, again?

"Um... I-I... Don't think I've introduced myself! Hi, I'm... Myla Anderson?" I say, Niall laughs and raises an eyebrow.

"You're not sure you're Myla?" He smirks. I shake my head but then nod it.

"No! I mean, yes... I am Myla. I-I think my brother just called me..." I say.

"Wait, are you staying here for a while?" Niall asks me, I nod and look around to see if I can find either Matt or Mack. "Maybe I can see you again sometime?" He asks, I stop looking for Matt and look back at Niall. Did he just ask to see me again? Do you want that to happen, Myla? You've hardly known the guy more than 10 minutes?

"Sure!" I say.

Brain, what are you doing? I was still thinking that answer over! Niall takes a pen out of his shirt pocket and asks me permission to write on my hand.

"Call me later. I'll be around." Niall winks and walks over to the elevator.

"Who was that?" Matt asks, I whip around to see him standing behind me.

"I think Niall Horan just gave me his number..."