Dear One Direction

Georgia Rose's POV

I throw my head back laughing at something Niall said. He's funny, and he is always making jokes about the "Kiss me, I'm Irish," thing. it's hilarious.

"Unfortunately, I have to go. Me and the lads are.... Wait, I don't even know. Paul, what are we doing today?" Niall says looking over to my new friend and his bodyguard, Paul.

"Well, you have an interview and then a concert tonight," he says, looking it up I'm guessing on his phone.

"Oh, Georgia Rose, would you like to come?" I choke on my tea when Niall asks me if I would come. Of course, but I don't have tickets.

"We could put your name on the list," he says, reading my mind. I nod my head, not trusting my mouth at the moment.

"Okay, here's my number. Someone will come to assist you to your seat." He slides me a napkin and we both get up.

He gives me a hug and my heart flutters; I never thought I would even meet him.

"Bye," I breathe out as they both take the bak door. Kaytlin smirks at me.

"shut up," I say to her playfully.

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