Charlie’s POV:

I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t speak.
I just stood there with my jaw slack, staring like an idiot.
Angels. This is what angels must look like.

“Hello, Charlie!” They all spoke in unison and began to stand up and walk towards me. I snapped my mouth shut and smiled weakly.

The first one to greet me was about a foot taller than me in my already sky high pumps. “Hello, Charlie, I’m Liam Payne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I took the hand he extended towards me and gave it a slight shake. He had a perfect brown quiff with sweet, sensitive brown eyes that crinkled in the corner when his full lips stretched into a smile.

He was wearing a white t-shirt and fitted jeans with brown combat boots; the front of the jeans tucked underneath the tongues of his boots. My eyes trailed down to his enormous biceps that flexed and strained against his shirt while he shook my hand.

“H-hello. Nice to meet you.” I could barely get words to come out of my mouth. And then I realized I had been staring at the large tattoo on his muscular forearm while I spoke and I could hear one of the other boys chuckle behind him.

Liam walked back to where he was sitting and I turned to reach my hand out to shake the hand of the next boy in line when I was attacked in a huge bear hug. “Hi, dear!” I heard him speak as he continued to hug me. I saw Jeremy smirk out of the corner of my eye as he watched the show.

“I’m Louis Tomlinson. You can call me Lou. Or Tommo. Whatever you prefer.” I chuckled and said okay. He finally let me out of the embrace and I got to see his face straight on. He was about my height, in my heels, and had the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. I mean, these puppies were BLUE.

His brown hair draped across his forehead and peeked out the sides of his thick grey beanie that adorned his head. He had on a blue and white striped shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and a scoop neck just low enough that I could see a chest tattoo poking out.

Tight dark wash jeans covered his legs and were slightly rolled up to show his ankles. Can ankles even be sexy? Because his were. His feet were encased in white Keds and I smiled when I saw they had two permanent marker smileys on the tops of both shoes.

As her turned I got a really nice look at his behind. WOW. That was one nice looking ass. I shook the thought of Louis’ butt out of my mind just in time to be embraced in yet another hug. This time it was by an extremely cute blonde with a wide smile.

“Hiya, I’m Niall Horan. Pleasure to meet ‘cha!” I was taken by surprise as I heard him speak; I was not expecting him to have such a damn cute Irish accent! I didn't even know him for five seconds and I wanted to hug him again. His features were so soft and sensitive, but you could tell that he would be a total heart breaker in a couple more years.

A set of large eyes peered at me and it was like I was looking into two crystal clear pools of water. Plump, pink lips opened into a smile and I gawked at his perfect teeth. His hair reminded me of the surfers I met when I vacationed in California a few summers back; light blonde on the tips and darker by his scalp, like they had been kissed by the sun. Most of his head however, was covered by a large colorful snapback, but I could still see his golden locks peeking out on the sides and front of his head.

He wore a white loose-fitted tank shirt with some sort of logo emblazoned on the front in bold black lettering. I spent a little too much time oogling his lean arms and noticing the small tuft of chest hair poking out from under the neckline. Black jeans tucked behind white high-top sneakers covered his legs.

“Pleasure’s all mine, Niall.” I smiled like a goof, not realizing that he made me want to smile bigger. I could tell he was a very lovable kid as he skipped back to his seat next to Louis.

As I turned to the next boy, I had to stop myself from gaping at him. The one word that kept popping into my head was Model. A flawless, shiny black quiff stood about three inches off his beautiful head. A jawline that could cut ice, generously covered with dark stubble. His amber colored eyes pierced through mine like heat lasers, sending a shiver down my spine. They were accentuated by thick, gorgeous lashes and perfectly shaped eyebrows. Was I in heaven? I could really use another pinch on the arm right now.

“Hey, babe. Name’s Zayn Malik.” He smiled and winked at me as I took his hand and muttered some sort of reply. I let my gaze fall for a second to notice his lean frame. A tight, red long sleeve shirt clung to his upper body and showed off his amazing torso. The sleeves were pushed up by his elbows and displayed a plethora of tattoos on his forearms. Form fitting black jeans and black Chucks were covering his lower half.

He walked to his seat next to Liam and slung his arm over the other boy’s shoulders. I looked at the faces in front of me, counting four boys and was curious as to where the fifth member was. I turned to ask Jeremy about the other member but stopped in my tracks as the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on with a face that could make an angel sigh pushed open the glass door and met my gaze.

“Hello, love. You must be Charlie. I’m Harry Styles.”

Notes

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