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<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Niall:</span> You've been waiting in line to get your CD signed for ages, even managed to control your inner fangirl when it was your turn to go up to the boys. Last on the row was Niall - your favourite. He took your CD without even looking up, looking a bit sad, and before you could stop yourself, you ask "Are you OK?". Surprisingly, he replies "Yeah, it's just been a long day..." as he looks up to hand you back your CD. As your eyes meet, a goofy smile spreads across his face - what was wrong with you? Oh god you didn't have a bogey or anything did you? You looked at eachother for what felt like ages, and it wasn't broken until Harry (who was sat next to him) nudged him. Quick as a flash, the Up All Night CD was ripped out of your hand, and you watch curiously as Niall quickly scrawled something on the back of it and handed it back. It wasn't until you'd left the shopping centre that you looked down at the back of my CD: Sorry I didn't catch your name lovely, drop me a text though yeah? - along with his number. You couldn't help the goofy grin that spread across your face.</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Zayn:</span> You hand your CD over to Zayn, the first in the line up. He stares at you for quite a while, making you feel a bit uncomfortable, as well as paranoid. "Your beautiful you know," he says, and you nearly fall backwards, but instead you just blush. You manage to catch yourself though, he probably just says that to everyone, you know to make them feel special, goes with their image and what-not. Not a big deal. But you can't help but listen out to what he says to all the other fans as you make your way down the row, basically ignoring all the other boys. You can't help but smile as you walk away for two reasons. One, you didn't hear Zayn tell any of the other fans they were beautiful or anything similar. Two, your gaze lowered to the CD in your hand, where Zayns black sharpie marks pratically glowed: Beautiful girl - Call me?</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Louis:</span> You couldn't help but feel special. Here you were, having your CD signed by none other than the One Direction boys, but Louis was holding up the queue of fans, seemingly just to talk to you. He kept looking over his shoulder at Paul, their minder, who was starting to get really annoyed, and flashing him a cheesy grin. Then out of nowhere, Louis jumps out of his seat and bursts out singing Carly-Rae Jepson's 'Call Me Maybe'. You knew they always said he was the really random one, but this outburst took you by surprise. Soon enough though, the other boys, all the staff and the fans joined in, clapping along. It wasn't until you were leaving the mall shaking your head with laughter that you noticed what Louis had scribbled down on your CD: Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?!?! (PLEASE?)</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Liam:</span> The pushing and shoving at the front of the queue was beyond ridiculous, some of the fans getting too excited and pushy. Your annoyance must've shown on your face, because when you finally reach the boys, Liam gives you a sympathetic smile before standing up and yelling to the crowd "Calm down everyone, you will all get a turn. Please don't push and shove, we don't want any of you to get hurt!", and the crowds instantly appeared to calm down. You smile at him appreciatively, as he asks "Whats your name Sweetheart?", "(Y/N)", smiling, he signs the CD and passes it down the line to Niall. After all the boys had signed your CD, you made to leave, completely content at how the day had gone. As you were walking away, you hear someone shouting your name, "(Y/N)! (Y/N)". Unsure as to whether they were calling for you, you slow down and turn around to see a short, bald body guard running to catch up with you. "This is for you," he said, handing you a piece of paper, as he struggled to catch his breath. You unfold the note and read: (Y/N), we finish here at around 4pm. If you can stick around til then it'd be great, I'd really like to speak to you properly. Hopefully see you later, Liam x</li>
<li style="list-style: none; margin: 5px; padding: 0px;"><span class="label" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; margin-right: 5px; background-color: #f3f3f3;">Harry:</span> You felt completely out of your depth. Sure you were a fan of One Direction, loved their music, really admired them etc. but being at the signing surrounded by slightly crazy devoted fans of the boys made you feel almost uncomfortable, like you didn't belong there. Despite that, you'd persisted - you were going to get your CD signed by your favourite band. When you reach the top table, you get your CD signed as quickly as possible by Louis and Zayn, feeling bad for taking up their time when there were clearly other fans who desperately wanted/needed that time with them. Just as you pass your CD over to Harry, the girl to the left of you starts screaming so loud you thought you ear drums might burst, and on the right, a girl had just fell over because she'd been crying so much, completely overwhelmed. You help the girl to stand up, all the while staring at Harry hopefully giving him a look that said, how the hell do you deal with this all the time, and you're sure you see him roll his eyes slightly. Before you can stop yourself, sarcasm gets the better of you, "Yeah, I always have the girls falling at my feet, you'll get used to it eventually," you wink, grinning as Harry bursts out laughing. He asks for your name and signs the CD case, still chuckling to himself. As he went to hand back the CD, he motions for you to come closer, and as you do, he whispers in your ear, "Stick around yeah? We finish at about 4pm, and when everyones gone we could hang out for a bit. I'd love to hear about these girls falling at your feet," You both smile at eachother, and you nod, too shocked for words.</li>
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