There was Niall, yet another time, forcing laughter, faking smiles to people just as fake, same old tiring thing. Celebrity life. Of course, not all celebrities are fake, but most of them are. Most of them put on facades and pretend to be people they aren't. He kinda knows exactly who those are, but, again, he had to fake smiles and not show it, even if he was tired as hell from all the work One Direction had to do, only wanting to have some rest.

When he saw you, though? All those walls of insincerity, the shifting eyes and loud talking, everything vanished.

You were going up to the stage, having just won an award for Best New Artist after releasing your first album the year before. To say you were ecstatic is an understatement.

He heard your speech, one of the most beautiful — ahem, interesting he'd ever seen, so intently he didn't even hear the boys teasing him about not being able to take his eyes off you. He took in every possible detail, trying to memorize it all, even if he knew there'd be pictures of you all over the internet later.

Did he believe in love at first sight? Not really. Still, he was sad to know he'd have to leave before he could talk to you.

He didn't see you again after that, but it doesn't mean he didn't think about you. Maybe it's weird to think about someone you only saw once with so kuch frequence, but no one had to know, so who cares? Definitely not him.

There was a specific lingering question in his mind. Were you taken — it's surely not cool to be thinking about someone else's girlfriend —? There wasn't anything about it in the internet, but what if you just wanted to keep it private? He wishes he knew where you lived so he could just work up some courage, knock on your door and go "hey, I was enchanted to meet you!"

Basically, his mind echoed your name until he saw you again, which was... today.

It's the VMA'S, 9 damn months since the last, first and only time he saw you, and you're there as well as him and the boys.

Somehow, when he was passing towards the bathroom in the after party, he looked at the floor and saw a ring. One that he recognized from somewhere... the Grammy's. It was on your hand when you got the award. This has got to be a sign, because there you were, coming from the bathroom as well, towards his direction.

This is his chance.

— Hey- uh.. excuse me, I found this ring on the floor and... was wondering if it's yours, since you're coming from the bathrooms.

Please don't be in love with someone else.