You were a friend of Perrie's and she normaly never spoke to you about the boys (except for Zayn) It wasn't irrelevant for her.  

Perrie knew alot of things about you but she never knew you was one of the biggest 1D fans there was. You've learned to conceal n' not't feel along the way. But today was different Perrie was talking fast and alot of how she was nervous about her and Zayn's wedding. Suddenly she stopped her talking and screamed

Perrie : "OMG!!!!!!"

You: "SHHH! OMG what is it?!"

P: "YOU'RE ONE OF MY BRIDESMAIDS AND YOU DON'T HAVE A DATE TO THE WEDDING THIS IS GONNA BE A DISSASTER !"

You:" I'll figure something out gee... "

P:WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!

Perrie quickley pulled out her phone. 

you "what are you doing?!"  you tried to grabb the phone but Perrie was sneaky. 

P: "Hello? yeah... hi Harry is that you?" 

Holy shit is she calling Harry? you thought.She can't no no no.. You were gonna embarass yourself and you knew it!

Y/N : "NO PERRIE STOP IT !" You  once again tried to snatch to phone away from her. Perrie just chuckled.

After about 2 min she hang up and said ."looks like you have a date"

------------ A week later Perrie texts you ------------

apparently you had to head down to the shop where Perrie was gonna buy the bridesmaids dresses the  cause the designer needs know your size. 

you text her back

you: * okay i'll take the bus in 5 :)'

Perrie: *no need! Harry will pick you up!*

you *whaaat nooo i'm a mess!*

perrie*uuhh have you seen Harry's hair latley? he's flawless but hey it's messier than you'll ever be love*

you *haha okay *

you're about to go up to your room when you hear how the frontdoor opens

Harry : "SORRY LOVE THE BELL WAS BROKEN AND I KNOCKED BUT YOU DIDN'T HEAR SO I UUH UMMM... BROKE IN."

you freeze 

"It's okay i'm up stairs!" You shout!

holy pig! You Don't even know Harry even thought you know all about him okay you have to act cool.

Harry knocks at your bedroom door. 

Harry "can I come in is it green light?"

He doesn't wait for  respons he walks in anyway. Thank good you didn't save all your 1D posters when you moved away from home.

H: "Sorry i just wanted to know what you looked like harry says and scratches his back. You look really pretty by the way."

you blush and laugh  cause you rememeber that you're still in your pajamas

you're quick to respond"I love your hair." Oh crap you weren't supposed to say that.

Harry chuckles "thank you but i am going to cut it don't worry."

lord help me i shall not drool. 

"Before you go on and change... I suppose you'd like to do that not because i don't like your pajamas or anything I just uuuhh..."

You can't do otherwise than smile he's adorable. 

"I thought we could get to know each other... after all i am your date to The wedding i think we should take it seriously."

SCORE! ( conceal don't feel)

"Yeah yeah that could i mean will or heh.. It's gonna be great ."

Harry smiles "so it's a date then?"

 You "yeah i'd like that..."

Harry "one more thing... What's your name?"

" Y/N."

"That's a beautiful name, well then Y/N i'll wait for you in my car." 

Is this real? 

you give Perrie one last text. 

"This wedding is gonna rock!"

It's already a quarter past midnight. Burnt out candles are completely melted on the coffee table. The scent of liquor permeates throughout the room. Harry sits on the couch calmly waiting. He becomes more and more irritated as the clock keeps ticking. He clasps his hands together and gaze at the carpet.

“Where is he?”

After leaving the movie theaters, you and your boyfriend decided to eat dinner at a pizza place. It was a chilly night and you ask your boyfriend if you could wear his denim jacket. Instead of placing his jacket on your shoulders, your boyfriend pretends that he did not hear you at all. It was obvious that he heard you, but he decides not to answer back. You let it slide because you assume he did not have a good day.

Once you enter into the pizza parlor, the employees are preparing to close. Yet, your boyfriend still insists to get something to go. He approaches the cute blonde girl standing in front of the register. Nothing is on your mind. However, the tension between you and your boyfriend as you listen to his conversation with the girl. He recognizes the Captain America character on her shirt.

