A Dark Past with an Amazing Future

-Lily-

As I set up my stuff, I heard a jingling from the front door.

My heart started to pound as I saw fucking One Direction walking through the door. They were quickly guided to a studio towards the back. Did I actually see what I just saw? Or am I just hallucinating because I'm so tired?

When the man came back into the room, I quickly reorganized my thoughts and got ready to play my favorite song that I had written.

I guess he saw my flushed face, because he said, "you're a One Direction fan, aren't you?"

I chuckled and shrugged politely, and finally was able to play him my song.

Needless to say, he loved it. And needless to say, once he saw my resume, his eyes dimmed, and he ended up rejecting me. My heart sank. I only had so many chances left to make it.

As he escorted me out the door, rather carefully, I noticed, I could also tell that he felt bad for me. He stopped me on my way out and said, with his eyes pointed at the ground, "Come on, I'll let you meet the band."

I will admit, I was extremely as we went back into the back rooms of the studio. We had to wait outside the door for a while, due to the bright red ON AIR sign that was turned on above the door. We stood there in silence. He was scared of me. I was used to it.

When the door finally opened, I walked into five absolutely gorgeous boys flipping their hair out of the formation that the big headphones had sculpted them.

The man introduced me, lead me to a seat, and then quickly left. He avoided touching me and making eye contact. It was okay. This wasn't the first time this had happened.

I looked up to five sets of eyes looking at me. Louis smirked and cheekily broke the silence, "What was that about?"

I smiled and shrugged, acting as if I had no idea. I re-introduced myself. I told them that I was a DJ and everything that came with that. It was nice that they were so curious about me and my life. They were all better than I could have imagined. They weren't over-exposed famous boys, they were just regular teenage boys.

Louis was super funny, Niall was laughing, Liam was sweet and polite, Harry kept messing with his tousled curls and asking me every question that it seemed he could think of, and Zayn stared at me with his penetrating and gorgeous eyes.

Eventually, the fun had to end. Their manager came in and warned them that it was time to go. What I loved about them was their frendliness and their trusting nature. They all came and gave me a big hug. They all smelled different, nevertheless amazing.

The best part of that day, possibly that week, possibly that month, possibly for that year, possibly for the last ten years, was when Harry Styles approached me and cheekily wrote his number on the back of my hand.

He winked as he walked out the door. I didn't want to show him that I was melting on the inside, so I just smirked back. He bit his lip and gave a small wave as I watched him finally walk out.

Did I just flirt with Harry Styles and he flirted back I think I did. What?!

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