And All Your Little Things- 1D Fan-Fiction

Tonight is the One Direction concert.

I am so excited, you would not believe, for I have saved every penny of my career for this moment. Backstage passes, front row seats, I have the world in my hands.

Excitement, happy emotions, all that fluff don't appear in my life too often. My depression took all that away. So, this is rare thing.

My "mother" opened the car door, "be safe, don't get too excited, make sure you eat something..." She rambled on as I got up and out of the cramped mini-van. I wasn't going to eat something, and I didn't care about my safety. So I tuned out the rest of her words.

She wasn't my mother anyways, yet another foster mother who only cared what time I got to the house at night.

I walked with my heels on, feeling almost beautiful in my union-jack mini-dress. I wanted to get there attention.

Tonight, I was going to throw my arms up in the are and not care if anyone notices my bones sticking out or my skin with one too many cuts. I was simply going to listen to the music and try to have a good time.

I walked into the concert hall and pushed my way to my front seat, the concert was going to begin soon. I could feel the boys presents, they have a powerful vibe. Escpically... Niall.

Lights flashes, smoke poured from the stage, the crowd behind me screamed, piercing my ears and making my gags vibrate.

I stared at center stage, waiting to see THEM.

I waited, patentially. Suddenly they popped from under the stage and began their show with their song "Live While We're Young", I danced. Hands in the air and everything.

The white in my Union Jack dress, which squeezed my Barbie doll body, began to glow under the fluorescent lights which lite the stage.

I was having the time of my life. For the first time in awhile I didn't feel like I was living in hell, and that every human on Earth is a demon. One Direction we're not demons.

As the concert progressed, slower songs we're sang. An acoustic version of "They Don't Know About Us" began; Niall on his adorable little guitar.

I looked up and stared. They were angles.

I caught Harry's stare, we locked eyes. I smiled at the floor.

Niall saw this, and also began staring at me. I was use to guys attention, but not like this. Not from two angles.

Harry stuck out his index finger and motioned for me to come up onstage. I then became nervous. Harry reached his hand out for me, I took a chance, and grabbed it.

10,000 people were watching me, probably hating on me. "The skinny emo bitch is getting hit on by our boys..." That's what they were thinking. I know it. Harry, well holding my arm, began to stare down on it, "why are those cuts their? Come to talk to me after the concert," he said sliding a backstage pass into my hand.

He sat me down faces Niall, who was pouched upon a wooden stool, Niall smiled and winked. The song ended. They stared to sing "Moments", Niall sat on the stool, Harry got down on one knee, Zayn made eye contact, Liam face his torso toward me, and Louis just winked. They were singing, to me, the girl who cuts herself, starves herself, that girl with the gags. They were singing to me.

After the song ended, Harry escorted back to my seat. The concert soon ended.