Grow Up (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Hey guys! Merry Christmas and a happy new year! Bring on 2013! Wow I haven't posted all year! ;) here is chapter 19 I hope you all enjoy it and Ill talk more at the end! And to miss @lady_barker here is your freaking chapter! Hehe your comments were hilarious! :D and look all your pretty pleases paid off because the chapter is finally here!

Ok love you all xxx enjoy!

"Ok, Ariana!" Mia says with a wink, "Good luck in there! I'll see you when the concert is over!" Mia hugs me before we go through the security check to get into the huge arena the concert is being held in.

She heads up to get her bag checked and her ticket scanned as I loop my press passes over my neck.

"Ticket." A security guard says and I hold out my front row seat to get checked, I then wait as the guards search my bag, and then I'm through.

I sigh a little as I enter the arena, it was a bigger one than the last concert had been in but still, the memories of what happened at my last concert were fresh in my mind. How could I ever forget? I was reminded every time I looked in the mirror.

I slowly walk up to my front row seat, teen girls staring at me every step I take. I would be too if I were them. I mean they'd be wondering why someone as dressed up as me with my fancy camera and press passes would be at this concert.

If my wig and contacts weren't on they'd know who I was straight away, because my photo was up on the magazines website, and I was in every issue smiling with the latest celebrity I had interviewed. But sadly I couldn't take off this wig and chat to some of the girls, I had to be Ariana, the fearless, sophisticated woman.

Eventually I reach my seat, with half an hour to spare before the concert begins, and I spend the time asking anxious fans to pose for the magazine, as they know I am from it because of my press passes, and I take the occasional shot of the empty stage, with Paul walking across once or twice.

The lights dim and the crowd scream their heads off as the opening act comes out on stage, and I watch happily, glad I don't have to see the boys yet. Sadly, as much as I tried to not listen to information about them this year, I couldn't. Working for a big magazine and all, you had to be in the know. But still, I'm scared about seeing them in person again, especially tomorrow morning.

Soon the opening act finishes and the lights go back to bright again. Leaving the fans to scream again, and leaving me to try and get rid of the anxious butterflies in my stomach.

No, you're Ariana tonight, you can do this. The boys won't even notice you.

I try to tell myself, it helps a little, and as the lights dim again I finally compose myself, ruffling my long wavy brown locks in a calm fashion as the girls on either side of me scream their heads off.

I'd be exactly the same way as them if the boys had bothered to reply to me, and if I wasn't trying to keep up this high profile Ariana act.

A video begins to play on the huge back wall of the arena and I look down at my camera adjusting the settings as it plays, I don't want to look at the boys, not yet.

The movie ends and I look up at the stage again, putting my camera up, ready to take a photo of the boys as they leap onto the stage.

The screams around me increase and I feel my ears ringing as the opening chords of Kiss You begin to play.

Then the five boys dash onto the stage and I begin to snap away with my camera as Zayn begins to sing the first part of the song.

Oh my god, nothing has prepared me for the emotions I would feel seeing these guys in person again. I begin to feel a little choked up, sad that they've forgotten about me.