You and I: A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

Chapter One

"Why must you torture me like this?" I groaned, pressed against an overly excited girl and my friend Madelyn.         

        "Oh, come on Sarah. Aren't you even enjoying yourself a little? I didn't buy you a ticket for no reason. I wanted you to have fun for once. Outside of your room." Madelyn glared at me with her dark green eyes.

        "Oh yes, I just love being touched...everywhere." I grimace. We were in the very front of the stadium, right next to the overly large stage, and extremely loud, extremely annoying girls were pushing against me from all sides in an effort to get closer.         

        "I know you don't like bodily contact of any sort, but a least try to have fun." Madelyn pleaded. I sighed, but found myself nodding. She grinned.

        All of a sudden, the crowd erupted in shrieks. I cringed as the girl next to me screamed loudly, frantically waving a very sparkly poster that read: I Heart U Harry!!!!!!

        I rolled my eyes. All of this craziness for five guys, that no matter how hard they wished, were not and would not ever date them.

        I turned to Madelyn to say something about how dumb these people were all acting, but was disappointed to see she was acting just as foolish as everyone else.

        "Ello everyone. We just wanted to say you you guys are the greatest fans ever! You all mean so much to us, and we couldn't do this without your support. We really appreciate it." Harry had to almost yell over the hordes of shouting fans.

        Wow, thanks. I thought. I feel so special. Me and the other thousand or so girls in the stadium.

        It's not like I hated One Direction or anything. I just wasn't a hardcore 'Directioner' or whatever the fangirls call themselves. And it just really irritated me that many of their fans only liked them because they were hot.

        The only guys I actually pad attention to were Niall, because at least he played an instrument, and Harry, because, well, everyone just knows Harry.

        I didn't know the other guy's names and honestly didn't care to learn them.

        I wasn't going to become some fanatic like a blonde girl who kept bumping into me, who had scrawled 'Liam' across her forehead in black Sharpie. Good luck washing that off in the morning.

        "No Payne no gain!" Someone shouted as they began to sing.

        I frowned. Mostly because, one, the phrase was incredibly stupid, and two, it was the same blonde girl as before.

        God, I hated concerts. Everything about them, the people, the venue, the music, was loud and...irritating.

        I remembered why I was anti-social and spent all my time inside reading or writing, not hanging out with my friends. Usually because they conned me into something like this.

        I blinked in surprise when I locked eyes with one of the guys, with tousled brown hair and green eyes.

        I blushed, but realized he probably wasn't looking at me, but more this entire section.

        "Who's that one?" I murmured, elbowing Madelyn in the ribs. I motioned toward him.

        "You mean Louis?"

        "How would I know? That's why I'm asking you."

        She smiled mischievously. "Louis is the sarcastic twat of the band, but he's incredibly attractive."

        I had to agree with her there. Louis was very cute. But what was I thinking? They were all cute.

        "You would probably get along great. Opposites attract, right?" she continued.

        I gave a rueful laugh. "Right. If he acknowledged my existence, that would be a great start. Or perhaps, my name?"

        "Take a pill, Sarah. I was just joking, god." she snapped irritably at me, then returned to waving her arms to the song.

        So Louis was his name. I looked back at the stage, and was almost certain I saw him wink.

        I begrudgingly gave him bonus points for being a sarcastic twat.