"So, you're a marvel fan?"

"Nope, but I bought the shirt because I thought it was cute."

"Everything and anything looks great on you...I bet."

"Why thank you!"

The girl peers at you standing beside him. You give her a half-smile, but she could read your mind. She knows that you're his girlfriend. She knows that you feel awkward listening to the conversation. She knows you're jealous.

"So...uhh...your orders will be ready in a couple of minutes."

Your boyfriend flinches when you wrap around his arms. It is transparent that he does not want to be near you. He wants to avoid you. His cold expression says it all. You cannot fathom what is going on. It is like a horror movie. The confusion. The unspeakable rage. You try to list everything you've done wrong but nothing stands out. You want get out of the situation and go somewhere. But where?

"Order number 2015!"

As he eagerly picks up the order, you march out of the pizza place and walk all by your lonesome. While you keep walking, you hope that he will come and find you. However, you realize that he does not care. As time pass by, your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen. Your hope that he would come running after you is diminishing second by second.

At first, you enjoy the serine night time scene. Kids are running back inside their homes. The trees are dancing with the breeze. There is pure silence. Everything is going well until you bump into a drunk man. He laughs and erratically dances in front of you. Cussing under your breath, you immediately decide to cross to the other side.

"Fucking shit."

While crossing, an 18 wheeler is speeding towards you. The headlights flash at you. Your body froze in fear. The lights become brighter and brighter. The white light fills your entire vision. Everything turns black.

"Hey miss, are you alright?"

Bewildered by the unfamiliar voice, you slowly open your eyes and see a guy standing above you. You are mesmerized by his Irish accent. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. His blue eyes. You could not help but keep staring at them. He reminds you of someone. He reminds you of someone famous. Could he be?

"I'm Niall. What's your name?"

Dazed and shocked, your guts are screaming. It is Niall Horan from One Direction. The authentic dirty blonde hair adorable guy that every fan girl yearns for. You cannot believe how your fortune suddenly changes.

"I'm [your name]. N-nice to meet you."

He giggles and grips on your hand. "No need to stutter. I'll help you up."

"Thanks Niall!"

"No problem. You were nearly struck by a huge truck! Thankfully, I was able to lift you out of the way."

"I don't know how I am able to thank you. I owe you a lot."

"Like I said, it's not a problem. But how bout- why were you walking in the dark streets?"

"Well I left my boyfriend behind- he never came after-I'm sorry."

"Hey, I can listen."

"He was a fucking jerk! My boyfriend didn't want to look at me. He flirted with some girl at a cash register in a pizza shop where we were suppose to pick up our dinner. "

"What an ass. He should not treat you like that!"

"I don't understand. Aren't you suppose to be touring around?"

"Ehhh. Yeah. But our tour buses had lots of mechanical problems so we had to check in a hotel for a couple of days until the peeps send new ones."

"Dang, I bet that sucks."

"Not really. I mean I'm really the type of person who likes to take time exploring new places."

"Well, I guess that's understandable. You don't seem superficial like a typical boy band member."

"I'll take it as a compliment. Harry, Liam, Zayn, Louis and I are actually very simple guys. We are just like any other group of guys hanging at pubs or something."

"I'm impressed. You already embody simplicity."

"Of course! You know..."

"Know what?"

"You're a special lady."

"Oh please. My boyfriend does not even want to hold my hand in public."

"Then, forget about your boyfriend! I really like independent minded girls."

"I can't really say I'm an independent minded person."

Without a warning, he kisses your lips. A rush of warmth runs through your body. You're lost in his sensation. He wraps you around with his arms and pauses for a moment.

"Let's go back to my place."

"I don't know..."

"I promise. This won't be our only night together."

"I-I-I d-don't know how I feel about this. I haven't officially broke up with my boyfriend yet."

"Shhh...let this be our night together. He does not have to know."

