So I was walking down the streets of Paris, just minding my own buisness, when I suddenly hear some screaming fan girls. Of course, being the I am, I kinda of got pissed for these girls to be so ing hyper about who knows what, so I stalked them. After a walk, they stopped infront of this CD shop, and guess who came out. Harry. Harry from One Direction. I couldn't breath, I mean, he was right infront of my eyes, and he winked at me. Everything went blank -kaboom- I started blushing furiously and I litterally started fan-girling. I got to saw Liam and Harry, who are my ULTIMATE biases. I spent the best week of my life at Paris.