Broken Parts

I walked around the hotel alone my headphones full blast, singing so loudly that I could be heard almost anywhere in the lobby. I have yet to care what people think of my voice; unless of course I see someone cute then maybe I would tone it down a bit, but honestly my head was so lost in the music I most likely would not even notice if somebody was standing rite behind me or even rite next to me. This could sometimes be a problem considering that I have a tendency to just turn myself around not thinking that somebody could be rite next to me, and there were so many people around, checking in. I had knocked over a few people earlier. I felt so silly but it never stopped me form repeating the same accident, you would think I would have learned after three times, but I didn’t.

Maybe It was a good thing that I didn’t learn, I mean not for the people that I kept running into, but for me. If I had not been so caught up in my own mind and the music spilling out of my headphones I would have never bumped into him. Not only did I bump into him, but I managed to fall on top of him. I apologized without ever looking up from the ground where my eyes focused on his shoes, they were black and had a lime green outline. I was almost to nervous too look up.

When I finally gained enough courage to take my eyes off his shoes, I looked up. As I looked up, I was met with his piercing blue eyes; they were staring back at me. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t speak, I managed to quietly apologize to him once again.

Awkwardly I stared, I did not mean to but I couldn’t pull my eyes off of him. I was mortified at my behavior, and the harder I tried to walk away, the more I was drawn to him. The silence between us was broken when he spoke,

“Hi, I am Niall. What’s your name?” he asked raising his eyebrow in a bit of concern.
I stumbled on my words “Hel -hello I’m Rachel.” I said, at the moment unsure of my own name.
He laughed in amusement of my clearly distraught behavior.
I had never been so nervous in my life.

I wanted to speak, but the words were unable to escape my lips. Before I got the chance to force them out, Niall was being greeted by four others who were running threw the lobby hollering out his name. I took the opportunity, and while he turned his head to address the distraction that was headed our way I turned and sprinted away. He didn't have the chance to say another word to me.

When I was at a safe distance, and I knew he could no longer see me in the sea of people flooding the hotel lobby I turned back and glanced at him one last time. When I saw him, I could see his eyes searching the crowd for me, he looked confused. I wanted to return to him but I knew that I would be unable speak and I would only further my embarrassment.

I was so angry with myself, I managed to run into Niall Horan and I was unable to speak to him. I had given it much thought before, what would I even say if I happened to meet one of the members of One Direction. I mean I thought of the possibility, after all I was in Los Vegas because I had tickets to their concert, I just never thought I would actually have the opportunity to meet one of them.

Everything that just happened continued to replay in my head, I tried to ignore my stupidity once more, by shoving my headphones back in my ears, and returning to mindlessly walking around the hotel lobby.

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