Hope you enjoy, Bre :)

"I can't believe this is actually happening," Bre thought. “I’m actually meeting them.”

Bre was next in line to meet her favorite band-One Direction. She was having to focus on breathing. She felt like this was all a dream.

“Hi, I’m Louis,” he said as he hugged her.

“I’m Bre,” she said nervously, but with a huge smile on her face.

“Nice to meet you, Bre.”

Bre’s jaw dropped when she stopped to hug Zayn. He was just so… beautiful. She felt her heart melt when he smiled.

“Hello, beautiful,” Zayn said smoothly. “I’m Zayn. What might your name be?”

“I-I’m Bre,” she stuttered. She was blushing badly.

Harry was the last one she talked to.

“I’m not that perverted!” he laughed as he was defending himself.

“Oh, yes you are, Harry!” Bre smiled.

Bre frowned when she realized her time with the boys was over. She turned to walk away when Zayn grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. He placed a note in her hand. He smiled, but said nothing as he walked back to his spot.

“I hope this wasn’t a joke,” Bre muttered to herself. She was sitting on the bench by Jamba Juice-exactly where Zayn’s note had asked her wait.

Zayn finally convinced his security guard that we would be fine by himself. He saw Bre sitting on the bench.

“She actually waited,” he whispered with a smile on his face. He jogged over to her. “Hey, Bre.”

Bre jumped slightly before responding. “Hey,” she said.

“You actually waited,” he said, repeating his earlier words louder this time.

“You asked me to,” she said while looking down. “I was just hoping it wasn’t a joke.”

“Definitely not a joke,” he assured her. “It’s just…. You seem like a really cool girl and I just wanted a chance to talk to you a little longer.”

Bre’s face lit up with a smile. “Really?”

“Really.” Zayn returned the smile. “Um, Bre?”

“Yes?”

Zayn shifted nervously. “It’s just... It’s almost time for dinner.” He looked into her eyes. “I was just wondering. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” Bre’s face was one of utter shock, which made Zayn start babbling. “I mean, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I was just suggesting it. Maybe another time-“

“Zayn,” Bre interrupted him. “I’d love to have dinner with you.”

Zayn smiled and laced his fingers with hers. She gave his hand a soft squeeze.