Age is Just a Number

Caroline is a 15-year-old girl who likes One Direction, but isn't in love with them like the rest of her friends. When one of her friends takes the four of them to meet One Direction backstage, Caroline meets five boys who will change her life forever.

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5. Later, Love

Caroline's Point of View

     We finally got there, and the place was crowded. We had Ella's mom drop us off at the door so she didn't have to bother with parking, and we showed the security guards our tickets. One took us directly to a small room with about four couches and a few cushy chairs. They told us to make ourselves comfortable and that the boys would be there in about ten minutes.

     I looked at the other girls in the room with us. There were about six of them, and they were all wearing miniskirts and globs of makeup. It almost made me sick to look at some of them. One even had a heartshaped tattoo with the boys names forming the heart and 1D in the middle. As Kayla, Hannah, and Ella sat down on a couch and started chattering excitedly, I plopped down in a chair and got on my phone. Yeah, I was pretty excited. But I mean, it's a boy band. Cool. They make really good music and sing well. And I was pretty psyched to meet them, but I wasn't about to flip out over them.

     As the time we had to wait grew shorter and shorter, the other girls started pulling out their phones. Some were testing their cameras, and some were on twitter or facebook. I knew that we had half an hour with them, and I would get a picture with the group of them once they were done getting mobbed by these girls, so I started playing Angry Birds.

     Just as I killed one of the green pigs, the door swung open. I heard Zayn's voice yell "Vas happening?" and a series of screams. I paid no attention, since they were immediately surrounded by nine girls going nuts. I was going to wait until they were finished. I heard them fangirling for about a minute, before they finally calmed down. At this point, I was really into the game. I could tell they were starting to take pictures, but I focused on my birds. Just as I was getting ready to launch the final and fatal bird, one that would finish the level and get me three stars for sure, I was startled by a pair of boots directly in front of me, and I launched the bird at an odd angle. It went too high, and completely missed. But before I could be angry, I heard a deep British accent.

     "'Ello, Love. You enjoying the game?"

     I followed the shoes all the way up to the face. I stared in disbelief at Harry Styles. I wanted to scold him for throwing my bird off course, but his green eyes were mesmerizing, and I couldn't say anything. I only opened my mouth and closed it. He grinned cheekily at me.

     "I'll take that as a yes. I enjoy Angry Birds, too, but I'm afraid you went a little off with that one," he said, and took the phone from my hand. I let it slide from my hand, still caught in his eyes. He proceded to start the level over, and ended it with one bird. Three stars.

     By this time I had recovered. "Well," I said, "if I hadn't been startled by someone appearing in front of me, my bird wouldn't  have gone wonky, and I would have earned the three stars instead of you." He laughed. Oh, gosh, he was even cuter when he laughed. The pictures really don't capture his looks at all. "Well," he replied, giving me back my phone, "you want a picture or not? I'll even sign it if you like."

     I smiled. "My friends would steal it if you signed a picture for me. They're way crazier about you than I am." He winked at me and grabbed my hand, sending a tingle up my spine. "Well, I guess we'll just have to sign something for them too, don't we?" Then he hauled me out of the chair.

 

Harry's Point of View

     I pulled her up out of the chair. She was really light, and gosh she was pretty. She was dressed way more casually than any of the other girls, and yet she looked better than any of them. She looked real, I suppose, compared to the girls with makeup caked to their faces.

     I took her over to the other boys and took a bunch of pictures together. Then she and I took some. After I sent her off to take pictures with the other boys, I was pulled over to take pictures with the others, but I kept my eyes on her. After they were done, we all sat down and started talking.

     I wanted to know her name, but I didn't want to just randomly ask her what her name was, so instead, I said "Alright, we've got pictures to sign for you, so line up please." They all dove into a line but her. She stayed where she was and played on her phone until everyone else had finished. Then she hopped out of the chair and came up to us. "You're too late," I said grinning. "We're all out of pictures. She raised her eyebrows at me. I knew there was a huge stack of pictures sitting next to Zayn at the front of our line. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get over it. I mean, who wants a picture signed by One Direction? Clearly, I don't. I mean, if I did, would I be in this line?"

     I laughed and called down to Zayn to sign one for her. "What's your name?" "Caroline," she replied. My heart melted. It was the most beautiful name I'd ever heard, even prettier than Evelyn. Or maybe it was just the girl that went with the name. "How old are you?" I quickly asked, and I got my reply. 15? Perfect. Not too young for me, but young enough that I could feel like I was protecting her. Wait, what was I saying? I would never see her again. I could never go out with her. She probably doesn't even like me.

     Eventually the picture reached me. Oh gosh, I thought, how do I sign this? But then I knew. I scribbled as fast as I could so it didn't seem like I was taking longer than I had on the other girls' pictures, signed my name, and handed it to her. Just as I did, someone came and told us it was time to get ready to perform.

 

Caroline's Point of View

     Just as Harry handed me the picture, someone came in and got them. Half an hour flew by way too fast. The boys stood up and waved good bye to us. Just as Harry was about to walk out the door, he turned around and winked. At me. All I could think was:

Harry. Styles. Just. Winked. At. Me.

At least, I thought he was winking at me. I was unsure whether he had winked at me for a moment, but then I realized the other girls were crowded by the door. I was standing alone. Then he smiled at me and said, "Later, Love."

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