"Is that some kind of movie or something?" The woman from the art gallery looked confused. I thought everybody knew who One Direction was? I nearly scoffed at her, completely astounded by the fact that she really had no idea who I was. I couldn't help but laugh a little. "It's a band actually. We have two CD's, our songs are incessantly on the radio?" She shook her head, clearly none of this rang any bells. I don't think I would've cared so much if she wasn't so insanely attractive, so I turned on my charm. "Well you have my name and number, so do I get yours?" I gave her a wink and a smirk, but clearly it sounded a lot smoother in my head because the girl laughed. Great.
"My name is Soph, but I can't give you my number. Sorry Liam. Can I help you with anything else today?" She smiled up at me and I hadn't realized until now that she was at least a foot shorter than I was. "You really won't give me a number?" I looked down at her, doing my best not to pout. She looked around to make sure no one was around or needed any assistance before looking back at me. "It's against business protocol, I don't actually have a phone, and I just moved here. You're cute and everything, but I just don't have the time. I'm sorry." She smiled at me, I could see she felt bad blowing me off but I wasn't upset. I'd keep coming back to the gallery. I don't give up that easy, especially with girls that looked like Soph. But for today I accepted defeat, "I'll see you tomorrow then when these paintings get delivered?" She gave me a small smile and nodded her head, looking down and getting back to work. I sighed and started walking away when I heard Soph call my name. I smiled and turned around, she changed her mind. "Don't forget your receipt." She said walking from behind her desk and handing the slip of paper to me. I couldn't help but laugh, I'd been completely rejected by the prettiest girl in England. Clearly I was having an off day. I told her I hoped she'd have a lovely day and I'd see her tomorrow and made my way outside into the crisp London air. I immediately popped out my phone and sent a group message to Harry, Niall, Zayn and Louis. "Emergency. My flat. Now." I got in my car and travelled the 4 blocks it took to get to my flat. I parked in my private underground spot and made my way up the stairs. Before I could open the door, it was being opened for me and I saw 4 nervous looking boys inside staring at me.
"What happened Liam?! Are you okay?" Harry asked rushing over, but before I could speak Louis started. "Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Before I could answer either of them Niall asked, "Yeah man what's going on?" Zayn just started nervously. "Guys, something happened today at the art gallery.." I trailed off, I couldn't shake this feeling. I'd been rejected before but somehow this was different. "Spit it out then mate!" Louis almost yelled. "There was this girl..." I looked up at the boys and they were all staring, waiting for me to continue. "The most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and she had no idea who I was or who the band was. And I asked for her number and she completely rejected me." I took a seat in a chair staring at my hands. Out of nowhere all the boys burst out into laugher. "THAT was your big emergency? You got rejected?" Zayn could barely speak between fits of laughing. "You know you guys are real assholes. This is serious. I've been rejected before but this is different. I don't know how but it just is." I sighed and looked back down. It did sound a bit stupid after the words came out of my mouth but the strange feeling inside stayed the same. There was something about this girl, something really special.