You were just trying to find a snack table when you turned a corner and—bam—ran into someone. Literally.

"Whoa—sorry!" the guy said, steadying you. His Irish accent was unmistakable. "You must be Louis’s sister."

You blinked. "Yeah, and you’re… Niall."

He grinned. "The charming one."

From behind him, Harry peeked around. "She okay?"

Niall smirked, not breaking eye contact. "Oh yeah. We’re bonding already."