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"Don't listen to Niall, even drinking is a sport to him."

Bedroom eyes, was the thought that came to her mind. This dark-haired one, he was the slow-burn of the group. The one that was most likely to latch on for the long haul.

"So you're Liam?" She had finally caught on.

He offered his hand. "I am. You know who we are?"

"You're not my usual taste, so it took me a minute, but yeah. You're One Direction."

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