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I was staring off into space, dreaming. He was coming, walking down the stairs, he called out my name "Rhiannon!" Briefly the thought raced through my head, how on earth does he know my name? Instead of hesitating i stood up in shock, my chair crashing onto the dirty blue carpet. The class sniggered at my clumsiness and the teacher frowned at me, giving me a dirty look.

"Ugh, i'll be right back sir" i tried to smile convinceingly as i raced towards the door, only to be greeted by shining blue eyes, glistening in the sun. I could stared at the perfect signature outfit, stripes and red pants, of course, what else would he be wearing?  I raced out of the room, making sure not to trip on the door mat as i usually did. As i turned the corner i turned, quickly waving good-bye to my friends, convincing them that everything was under control. I sighed disappointed, of course they wouldn't know, i was the only real directioner in the class, well pretty much the school except for one other girl, she was nice, a year older than me.

"Umm" a voice, sounding rather awkward as we stood beside the building.

I quickly ripped away from my thoughts, madly blushing in embarrassement, taking a step back, quickly realising how close i was to the one and only Louis Tomlinson.

"Oh yerr, sorry. What do you want?" i stumbled, answering quite rudely.

"Oh, sorry, is your name Rhiannon?" he said again, awkwardly.

"Umm yes, what do you want me for?" i said again, trying to say it really nicely, though i new i still sounded obnoxiously rude.

"Oh oh okay, well i was told that you were our biggest fan in the school and you have dreamed about meeting me uh i mean us for ages" he spoke rapidly, stumbling over his words while nervously rubbing the back of his neck, looking, staring at anything that wasn't me while i bored my eyes into his hypnotised by the clear blue eyes.  I must of been staring for ages before i responded once again rushed and stumbling on my words, having no idea how to respond. Was i really in real life or was i dreaming one of the many i had dreamed? Louis Tomlinson meeting me, but at school? Really? We had a terrible uniform, navy blue with a gross looking green. Just when i was probably looking my worst. I had been playing tennis for our HPE assignment, all sweaty, hair everywhere, skin dry. When was i meant to wake up from this dream or in another sense, Louis seeing me like this, nightmare, umm?? Daymare?? Tee-hee i giggled to myself, wondering if anyone would notice my smirk or hear my giggle!