Aroused by his words, you try to hold your composure because both of you are standing in front a house. Niall calls a cab and the two of you arrive at his place within minutes. He lifts you out of the cab and runs to his room to avoid presence of the paparazzi.

Entering into his room, you kiss his neck as he gently lays you on his bed. You want him so bad. Your body is ready. As Niall positions himself between your legs, something is twitching inside of you. You cannot explain it at all. He slowly circles his tongue inside your mouth. Your right hand continually explores until it touches his manhood mountain.

"Wanna feel it?"

"Of course I do!"

He lifts up his upper body and lets you unzip his jeans. Niall gives his seductive smile as you bite your lips. Your eyes lit up when you unleash his monster.

"It's not that big."

"Are you kidding me? I don't think I could..."

"Shh. Take your time."

"I don't think I'm good enough! I'm impure! I'm weak. You deserve someone better than me!"

He sucks your bottom lip and grins. "You purest person I've ever met. Your mind...your body...your lips. Everything is beautiful about you."

Tears roll down your cheeks. "N-Niall...I-I"

"Let me do the honors..."

After spending the night with Niall, your beeping phone wakes you up. You blindly place your hand all over the night stand until you felt the apparatus. You grab it and read the screen.

"Babe, I'm so worried about you! :( I hope you're okay. Luv you! :)"                 

Without realizing Niall looking over your shoulder, he kisses your shoulder.

"Well well..."

"He finally text me..."

"Fuck him. It's his damn loss."

"You know what? You're right! I don't need him."

"I'm glad you figured it out."

"Niall...I didn't think--"

"You didn't think you'd end up sleeping with a pop star?"

"Uhhh...yeah. Exactly."

"Remember you said you owe me?"

"Yeah."

"I owe you because you deserve a better man. You're my reward. Just being with you is my reward."

"I-I love you, Niall."

It seems like the only song preference requests I get are Taylor Swift songs XD anyways, I don't remember who requested it, but here it is!

Request here Masterlist is here

Niall:

“What do you say  When tears are streaming down your face,  In front of everyone you know?  And what do you do when the one  Who means the most to you, Is the one who didn't show?”

     You somehow knew, even from the moment before his band mates arrived without him, that Niall wouldn’t show up. Lately, the relationship the two of you had slowly began to transform into a game of tug of war, a game that you were slowly beginning to lose. Niall kept pulling and pulling and pulling, so much that you were slipping and almost ready to let go…tonight proved to you that you indeed have to let go. Knowing that you were lost deep in thought and probably staring at some poor soul, you shook yourself out of the trance you were in and took notice of Harry making his way towards you with an apologetic smile. “Hey… how are you holding up?” he asked, noticing the effect of tonight’s happenings on you.

     With a small smile on your face, you replied, “To be perfectly honest, I’ve been better…” The way you felt must’ve been obvious on your face because you didn’t know Harry that well; you weren’t the closest of friends. However, here he is, asking you about how you felt…and it’s honestly not helping in any way.

      He reciprocated that smile, peering down at you sadly. “I’m sorry…” After his apology, a silence fell between you two and you hoped that this would be the end of the conversation, or he would at least change the subject so that you wouldn’t have to think about Niall’s absence. Before that could happen, however, the other guests seemed to move and gather around something that you couldn’t see. Harry, seeing as how he had the height advantage, did his best to look over the crowd. “Well, I guess it’s time for cake!” His voice was cheerful and thick with excitement as he peered back down to you. “C’mon, have some fun. Even though Niall is my mate, you need to show yourself that you can have a good time without him,” he said, ushering you over to the large group of people and placing you smack dab in the middle of them, all eyes on you.      The fake smile you had on your face wavered under the pressure, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer. Your eyes scanned the room one final time, looking for the face you knew would make everything okay, would make you happy…but as you had expected, Niall’s beautiful smile and his ice blue eyes were nowhere in sight. Tears pricked in your eyes as you stood before all of your friends and family, watching them wait on you to say something, but no words formed and you just stood there. The first tear dropped onto your cheeks, quickly turning into a stream as they poured down your face. What could you possibly say now?

