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Liam: The street outside your hotel was more crowded than it had been for the past few days. You tried to push through the crowd of people, but they pushed back and you suddenly realized that they weren’t even moving anywhere. You tried even harder to squeeze through until you reached the hotel doors, slipping inside them and fighting off a feeling of claustrophobia. Barely inside the door, you bumped into someone, but before you could fall over, their hands were gripping your arms. “You alright? I’m sorry; I should’ve been watching where I was walking.” You looked up at the accent and made direct eye contact with Liam Payne. He repeated his question. “Oh. I’m alright. Thanks.” He smiled and continues on his way out the door to where his fans were shouting for his attention.
Niall: Sea breezes and sunshine had brought both of you to the exact same location. A small, semi-private beach behind the hotel where you were staying. You went out rather early in the morning, wanting to get to the beach before the noisy family of five that you’d seen the night before. The waves were calm, the sand clean, and the sky was pale pink fading into blue. You dropped your towel on the sand alongside your sandals, and walked towards the water. It was cold, but not cold enough to deter you from going in deeper. Soon, the bottom dropped out from under you and you were treading water, looking up at the morning sky. And then the wind picked up and with it, the waves grew in size. A large one came roaring down at you, pummeling you down below the surface. Another and another until you couldn’t surface for long enough to draw breath. There was a sound over the waves, but you couldn’t quite pick out what it was saying. A warm arm wrapped around your middle and you were being dragged back to shore. When your back hit the sand, you began coughing up the water you’d swallowed, blinking at the sunlight that was suddenly so much brighter than before. A person appeared over you with bright blue eyes; surely you were dead and this man was an angel. “No, I’m just Niall. Not an angel.” He laughed, reaching out a hand to help you to your feet. “Thank you so much for saving me.” You gasped out, leaning against him once you were standing again. “It was no problem. I couldn’t let you drown, especially not now that I see how pretty you are.”
Harry: It wasn’t everyday that you get to go on a Safari. It was even more rare to go on a nineteen-day long Safari with a celebrity in your group. You were just thinking that it would be you, your parents, a middle-aged man with a big camera, an old couple, and maybe another small family. Instead, you arrived at the place to find that the group would consist of your family, a photographer, an intimidating man with big arms, and Harry Styles. The first two days you weren’t sure how to act around him. It was only the six of you, so it was hard to not be around him and be noticed by him. He was nice, kind to your parents, constantly joking around with his security guard and the photographer. On the morning of the third day, he fell in step beside you on the way out to the safari jeep. “Do you not like me?” His voice startled you; it was rough and full of sleep still. “No, it’s not that. I just don’t know how to be around you; I’m a fan, so I don’t want to come on too strong.” Harry laughed, “You’ll be fine. If you haven’t gone crazy on me yet, I doubt you will at all.” After that, you tried to be more of a conversationalist with him. At the end of the first week, you had formed a friendship of sorts, spending time together even when you were in a city stop on the journey. The second week flew by in a bunch of photographs and elephants and giraffes, one lion kill, and cheetah cubs following their mother across the path. By the time it was over, you had grown attached to Harry, more so than you had before as a fan, and you liked to think that he had a connection with you too. While you waited at the airport on the very last day, he waited beside you, shaking his leg up and down. Your family’s flight number was called and you stood up to go board the flight. “Y/N, wait.” Harry jumped up to follow you. “Here’s my number. Call me if you’re ever in London or LA. Or anytime, really.” He smiled shyly (how the table have turned) and you accepted the slip of paper he’d written the digits on before running to catch up to your parents.
Zayn: You’d been drinking for days and hadn’t been sober since the plane had touched down. Being in Cabo was one of your favorite experiences although you could remember very little of it. There were flashes of the beach, sunlight shimmering off the ocean. A nice guy with dark hair and inky arms kept buying you drinks and he had a lovely voice that you know you’d heard somewhere before. Once or twice you woke up in his bed, but you were gone and drinking again before he was even awake. On your second to last day, your friends decided that you’d probably had your body weight in alcohol, so they cut you off. That was the first time that you saw him without your beer goggles and he was astoundingly more attractive. You finally recognized him as well, and apologized for anything you could’ve said or done over the past few days that had embarrassed or offended him or yourself. Zayn just laughed and told you it was fine. At the end of the day, you still ended up in his bed, but this time you were sober and actually remembered the wonderful events.
Louis: The pyramids had always fascinated you, so now that you had the chance to go and tour inside of the Great Pyramid, you were taking that chance. Also, One Direction was performing in Cairo that week, so you were planning on going to their concert as well. What you didn’t expect was for One Direction to be going on the tour as well. But they were and so were you and you were going to be stuck in a pyramid with your favorite band for however long. You were walking right in front of them, minding your own business and listening to the tour guide talk about the pyramid. When he mentioned something about mummies, you felt a chill run down your spine, and you shivered, causing the boy behind you to chuckle. “Boo!” He whispered right into your ear. You jumped around, your heart pounding for some reasons, and you came face to face with Louis Tomlinson. “Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you so much.” He smiled and touched his fingertips to your arm, motioning for you to follow the guide forward. Throughout the rest of the tour, he continued to slightly frighten you, until at last, he scared you enough that you screamed. The sound echoed through the tunnels, deafening the group of people around you. When you were back out in the sunlight, you face him again, hand on your hips, ready to tell him off for being annoying. “I’m sorry, you were just too easy to tease.” Louis grinned and offered his hand out to you in apology. You accepted his hand and a few days later when you went to their concert, he invited you backstage beforehand.
