Saved by Harry *onedirection fanfiction* [Editing!]

Chapter 3

*one week later*

It was time,after getting what seemed like a never ending flow of cash from my parents, Lucy and I put our suitcases into my mom's car and we went to the airport.

We are from Cheshire so it didn't take very long to arrive in London but we were starving so we went out to eat.

Once checked in to the hotel, we decided to get ready for the concert, it started at six and it was four so that would be enough time for us. After washing the Chinese smell off of me I picked out some blue jean shorts, a pink sweater, and my favorite pair of sandals.

It's supposed to be chilly tonight so I hope Lucy doesn't try to wear a mini skirt and a tank top.

I curled my hair, which was pointless because it's already curly, and applied some make up.

Once Lucy was done we headed out I was right, it was chilly outside and Lucy was wearing a black mini skirt with a cute One Direction tank top. But hey, she looked pretty.

We arrived at the arena for the concert early and somehow managed to nudge our way to the second row. The lights dimmed and they came on stage. I screamed, like all of the other girls and sang along to all the songs. I thought all of the boys were hot but Harry, he was something else. Something about him made me know he was just lovely and had an even lovelier personality.

I told Lucy I was going outside to get some fresh air when the closing band came on stage. Something about being crammed in an arena with three thousand other girls just made me feel icky.

I walked outside and sat on a bench, out of no where a tall, lanky man came up and sat next to me. I was in no desire to communicate with him, he was obviously a drunk from the pub down the road. Nothing about him appeared attractive. 

"What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting out here all by herself?" he muttered, I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

I got scared and got up to leave but he suddenly jumped up and yanked my hair, dragging me into the arena's back alley. I let out a shriek, unable to process what was happening. Before I could do anything else the man had me pinned against a wall, one hand covering my mouth, the other struggling to pull my shirt up as I wiggeled from underneath him.

My mind was flashing. What was happening?! 

I mean... thirty minutes ago I was watching One Direction perform next to my best friend and now... now I was probably going to be in for much, much worse things than that.