Zayn:

“You should've been there,  Should've burst through the door,  With that 'baby I'm right here' smile,  And it would've felt like  A million little shining stars had just aligned,  And I would've been so happy”

     Tension mixed with anxiety and nervousness; this is what carried through the air of your dimly lit dressing room. You gazed into the mirror, finding that your eyes were wide with fear at the thought of what was about to come. The sound of people filtering into the theatre echoed down the hall to your room, the loudness of it revealing to you just how many people were in attendance. It was opening night for the musical in which you were cast as the lead role, and your mind was filled with all of the possibilities of what could go wrong. There was one person who would immediately push all of your worries away and make you feel so confident, and that was your boyfriend Zayn. Simply being in his presence would make you feel as if a million little shining stars had aligned. From the moment the stage manager called places, you hoped you would see his face in the audience to help you wash all of your worries away. The overture commenced and you stood patiently behind the curtain, waiting for it to open and, when it did, the spotlight hit you. Your eyes scanned the crowd for a majority of the opening number…your heart broke at what you found, or should we say what you didn’t find. Despite his promises, Zayn wasn’t there… 

Liam:

“Christmas lights glisten,  I've got my eye on the door just waiting for you to walk in,  But the time is ticking,  People ask me how I've been  As I comb back through my memory,  How you said you'd be here, you said you'd be here”

      The clock hands ticked and the minutes passed as I sat, keeping my eye on the door in hopes that he would show up. He knows how important family dinners are to you, especially when it’s one where he’s officially going to be introduced to the rest of your family, not just your mom and your dad. With a deep sigh, you stood up from your chair and depressingly walked towards the kitchen, passing the large Christmas tree you had decorated yourself. Normally, just the sight of it, the beautiful tree wrapped with glistening Christmas lights, would bring a smile to your face, but it didn’t seem to work this time. He promised he would try and come, but he wasn’t sure because of his rehearsal schedule. He’d said he would work around it because he knew how important this was… “(Y/N)!” a happy voice greeted as you walked into the kitchen. Within an instant, your aunt had wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “Oh, how have you been sweetheart? How’s that boyfriend of yours? Liam, was it?” She curiously questioned, unknowingly depressing your mood even more. From the time you had arrived, you kept your eye on the door just hoping that Liam would walk in; he’d said he’d be here to officially meet the rest of my family. He promised.

     “I’ve been great, and Liam..he’s been pretty busy, ya know, with the band and everything,” you replied, plastering a fake smile on your face so she wouldn’t question it. It was honestly a lost cause, everything that you had planned for tonight. Knowing you wouldn’t see Liam tonight, you helped with cooking and tried to enjoy yourself. 

Louis:

“And it was like slow motion,  Standing there in my party dress,  In red lipstick with no one to impress,  And they're all laughing,  As I'm looking around the room,  But there was one thing missing,  And that was the moment I knew”

      ‘Text from Louis,’ is what your phone said, the brightness of it catching you off-guard. For a moment, you had been caught up in your surroundings, watching the other couples around you and envying them for what they had. Curious to see what Louis had said, you open the message and read. ‘Tonight was our anniversary dinner, wasn’t it?’ he asked, to which you didn’t even respond. After sitting in a restaurant for 30 minutes waiting on your boyfriend, who had apparently forgotten about the plans you had both made over a month ago, to show up, you’d simply had enough and you flagged down the nearest waiter. As you waited for him to walk to your table, you wiped off the red lipstick you had worn, knowing that it was Louis’ favorite on you. There was really no point in wearing it since there was no one here to impress. “Are you ready to order, miss?” he asked with a smile on his face that could be only be described as a pitying smile.

      “Can I just pay for everything I’ve already bought? Something’s come up and I…” your voice trailed off and the waiter nodded his head.

