#what-direction

You wake up and it's just another normal summer day, you think to yourself. You know the boys' tour is ending this month so you check your twitter to see if they're off yet, as you like to know where they go to vacation. The first tweet you see is from Niall saying: "ahh finally back home in good ol' mullingar for a while time to relax. what you guys up to?" Your stomach fills with excitement wondering where Harry is. You jump over to his profile and see a rather strange tweet. "decided to take some time off..in a mystery location ;)" As you wonder where that could be, you get a call from one of your best friends.

"Hey Meaghan, you like that one band with the guys in it, right?"

"Yeah, One Direction, why?" you asked.

"Well, that one that you really like..I think I just saw him walking outside of a hotel."

Your heart stops. Surely, it couldn't be Harry. "Hey, what hotel is it?" you ask your friend.

He tells you and you two end your conversation. You know you don't want to get your hopes up to be disappointed, but can't resist going to check it out. You make yourself look decent in as little time as possible and hop in your car to drive over there. 

Upon arriving at the hotel, you see it. In the parking lot is a black Range Rover. Your heart starts beating faster but you try to tell yourself it could be anyone else's car. You notice the spot next to it is empty and swiftly steal it up, just in case it is him. 

You sit in your car, thinking of what you should do. You rule out going in and asking, figuring he's either under a fake name or they won't tell you what room he's in anyways. About ten minutes later, you're struck with an idea. You decide that, in order to figure out if it really is Harry, you can peek in the windows of his car. As you get out and begin to investigate, you try one of the doors, just for the fun of it. It opens. You're shocked someone would really leave their car unlocked, but hop in anyways. As you're looking around you see something. A whole stack of papers and at the top you notice they're addressed to none other than Harry Styles. 

As you begin to take in the pure thrill of being in Harry Styles's car you hear something. Someone. Coming towards the Rover. You make a dive for the backseat and just in time. Harry Styles is going for a drive. 

You make yourself as quiet and unnoticeable as possible, hoping this car ride isn't too long and wishing you hadn't left your phone back in your car. 

Time passes and you're still driving around. You have no idea how long it's been, but you know you're getting hungry. All of a sudden, your stomach erupts in a fit of growls. You pray on your life Harry didn't hear, and just when you think the coast is clear, you hear him say "I was wondering if you were ever going to speak up, but I guess your stomach decided to do it for you." You don't even have to see him to know he's got a smirk on his face. Realizing you've been caught, you decide to get up from your not so comfortable spot in back.

You climb on up to the front seat and introduce yourself, wondering how you're going to explain why you are in his car. He's waiting for an answer, so you decide to go with the truth. After you're finished with the story, a smile spreads across his face and he lets out a light laugh. "You know, Meaghan, you're lucky you're cute, otherwise I might have had to call the cops."

You're flustered by the compliment; Harry Styles, you're favorite person in the world, just called you cute. You two make your way around town laughing and talking the whole way. You come across a restaurant and get some food as well. As the sun starts to set, he pulls over on the side of the road and takes you out into the field right next to it. 

As you're laying next to him in the grass, he takes your hand. You turn to look at him, to find he's already been staring at you. You can tell he wants to kiss you, and you can't deny yourself that you want it to, so you let it happen.

Fireworks are going off in your mind as he pulls away and says he should probably be taking you back to your car. 

When you arrive back at the hotel, you rush to your phone to make sure nothing urgent happened while you were out. In the midst of checking it all out, Harry swipes your phone, hits a few buttons and gives it back. He gives you one more kiss goodbye and tells you he'll text you later.

Meaghan threw her last pair of shorts in a drawer. Her best friend brought her to California to relax since being on summer break. Rachel, Meaghan's friend, insisted on going to the hotel's pool right after they had gotten unpacked. 

"Meaghan!" Rachel squealed as soon as they got outside, towels in hand. "Guess who's here!"

Meaghan just rolled her eyes and smiled. They found some chairs to sunbathe in. "Who?"

"You suck at guessing. But the boys are here!" Rachel clapped her hands and settled down in her chair. 

Rachel was a huge fan of One Direction. So was Meaghan, but she kept it inside. She screamed with excitement in her head. Meaghan put on her sunglasses as she started to daydream about meeting them. 

About an hour later, Rachel went back up to the hotel room to call her mom and get more sunscreen. Meaghan decided to get in the pool to cool off. She floated on her back a bit. There were some other people in the water, but they were on the other side. 

She felt something or someone blocking the sun. Meaghan opened her eyes and stood up in the water. It was a guy. His hair was a wet heap on his head, but his emerald green eyes were just as obvious as ever. 

"Harry," she whispered.

He chuckled at her. "Hello, love. You look a bit lonely. Wanna come hang out with the boys and I?"

Meaghan just nodded in response. He wrapped his arm around her waist and started leading them towards the other boys. 

"Actually, they seem kind of busy. Let's just stay right here." He smiled at her. 

Meaghan couldn't really say no. Harry Styles was wanting to hang out in the pool with her. Shirtless. Rachel still wasn't back yet, so she decided to stay with Harry. 

"I'm Meaghan by the way. It's nice to meet you. I'm a big fan," she said, Australian accent thick. Harry laughed at how nervously she seemed to speak. 

"Of course you're a fan! Who isn't a fan!" He yelled up towards the sky. Meaghan smiled and splashed him. He looked hurt and splashed her back. 

Soon enough, they had a little water fight going on and Meaghan was wadding through the water to get away from Harry. He grabbed her waist and picked her up. 

"Harry! Put me down!" She started squirming, but Harry wasn't letting go. He threw her a few feet away from where he was standing. 

When she resurfaced, Niall was standing next to her. She yelped at how he scared her. 

"Sorry, love. Didn't mean to scare you!" He turned towards Harry. "Aye, mate! We're leaving now. Come on, we can come back down tomorrow." 

Harry made my way to Meaghan. "This was a lot of fun. Same time tomorrow?" 

"I'd like that," she responded. Harry kissed her cheek and got out of the pool, following the boys back inside the hotel. Maybe she should let Rachel drag her to another country more often.