Imagine dating a boy who is a pop sensation. No, not Justin Bieber. Not Cody Simpson either. I'm talking about Harry Styles. You know, from One Direction? Sammy understands how it feels. She met Harry at a signing and they instantly fell in love with each other. But love isn't that easy. Harry has to leave to tour soon but hasn't told Sammy yet because he doesn't know how to. When he does leave, Sammy never leaves her house, either staring at her computer screen or watching television. A rumor spreads that Taylor Swift and Harry began dating when they were in New York City for one of their concerts. Sammy hears about it and is devastated. He promised he wouldn't cheat. He lied.


1. "It's nice to actually see your face up close.."

   I stepped into the car, grasping onto the steering wheel. I took a deep breath and looked in the back seat. "You ready, love?" I ask my younger sister. Staring at her outfit, I smile. One Direction t-shirt, pants with the British flag on one side and the Irish flag on the other, Toms with One Direction quotes written all over them; her whole outfit was adorable is what I'm trying to state. 

 "Of course, I am! I'm about to meet the hottest, sexiest, cutest boy-band of all time! One Direction!" she squeals, making me have to plug my ears. 

 "Hope she's not like this the whole time," I mutter. "What am I saying? Of course she's going to be like this the whole freaking time." I start the car up and pull out of the drive way. I can hear the sound of Stephannie 'fangirling' in the backseat. This is going to be extremely hard for me. There's going to be thousands of girls exactly like Steph there. I'll be deaf by the time we get home. 

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 "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Stephannie was pretty much chanting that when we got to the venue where the boys were holding the signing. 

 "Shall we go in now?" I ask, chuckling. She just stood there, frozen. "C'mon." I grab her wrist and start walking to the main entrance. When I get inside, the whole place is just as I suspected it. Tons of girls everywhere, screaming, squealing, and singing lyrics to different One Direction songs. "Holy crap," I say. "I can't even hear myself."

 "Look, Sammy! There they are!" Steph screams, pointing somewhere. I look to where she's pointing and see five boys sitting at a table. One of them caught my eye. He was looking around and spotted me. I looked behind me and saw no one. Is he looking at me? I looked back at him, seeing that he is looking at me. I flashed him a smile and he smiled back before looking at the boy next to him. 

 "C'mon, let's get in line!" I hear Steph scream, pulling at my arm.

 "What? No-no-no-no, I'm not going in line, only you are," I tell her, kind of shouting it since I know she can't hear me because of all the noise. 

 "No, you're coming with me, Sammy!" she pulls at my arm a bit harder this time. I give up and start walking to the line with her. This is going to be a long day. 

                                                ~1 Hour Later~

 "Look, we're almost there," Steph whispers in my ear. I look over in front of us and see that the table is only a few feet away. When I say a few feet, I mean like steps. Just wanted to verify that. 

 "Yeah, we are," I mutter. The line was moving pretty fast and since Steph was in front of me, she got to see the first boy on the table before me. 

 "Hi, Zayn!" she yells at the boy in front of her, holding her arms out. "Can I hug you?"

 "Of course you can, love," he says, leaning up from his chair just to hug her. When they hug, I can tell that Steph hugged him a bit too tight. I laugh slightly and step up to him when Steph lets go and walks away.  

 "I'm sorry about her," I say to him, smiling. 

 "It's okay, love. I'm used to it. Are you her sister?" he asks me. I just nod and smile since I have to move on to the next boy. My mouth almost drops and my eyes widen. It's the boy who was staring at me. 

  "Ah, hello, love. It's nice to actually see your face up close," he says to me in a deep British accent that makes my whole body tingle. 

 "Hi there. Your Harry, right?" I ask him, finally able to give him a smile. 

 "In the flesh, yes."

  I smile at his stupid look on his face. "Nice to meet you."

  "Nice to meet you too. Here," he says, handing me a small piece of paper. I take it before being pushed over to the next guy. 

 "Seems like Harry here has a little crush," the boy in front of me says, smirking. 

 "On me? Yeah, okay, doubt it!" I say, laughing slightly.

 "I'm serious, love."

  I look over at Harry one more time, seeing his cheeks turn into a shade of bright red. Maybe he does like me. But why would a celebrity ever like a girl like me? That question pretty much rang in my head the rest of the day. 

 When we jump in the car after the whole signing, I reach into my pocket and take out the small piece of paper he gave me. I opened it up and saw some words written on it with a phone number on the bottom. I smile. Yeah, he totally likes me. 

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