Collided

                                    

                                          
I couldn't believe it. 
                          
My best friend and I, both major Directioners, won VIP tickets to their concert on a radio contest! 
                          
On the big night, I made sure to dress casually. I also packed my camera in my bag. I couldn't wait. Meeting my favorite band was definitely a big deal.
                          
We arrived, and found our seats in the third row. Yes, we got lucky. VERY lucky. 
                          
During the concert, while Niall sang his solo in Nobody Compares, he looked at me. Directly at me. I was sure of it. He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. I felt my heart beat quicken, my lips curving into their own wide smile. I waved. 
                          
And he lifted his own hand. My eyes widened. Was this really happening?
                          
Backstage, we had to wait awhile before the boys could meet us in a separate room. 
                          
And when they finally found us, I felt my cheeks reddening. I shyly smiled as each boy hugged me and my friend. And then Niall wrapped his arms around me, his overwhelming cologne and loose snapback making me smile. 
                          
"What's your name?" he asked. 
                          
"(Y/n). And this is (y/f/n)."
                          
I handed a photographer my camera, asking him to take a few shots. 
                          
My friend spoke up: "Niall, (y/n) would love a kiss on the cheek."
                          
He smiled as I blushed. We all posed, and as the photographer was about to click the button, my head turned and Niall's lips collided with mine. 
                          
After a moment, he pulled away, shocked. 
                          
Nobody else seemed to have noticed as he placed a kiss on my cheek, my camera taking it's last shots.
                          
I couldn't get the feeling of his lips against mine as we were leaving. 
                          
On our way out, Niall stopped me. "Can I have your number?" he smiled nervously, playing with his fingers. 
                          
"Of course." 
                          
We exchanged cell phones, typing in our new contacts and handing back the devices. 
                          
"I really wanna get to know you better," he said quietly. "I'll text you later, okay?"
                          
I grinned. "Alright."