Niall, Harry, Zayn, Liam and Louis sat on the bench pressed up against the wall of the dance studio, swaying to their own song - their eyes fixated on the seven girls dancing in the small dresses they would be wearing on One Direction's new tour.
Female dancers in provocative outfits wasn't their idea.

No, seriously it wasn't. In the meeting it was mentioned that the boys who had been dragged along to the concert by their significant other needed something to drool over too.

They didn't really have much say in the matter.

They finished up the final dance, and the groups dance teacher - a middle age woman with frizzy red hair tied up in a bun turned to them with a nervous smile looking for approval.

Liam was the first to talk, being the more-polite one. "Wow, you've done some good choreography with these girls - it's going to look really good on stage" The other boys simply made noises of agreement, not one of the five knowing one thing about dance.

As the Dance teacher went on to them about how much hard work they had put into the routines and how greatful she was to them for giving her star students this opportunity, Harry kept his eyes focused on one girl in particular.

She was collecting her stuff so she could go and get changed, her hair hung in long, loose curls - a mix of black and dark auburn, she was easily the second tallest out of the seven girls and easily the palest.

He was staring at him because she was hot - well, she was, but so were the other dancers. But because he was sure he recognised her.

When they were left in the dance studio alone, Harry turned to his bandmates. "You know the pale girl with dark hair? Does she look familiar to you?" He asked, the four of them looked at him like he was insane.

"No...?" Louis answered.

Harry looked back towards the door and back to the boys. "I don't know, I recognise her from somewhere..."

"Maybe it's the girl of your dreams!" Niall teased, widening his eyes and waving around his arms. Harry glared at him and spotted the girl walking back out, she'd changed out of the flimsy dress and was wearing a band shirt, ripped jeans and a leather jacket. He jumped up and walked over to her - realised who she was. The boys looked at him confused.

"Hey - did you go to audition for the X-Factor?" He asked her, the girl turned round and smirked. Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis stood up and walked over to Harry. "You're Brianna!"

"I thought you wouldn't recognise me" She said to him, he knew it was definately her from the accent - the thick Irish accent, it had weakened a bit since he last saw her - but he remembered her mentioning that she's only been in England a few months.

The boys looked at each other confused, Harry turned round to explain. "Brianna and I were sat in the queue together for hours when I auditioned, then I went for my audition...and she was gone"

"I got stage fright" She added, realising Harry didn't know that part because she'd run off before he could say goodbye. Harry turned back round to her, shocked.
He would of said the same thing he said to her when she started singing behind him in the queue. Something along the lines of "Wow - you're amazing" which, okay - maybe he was trying to chat her up, but he gave up because the look on her face showed that he was being way to obvious with it. After that they sat and talked for hours until he went in for his audition, she told him 'good luck' and was gone by the time he returned to tell her he'd got through.

Instead he said. "Wait - since when was you a dancer?"

She replied. "Since I was 3 - I moved to England so I could study dance"

"So you dance as well as you can sing" Harry complimented, Brianna's cheeks went a pale shade of red that wouldn't of been visible if she hadn't of been so pale. Mentally, she blamed her genetics.

"So, you could actually sing?" Zayn asked, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Harry nodded. "Niall, how would you say 'she is amazing' in Irish?" He asked.

"She is amazing" Niall replied, smirking.

Harry tried to mimic Niall's accent, it didn't work. Liam looked at his watch and swore under his breath. "We gotta go" He told his bandmates. "We're going to be late for that interview"

Harry said bye to Brianna, but she told them she was walking out anyway and joined them leaving the studio. As she closed the door she head a high pitched Irish squeal, at first she thought is was Niall, and that he had seen a spider of something.

Then she recognised it as the dreaded excited squeal of her younger sister.
He groaned, and her Mum and baby sister stood there. Brianna's Mum looked just as embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, we were running late and I had no choice but the bring her - I thought you would of left by now" Her Mum apologised to the boys and her youngest daughter jumped up and down.

Harry shook his head. "It's fine!" He said, before kneeling down so he was the same high as the little girl. "Hey Sweetie - what's your name?"

"Rosemary" She whispered, suddenly going quiet.

"Well, Rosie - We haven't got time now, but we'll make sure we'll give your big sister plenty of goodie's to take home to you after she's finished dancing for us - that sound good?" Harry asked Rosemary, the small blonde girl who looked more like the was related to Niall that Brianna nodded, awestruck. Harry flashed her his signature grin and flipped his hair.

Brianna thought Rosemary was going to pass out there and then, but she managed to stay conscious for Harry kissing her hand and leaving.
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"Harry, are you sure Brianna isn't the girl of your dreams?" Niall asked as they climbed into the car.

"Aw, is little Niall getting jealous because Harry's already scored the hot Irish girl?" Zayn messed, Niall shot him a death glare and Harry laughed, sitting back and fastening his seatbelt.

Notes

Hi.

So, I never actually expected myself to write One Direction FF ever, in the history of the world. But here I am - eh?

So, if you guys could rate, and spare a comment (or two) that would be super awesome!