My Life With One Direction

"This is for you. I think you're beautiful." A fifteen year old boy handed me a daisy that he picked near the front entrance to the school.

"Thank you.... I'm Grace. What is your name?" I asked him. I was blushing like a mad woman. First day of year 11 and I've never been told that I was beautiful by a boy.

"I'm Niall. It's nice to meet you, Grace." He smiled and picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles while keeping eye contact with me. His eyes were bluer than the ocean in the summer and his smile lit up his entire face.