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It has a few little stories involving one direction!!!!1

"Are you done yet?" Sabrina called from the living room of our flat.
 
"One sec." I said, smiling at my image in the mirror and walking out to see Sabrina sprawled out on the couch.
 
"Finally." she breathed, following me out the door.
 
~*~
 
"I'll have a one scoop chocolate on a cone." Sabrina said, smiling at the lady behind the counter.
 
"Make that two." I said, and the lady nodded at us.
 
A little dong went off, letting us know someone had just entered the little Sweets shop.
 
"Hey Mary!" A British voice said to the woman. It was normal though, seeing as we were in London. So, I didn't turn around. Hell, Sabrina and I were starting to pick up an accent!
 
"Hey boys." she said handing Sabrina and I our cones.
 
"Thank you." Sabrina and I said, turning to find a table.
 
"Mary, it's nice to see you have costumers, especially such pretty ones." the voice said again, making me almost drop my cone.
 
Harry Styles and Niall Horan stood right there. In the flesh. Smirking down at Sabrina and I.
 
"I- umm.. erm..." I said, trying to say thank you, or anything. But failing miserably.
 
Even though I had gone over meeting One Direction about a million times with Sabrina, nothing could have prepared me for the real thing.
 
"Mary, give Niall and I what they have." Harry said to Mary.
 
"Sure thing Harry."
 
"So, what brings you two here?" Niall asked, looking Sabrina up and down. She was probably having a mental breakdown right about now.
 
"We... umm, were going t-to go shopping." I said, trying to keep my voice calm, but yet again failing.
 
"Oh, are we talking pantie shopping?" Niall snickered, licking his lips.
 
"Yeah, actually, and dresses for clubbing." Sabrina said, plucking up the courage and speaking to the Gods in front of us.
 
"Oh, very nice." Harry said, stepping closer and closer to me until I could feel his breath against my face.
 
All too soon he was backing away. Holding his and Naill's cones in his hand. Not hands. Hand. As in, his hands were big enough to hold both cones with no problem.
 
"Come join us." Niall said, taking Sabrina's hand and leading her to a four seated table. Harry did the same for me and I followed willingly.
 
When we had finally sat, Niall still hadn't dropped Sabrina's hand, and I saw her cheeks turn a deep red.
 
"So, what are you're names?" Harry asked, and I turned to face him again.
 
His head was resting on his hand, staring at me intently.
 
"I'm Aimee, and that chick is Sabrina." I smiled over at my friend.
 
"Pretty names for pretty ladies." Niall said, making Sabrina and I giggle.
 
The conversation took off and Sabrina and I loosened up, after all, they are just people.
 
After we had all finished our cones, we continued to talk until Sabrina and I really had to go shopping.
 
"Well thanks for the talk." Harry smiled and he and Niall handed us their numbers. We hugged and left.
 
~*~
 
Sabrina and I arrived at out flat later that evening with a lot of bags from our shopping adventures.
 
I set all mine down to give my arms a break, and I laughed at Sabrina flopped down on the couch, letting her bags fall wherever.
 
I yawned, and smiled at the memory of today. I started to blush when I remembered that halfway through our conversation with the boys, Harry's hand had found it's way to my thigh.
 
I took my phone out, quickly saving Harry as a new contact and sending him a text.
 
*Hey Harry! It's Aimee* I sent, waiting for his text. Sure enough, not even a minute later, my phone went off.
 
*Hey Aims! Today was fun. We should hang out again.*
 
*Definitely!* I smiled. It was actually Harry. Harry. Styles. Wow.
 
*So... when are you going to model your new undies for me? ;)* He was so cheeky!
 
*Mmmmm... how bout never!* I teased, feeling all giggly.
 
*Oh, come on... please?* he sent back and I started laughing.
 
*Ok, maybe.... if you're good ;)* Did I seriously say that?
 
*Alright... Ill try my best, but no promises!*
 
*I have to sleep, long day at work tomorrow, night cheeky monkey!*
 
*Sleep tight, don't let the Harry Styles' bite... but if you tell me where you live, we could maybe arrange something...* I shook my head.
 
*Night Harry.* I sent before setting off to get ready for bed.

I checked my phone and saw a message from an unknown number.
 
*You're sexy* It read. No who the fu- I felt my phone vibrate, and a new text popped up from the same number
*and you have a sexy blog*
How on earth did they know about my blog?!?
 
*Who are you?* I sent back quickly.
 
*Nobody* God damn it.
 
*Seriously.* I was tired of this.
 
*It's Louis. Louis Tomlinson. Remember? You handed me your number when I was eating out with friends* I read it an felt myself bubble with excitement. Holy shit monkeys! Louis. Fucking. Tomlinson! AHHHH! Shit, be cool, be cool.
 
*Oh, I forgot! Haha, we should like hang out sometime ;)* Did I seriously send Louis Tomlinson a winky face?!?
 
*Sounds great babe ;D* I died internally after reading this message.

"Okay, stop going easy on me! Let's play for real this time." I said, hitting Harry as he let me win the racing game AGAIN.
 
"Okay, fine. Whoever loses has to give the other a blow job, or eat the other out." Harry said with a sly grin.
 
"Sorry, I don't think I want your filthy mouth anywhere near that." I snorted, rolling my eyes.
 
"Oh, so you think you can win, do you?" Harry raised his eyebrows at me.
 
"Fine. Deal." I sighed, grasping Harry's pinky with mine, sealing the deal.
 
Let's just say that my knees hurt on my walk home...

"Thank you Louis." I said as we reached my door.
 
"No problem." Louis smiled as me.
 
"No, thank you for everything. You truly are amazing." I blushed. Truth was that I had developed a sort of liking for my best friend.
 
"Oh, well, erm, you're welcome." Louis said, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion.
 
"Louis." I said before he could walk away.
 
"Yeah babe?" He stopped and turned to face me.
 
"I like you. A lot. Like, al lot, a lot..." I said awkwardly, watching his eyes widen in surprise.
 
"I like you a lot a lot too." He smiled, kissing my cheek before heading down the street to his house, leaving me smiling like a fool.