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Chapter Sixteen

I walked onto the stage. I heard the crowd cheering. It was a lot, but definately not as much as 1D would get. But I didn't care. I was too busy being terrified. I heard the music start.

"You said forever but forever has gone by

And yet i still stand here, ur not by my side

and if i counted all the tears i have cried

I'd be here until the day i died" my voice cracked, and I looked down, shaking my head.

"I can't do this." I said. I felt a hand on my back. I looked up to see Zayn.

"You'll be fine." he whispered to me. Someone from backstage tossed him a microphone.

"Hi everyone, how are you doing tonight?" he said. There was an uproar in the crowd.

"Well, it seems like my friend here, Brooke... She's a bit nervous. This is only her second time singing in front of a crowd; her first time singing her own song, and in front of a huge crowd like you guys. So, what do you think. Should I hold her hand?" The crowd screamed. I looked at him.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just go with it." he whispered.

"Well then, lets give Brooke a warm welcome, now shall we?" The girls screamed their heads off. I smiled.

"Thanks." I whispered.

"You said forever but forever has gone by

And yet i still stand here, ur not by my side

and if i counted all the tears i have cried

I'd be here... until the day i died." The music sped up.

"My heart skipped a beat when you noticed ME.

And yet it took a while for you to SEE.

My love, I loved it when you would say HI.

If you were upset, then I would CRY.

And then I got up, and I took a CHANCE.

But you stood me up, declined my roMANCE.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaah."

The crowd was cheering like crazy, and Zayn was still holding my hand. I skipped to the right side of the stage, singing. He, of coarse, was dragged by me.

"Gotta stand up, keep on my FEET.

Now your on the ride, so take a SEAT.

Even if you want, you can't HA-A-A-AVE...

So come on boy...

SO COME ON BOOOY!" The music stopped, and the crowd went crazy.

"I told you." Zayn whispered in my ear.

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I walked off stage and let the concert go on. I sat there for about 20 minutes before Zayn came back, looking kinda upset.

"What's wrong, why did you stop?" I asked him.

"One of the girls was injured..." he sighed.

"Well... do you want to go check on her?" I asked.

"Yah, but I have to finish the concert..."

"Then we'll go after your done."

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I had requested that someone kept me up-to-date on the girl's condition, so they sent the only person with nothing to do to check on her. Zayn's hair specialist, Michelle. Every five minutes, I would get an update. This is what I knew so far: 1) The girl had hit her head 2) She was knocked unconcious 3) She was still unconcious 4) She might have a concussion 5) according to her shirt, she likes cupcakes. Why Michelle told me that one, I have no idea.