This guy wasn't any guy. This guy was HARRY-FRICKING-SINGING-CAT-LOVING-FANGIRLING-STYLES. And he was stood right in front of me, his dimples directed at me. 'Wow!' I whispered not thinking about what was coming out of my mouth which sent him chuckling. I snapped out of it, not wanting to look like an insane lunatic. I shook my head at my own stupidity. 'I'm sure I'm meant to be meeting you somewhere else,' I flirted pulling the note from the back pocket of the blue denim shorts I was wearing. 'Nowhere does it say 'your cubicle in the A+F changing rooms on this piece of paper!' showed it to him making his smile spread even further across his face, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

Boy do you hate me. What am I complaining about? Everything is squeaky clean and flawless! You are dying to know what has happened but I'm not telling that easily, and we have only just started…

'So, you want to start this date a little earlier than planned?' Harry asked me cheekily. We sat down on the changing room floor looking like school children but we didn't care. It was nice just to chat.

'Why not!' I replied, 'Though you do realise you have taken all the surprise out of the night! I was looking forward to meeting my mystery guy, kind of like in those old movies!'

'So you're disappointed then, that you got me?' queried Harry, a forlorn look on his face.

'No, I wouldn't say that. A little shocked maybe, but not disappointed!' I smiled causing him so return my flirts by tilting his head to the side reminding me of a puppy. He was way too cute.

'Yes you have had plenty of shock for today!' He joked reminding me of his surprise appearance in my booth. I face-palmed shaking my head.

'Can't believe that! What were you even doing?' I knew the answer I just wanted to check.

'Oh I was playing hide and seek!' He winked at me 'Louis' idea! And hey my plan is working, still haven't been found!'

'Louis?' I questioned, again I knew the answer but I'm a teenage girl, of course I wanted to meet them!

'Don't be like that!' He had guessed my plan. 'You know exactly who!' an amused expression spread across his face, it was contagious. I suddenly creased up laughing at my bad acting skills!

'Of course I know who!' We were now laughing together for no apparent reason.

'Why are we still laughing?' Harry asked, in between fits of hysterics.

'I have no idea.' I answered, breathing deeply. Air was something we need to survive.

'I know why. It's because you're such a bad actress!' Harry told me.

'That's not funny.' I replied sternly, my face like a rock. 'My dream is to become an actress.'

'Oh I'm sorry!' He pleaded, his face covered in worry.

'… See not such a bad actress am I?' I giggled at how easy he had been to fool. I crawled away, trying to contain my laughter.

'Un called for!' He laughed, catching my foot and pulling it towards him, drawing me closer to his toned chest. He gazed into my eyes as he held me tight, moulding my body to his. We were acting like a couple even though we only just met, strange feeling but it all felt so right. 'Two can play at that game.' He whispered into my ear; his low voice lighting a fire in the pit of my stomach with desire. His hand worked their way down to the small of my back. I was unsure of his plan though I could tell by the way he was seducing me it wasn't the first time he had performed such a stunt.

Without warning he began to tickle me. I fell about laughing rolling along the wooden floor. I was a sucker for tickling; it always had me in stiches.

I hated my laugh. You know the woody woodpecker show you used to watch when you were younger? Well that's what my laugh sounded like. I wasn't happy with it but it wasn't something you could change.

Someone special once told me my laugh was unique. That it made them bubble up inside when they heard it. I never believed them but that line had made me cry, the beautiful words he had said alongside it had warmed my insides with a deep passion.

It's the same feeling I felt with Harry that day. I never told him that and now I've lost him, I'll never see him again…

'You haven't found harry yet?' A voice asked from outside.

'Nope.' The Irish voice called, determined to seek out his friend.

Harry stopped tickling me and pulled me back up so I was sitting up right. Silently he placed a finger on his soft pink lips; I imitated him with a sarcastic look in my eyes. I was as bad as him. I was a flirt and everyone who knew me knew it too, I didn't care. I loved the chase too much but couldn't bear to break anyone's heart. That was the reason I had never had a serious boyfriend.

We both began to smirk as we heard 6 sets of footsteps running, pulling back the curtain of every cubicle they past. Each swoosh of material followed by the screams of annoyed customers. I heard Rachel cry which meant they were only a few away from us. I heard her arguing with someone.

'That's Rachel! I knew she wouldn't take anything like that lightly!' I breathed into Harry's ear; I was now tucked underneath his arm, my legs positioned across his, almost on top of him.

'And that's Louis!' Harry whispered back to me, hardly making a sound. 'Clash of personalities there.' We heard them arguing ridiculously about privacy and rights until seemingly someone dragged Louis away. I also heard Alice joining in the conversation moaning about how no one ever listens to her about the negatives of unisex changing rooms. This triggered me to receive a baffled expression from Harry as his band mates continued their hunt. I started to lose control of the giggle I had bottled up inside me.

We both exploded into fits of hilarity. I clutched my stomach; the pain I was feeling felt like a bullet wound but it was just because we were laughing so much. The paces we heard got louder as did the voices but we no longer cared about being caught out. I tried to muffle my chuckles into Harrys Jack Wills hoodie but it was too late.

Someone burst into the room and called the others over. I peeped a look at our audience that were standing in between the door frame from behind the creases of Harry's jumper. Harry had pulled my navy trench coat over our heads so we looked like a pile of wriggling clothes. Sure enough there stood the rest of the band known only as One Direction, joined by Alice and a frustrated Rachel who was still fuming from Louis' banter.

'Come on Harry, you know we have got you!' The Irish accent called out, I knew it was Niall now. Why couldn't I place that voice before? I felt my coat being ripped away from our bodies. I giggled,

'well didn't this look awkward.' I thought sarcastically.

'Oh!' A surprised Liam said, while Louis was just looking extremely amused about the whole escapade.

Harry stood up and winked at me before holding out his hand, signalling for me to get up. I wasn't one for being babied so stood up on my own.

'Ouch!' Exclaimed Louis.

'Oh no, I didn't mean it like that!' I turned to a hurt looking Harry biting my lip with guilt.

'It's okay, it was only a hand!' He smiled at me but I could tell I had offended him.

'So, I'm guessing you're the girl Harry met on the plane?' Zayn asked me, a little unsure of what had happened as were the others.

'That's me… Amelia by the way!'

'You still hadn't told me that!' Harry stated, wrapping his arms around my waist.

'Well you never asked.' I lifted my hand to his cheek planting a light kiss on the opposite one.

'What was I doing, this isn't like me and plus he is famous he's not thinking like I am, stop it Amelia, stop it!' I told myself but didn't listen.


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Its good to know people are reading though and i have some interesting ideas that will soon be down on the page! sorry they are pretty short but i have had exams and obviously the concert so havent had much time to write BUT THANK YOU! LOVE YOU!

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