      “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got you covered. I know what it’s like to be where you are,” he offered in an attempt to make you feel a little bit better.  “Whoever he is, he’s a prick who doesn’t appreciate what he’s got.” With that, the waiter gave you another smile and walked off to continue his job, leaving you with the task of leaving. As you stood, you took in your surroundings one last time, noticing how everyone in the room seemed to be happy and laughing…everyone except you. There was something missing, and in that moment, you knew what it was. 

Harry:

“And the hours pass by, now I just wanna be alone, But your close friends always seem to know when there's something really wrong, So they follow me down the hall, And there in the bathroom, I try not to fall apart, And the sinking feeling starts, As I say hopelessly, ‘He said he'd be here’”

      A night that should’ve been filled with nothing but happiness and excitement for the future; it was the night after your graduation and the party you were holding was in full swing. Music blasted through the speakers you had set up and your classmates danced like there was no tomorrow. Not only were your classmates there, but several friends of yours were there as well. “Congrats, (y/n)!” one of them said as they walked up to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

     “Thanks!” You tried to make your voice sound as happy as it should be, but it just didn’t seem to work. Hoping that she didn’t hear it, you timidly began to pull away and as you did so, you peered over her shoulders and glanced around the room, looking for the familiar face you so longed to see. Despite the darkness of the room and the number of people crowded within it, the sinking feeling began to make itself known. “Have you talked to Harry?” You continued to glance around the room, and you even watched the front door for a bit, but he never crossed that threshold.

     “No…why?” your friend, who also happened to be one of Harry’s good friends and the reason the two of you got together in the first place, asked. Looking back at her, you could see the concern etch itself into her features and you knew she could tell something was really wrong. “Is he not here?” she added, also glancing around the room.

     You shook your head as if to say no and glanced down at your feet. “He should’ve been here by now…” Harry had told you that he would miss the actual ceremony, and you understood exactly why, but he said he would come to the party; he had said he wouldn’t miss it for the world. For hours, you had been full of hope that he would walk right through that front door, but as time wore on, your hope dimmed along with your happiness and pretty soon, you were fighting the tears as you ran down the hall to the bathroom before anyone could notice. Unfortunately, your friends knew something was wrong and chased after you. When they asked you what was wrong, you replied hopelessly, “He said he’d be here.”

He roused slightly from behind you, sighing slowly as he returned from his side of the bed to cradle you to his chest. His lips traced a trail of feathery kisses from your jaw to the nape of your neck. Morning sunlight flooded the room, bathing it in a warm orange glow. “Good morning, my baby.” he crooned huskily into your ear as you stirred.

You turned in his embrace, coming face to face with his sleepy emerald eyes and scarlet lips. Harry unconsciously ran his tongue around his lower lip, drinking in the sight of your fresh awaken. Loose hair spilled from your pillow, the light catching and illuminating the strands. With a wistful groan, he leaned in to press his  mouth against yours in a slow, gentle manner.

“Do you remember what today is?” you asked between kisses. Harry rose into a sitting position. His brows furrowed, lips parted.

“Haven’t got a clue.” he uttered, before breaking into a wide grin. “I can’t lie to you.” he shook his head as he reached under the bed to retrieve an envelope. His eyes studied your face intently as you ran a finger under the seal. Red heart confetti sprinkled out merrily along with the card.

“Dear Ms. [y/l/n],” you read with a smile. “You are cordially invited on a day spent with yours truly. Activities include: Brunch at your favorite diner (even though I prefer captain crunch), a stroll down to your favorite boutique (my treat), cab ride to the salon (that is when I leave you, although with much difficulty) and finally, an evening rendezvous at any restaurant of your choice.” Harry’s name was signed with a flourish at the end accompanied with a clumsy sketch of you and him in stick figure form, holding hands.

“Babe, its wonderful, but this..?” you pointed to the drawing. Harry rubbed his brow, smiling sheepishly.

“Never mind that, let’s get started on our special day.” He began to rise from the bed when you glanced at the clock.

“It’s not time for brunch yet.” you murmured, raising an eyebrow.

Harry turned, “What do you suggest?”  Growling lowly, you cuddled him from behind, letting your lips caress his ear with every syllable.