-Skyler-

The day couldn't go by any slower. I was waiting the whole time. The girls dragged me to all of their favorite stores and let me pay for all of the crap that they wanted. We did, however, stop at the One Direction fan shop, and I bought a bunch of merchandise with Liam on it. I wasn't going to let him know that, or show him or tell him or anything (that would be a but creepy), but at least I'd have it for later when all of this was just a dream.

-Liam-

When I got on stage, my eyes immediately started searching for her. She was in the second row with two little girls sitting next to her. I liked that she wasn't the typical fan. She wasn't in tears or screaming or wearing any 1D merchandise. Although I love that on other fans, I just didn't think that it suited her.

As we got on stage, the crowd went wild. I couldn't hear myself think over the noise. I stared at her and bit my lip, trying to stifle a smile. At this part, we were all supposed to look serious and intense, but she made me giddy.

I waved a small wave at her and she smiled her flirty, beautiful smile back at me. My heart leaped. Her lips were soft and perfect. I dreamt of their kisses.

-Skyler-

When he sang he sang to me. My heart fluttered as he got down on one knee and extended his arm, pointing at me and singing "Got to be you"

His face was adorable. His big brown eyes looked up into the crowd, smiling at the fans. His dimples showed every time he glanced at me.

I couldn't stand how cute his accent was, and how he would run around the stage with the other boys, trying stunts, and reaching his hand into the audience for high fives. He grabbed my hand and squeezed when I reached it out.

I felt so special. The girls were screaming when Liam touched me. Both of them immediately grabbed my hand that he had, desperate to get some part of him on themselves. I hadn't told them that I was going out with him.

Then I realized: Were we a thing? Was I a fling that he could have so he wouldn't be lonely when he was on tour? Maybe he did this in every place he went to.

My heart sank.

I looked up and saw the concerned look on his face for a fleeting second before he returned to waving and smiling at the other fans.

He could have so many girls. Pretty much any girl he wanted. Why would he choose me? I'm not especially pretty. I'm not that interesting. Why would he choose me?

-Liam-

I couldn't help myself at occasionally staring at her. Especially the inch of tanned, toned, exposed stomach that was revealed above the hem of her shorts. Her hair was wavy and glossy, and her smile was radiant.

Until she got this depressed look all of the sudden. I tried to cheer her up, making jokes on stage and doing absolutely stupid things on stage. I even went as far as taking my outer shirt off, leaving only my tshirt, to the other fans' delight, but she still stared blankly. When she caught me looking, she would give me a tentative, totally bogus smile.

When she was sad, it made me sad. I realized that I wanted to get off the stage and hold her hand, make her smile a real smile.

That made me take a step back. I wasn't usually like this. Normally, I was a macho man, or I liked to think of myself as one, but I never had these thoughts about girls. What was happening? I knew that she was going to be something different, but how different was she going to be? How different was she going to make me?