DaisyWrittern
Niall sat bolt right on top of his chair. His eyes never leaving the screen infront of him, a dreamy look crossed his face. Infront of a him a girl was laughing, her giggles echoed through the speakers. The interviewer chuckled at the girl in the seat infront of him.
“Sh- Shes-“
“Beautiful”, Niall turned his head in a snap. A mob of brown curls walked over and sat in the seat beside the Irish boy. Harry too looked at the girl with love and desire in his eyes. Niall bit the inside of his cheek, turning again to the screen. Finally he had met his princess, well not met but seen. Harry too had the exact same feeling, but they didn’t know that soon one of their dreams would come true.