You're staying at a hotel but unaware that One Direction is staying there too.  You're a fan but you're not one of those girls who beg boy bands to sign your boobs.  You get on the elevator to go up to your room but a voice yells out, "Hold the lift!"

You press the button to keep the doors open but before you know it, you're shoved all the way back into the lift wall. 

Y/n' POV

"What?"  I muttered against the glass window. 

"Whew! Made it."  A British voice sighs.

"Oh, crap! Close it! Close it!  Close it!" Another shouted, sounded Irish.

All of the sudden I hear screaming of what it sounds like thousands of girls.  Then the lift doors shut and thudding sounds were made.  Like people were pounding against the doors.

"Geez, I wonder how paps found out we were at this hotel?"  Another British voice said. 

"Who knows?  Those vultures are everywhere." A very sexy raspy British voice spoke up. 

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.  I was literally losing air.  This huge guy was basically crushing me.  I pushed myself against him, grunting very unattractively to turn around.  Now, his back was crushing my chest.  I keep pushing him away but he was way too strong.

"Louis, stop pushing me.  It's not funny."  The big beefy guy speaks up.

"I'm not pushing you."  The guy next to us, I suspect, was Louis. 

I reached up to free my arm and started patting his shoulders hard.

He finally turns a little, "What?"

His eyes widens when he sees me.

"AIR!" I yelled out. 

Everyone in the lift practically yelps in surprise and back away from me.  Which causes me to fall hard on the floor, gasping for breath. 

Coughing, breathing heavily, "Rude." I muttered. 

Finally, catching my breath, I look up and see a very, VERY, handsome guy kneeling before me.  With long brown curly hair and emerald green eyes.

"Are you alright?"  He asks.  Ooh, his voice was so sexy.

I shook myself to reality and cleared my throat, "Yeah.  Just couldn't breathe with Bigfoot pressing up against me."  I turn to the big guy and see he has an annoyed look on his face, "No offense." I added. 

"None taken."  He says gruffly.

"Well, you are big, Markus." Louis snickers.

The hunk in front of me chuckles, "I'm Harry.  Harry Styles."  He says, holding out his hand.

"Ah, thought you looked familiar.  I'm Y/n Y/l/n."  I smiled and took his hand in mine as he helps me up off the floor. 

60 years later...

Smiling warmly at the memory, I look down at my future generation watching me as I tell them my story, "And that, my dear grandchildren, is how I met you're grandpa.  Love is always something you never expect.  It can come when you're looking for it.  Or not.  And I'm glad it found me." I said, voice was weak and frail, but still carried such happiness.

Harry comes walking into the room, walker in his hands as he slowly makes his way to the couch.   He slowly sits next to me, and pulls me into his arms.

"Telling the story again, baby girl?"  His voice was old, but raspy and still sexy.  I smiled shyly and snuggled in his embrace.

"How did you know you loved her, grandpa?"  Gavin, our youngest grandson asked.

Harry just smiles, "I looked into her eyes and I was home."  He says. 

Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait. I'm still working on other Imagines. Been also busy here in life. Preparing for the holidays and went to see the new movie Krampus. Freaking loved it. Go see it now. Best Christmas Horror ever! Sorry this is so short by the way...still hope you'll like it.

Lots of love ~Song~