Chapter 2

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Zoë’s’ POV

The taxi dropped us off in front of Madison Square Gardens, and I stepped gingerly into the slushy snow, instantly regretting my hasty decision to change into high-heeled ankle boots. Ok, I know I’m not trying to impress the boys, but the heel made my 5’ 4” frame look instantly taller. I shuffled through the crowds in a futile attempt to find Taylor. The chilled air got the best of me, and I dashed inside for cover. Thank god, because Taylor stood, arms outstretched, on the stairs in front of me.

“Tay!!” I squealed. I’m not much of a squealer, but I was overjoyed at her presence. I ran into her arms, and whispered into her ear. “Thank god! I was about to die of embarrassment. My mom was seriously hitting on the taxi driver. Ew!” Taylor giggled in delight, and when she stepped back, I took in her outfit. She had on a short, white pencil skirt, and a flowing, gray sparkly tank top. Her 4-inch nude heels brought her to a full 5’10”, and she looked dressed to impress.

“Wow, look at you!” I nudged her playfully. “Anyone special you’re planning on wooing tonight?”

“Nope, just Harry Styles” She giggled, and winked at me. But I had a feeling she was serious. Unlike me, Harry’s dark curls and flirty smile had Tay drooling from day one. “I can’t believe your mom took us to see One Direction!” Tay shrieked, bouncing up and down just like my mother. (But for her, it was OK, because she was 27 years younger.)

“Yup. Me neither” I groaned under my breath, silently dreading the shrieks and screams that would emanate from my companions when the boys stepped on stage.  My moms’ favorite was Louis. I wondered when she would see how obviously gay he was. I even pointed it out to her once. She told me “Only a Directioner would understand”.

She’s right. I don’t understand, I really don’t. 

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