-Cody's POV-
written by breatheforthismoment
You know those breathing exercises that they make you do to prepare yourself for labor? Well, they don't work when you're on your way to meet One Direction.
The three of us didn't speak, too exhausted and nervous to start any sort of conversation. We had been playing their entire album in the car, and I could feel my nerves starting to get the better of me. I tried to wipe off some of the perspiration building up on my palms by rubbing them on my black jeans. I felt clammy, and nauseous. The closer we got, the more it hit me that I was going to be face to face with the voices serenading me from the radio. And with the state that I was in, I was probably going to vomit on them. Fantastic.
When we arrived, we were ushered towards a smaller, more private gate at the end of the airport. My damn handle on my suitcase kept squirming around in my hand, thanks to the extremely attractive sweat. A rather distinguished gentleman in a cliche black suit introduced himself, stating that he was Jeremy, the contest organizer. He said something about how everything was very exciting and informed us that we were waiting here for the boys; I guess they were running a bit late. I didn't exactly mind, it gave me more time to pull myself together. When I heard Casey gasp beside me, I froze.
Oh my God. Oh my dear Lord in Heaven.
I saw Harry first, his large and carefully styled bedhead catching my eye right away. He was turned to Niall, laughing about something that had been said before, his dimple on his cheek prominent. He was even more attractive in person. Evelyn better tap that for my own sake and sanity.
Niall threw his head back, his obnoxious laugh echoing through the rather empty airport. I relished over the fact that I had just witnessed Niall Horan laugh in person. But then I felt creepy, so I decided to let that thought go.
Zayn sauntered in behind those two, his face a bit worn. He looked about as tired as I felt. His hair, much like Harry's, was perfectly messy. He had a bit of stubble on his chin, which made him look even more like a Greek God.
Louis had a bounce in his step, clearly the only one out of the lot that was a morning person. He swung his arm around Zayn's neck, grinning, only to be shoved off seconds later by the grumpy boy. Well, at least Lou looked excited. I could almost hear Casey's internal shrieks beside me when she saw him.
Then I saw him, and I briefly considered curling up into the fetal position; I just couldn't take it. Liam Payne led the boys forward, taking control the way he usually did. Pictures did not do that boy justice whatsoever, he was even more beautiful in person if that was remotely possible. He had a carefree smile on his precious face, making my heart swell up like a balloon. And my Lord, was he tall. Well, compared to myself, at least.
Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson were really walking towards me.
And I wasn't dreaming.
Or hallucinating.
I hoped.
When they finally made it over to us, I noticed Evelyn yawn. I didn't blame her, I was exhausted as well. Liam gave her a confused look, but she didn't notice at first.
"Are we that boring, already?" he asked, faking a hurt expression. She erupted into a fit of nervous giggles and shook her head, causing him to smile, "I'm Liam," His voice sounded even more wonderful in person, very soothing and friendly.
"Hi, I'm Zayn," he mumbled, sleep in his voice.
"I'm Niall!" crowed the Irish blonde who seemed to be eyeing Casey. If Lou didn't go for her, she would happily take Niall, considering he happened to be her second favorite. Though, once again, she would never admit it.
