One Shots

Aly&Harry

I remember everything. The moment we met...

"You know it's kind of creepy how much stalking you did to find out where they are going to be" Nick says with a laugh as we wait in line to get into the club.

"Oh hush,” I say with a smile, flashing our ID's to the bouncer as we walk in. "If this is the only chance I have to see them in person I'll take it." One Direction was currently touring in Australia and I hadn't been able to afford tickets so the best I could do was find out where they were staying and what clubs they were going to hit up in the hopes of actually seeing them. I wasn't planning on mobbing them for an autograph or anything; I just wanted to make sure they were real. "Besides, it's not like you'd pass up an opportunity to go clubbing" I say with a grin. He shrugs, conceding. "Now be a good boy and go get us some drinks,” I say with a laugh pushing him in the direction of the bar as I find an empty booth, sliding in.

I scan the club, my eyes locking on the VIP section. A smile splits my face as I see the signature curly hair and quiff of Harry and Zayn, telling me that the boys were here. Thank you Twitter, I think to myself silently.

Nick comes back with a few drinks and we down them quickly before hitting the dance floor. I jokingly dance up against Nick, causing both of us to laugh. After a while, he goes off to get us another drink, leaving me alone on the dance floor. Soon after he leaves, I feel hands slide around my waist as someone starts dancing behind me. I turn around to see who it is and my eyes widen at the person in front of me. "What are you doing out here?" I ask the curly haired boy in shock.

"I wanted to dance,” he says with a cheeky smile. "And when I saw the pretty girl's boyfriend leave I thought I'd take my chance. I think he's jealous by the way" I glance back at Nick who had paused on the way back, a drink in each hand, looking confused as to whether he should continue or not. I send him a look telling him to go away and he smirks wriggling his eyebrows at me before sauntering off and starting to chat up some girl.

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend,” I say.

"Well good" he says with a grin. "Then I'm Harry"

"Aly" I say with a smile

Our first date...

"Wow you sure work fast don't you Mr. Styles,” I say with a laugh looking from the boy to the limo waiting behind him. He grins and nods his head.

"Only the best" he replies opening the door for me. I slide and he slides in beside me.

"So where are we going?" I ask

"You'll see" he replies mysteriously.

"No way" I breathe when we arrive at our destination. He jumps out of the car, offering me a hand, which I take, my eyes not leaving the scene in front of me. "Are we seriously going up in that?" I ask.

"Yep" he says proudly looking at the hot air balloon in front of us. We get in and the guide explains the basic safety regulations, like no climbing on the basket, no messing with the fire, common sense stuff like that, before we lift off. I grab onto Harry's arm as the basket jolts and he grins, wrapping an arm around my waist as I look out over the harbor.

"This is incredible,” I say with a gasp seeing the lights from the Opera House below.

"Just wait, it gets better,” he says with a smile pointing off to the side. "Just watch over there, it should be starting soon" Sure enough, moments after he speaks, the sky to the left lights up, fireworks exploding over the sky.