"You're insecure, don't know what for." Liam sang out to the crowd of screaming pre-pubescent girls. I squealed along, singing every word loudly, overcome with intense emotions. Callie stood behind me mumbling to herself, "Being the way that you are is enou-ou-ough."
Harry started singing and I started to scream, obnoxiously.
I was finally at the concert of my dreams, my rich best friend had gotten us 15th row tickets, but we still didnt get a meet and greet, damnit. But none the less, this was the best experience I had ever had. This was the third year that these five idiots had ruined my life, and this was the first oppurtunity I had had to see them in concert and it was unreal. All those days, spamming for follows, all those nights waiting for twitcams. It was amazing to see that they were living breathing human beings who were 100x more beautiful in person.
"That's what makes you beautiful!" The arena screamed. Callie's eyes glazed over as she stared up at the stage. She stared intently and Harry, waiting for him to look in our direction. She was one of those girls who was pretty enough to get any guy she wanted, yet she hung out with me, an awkward pudgy white girl.
I was jumping up and down and screaming, when suddenly, blue crystal eyes looked in my direction, and locked with mine. I stopped and smiled, my heart beating rapidly, and I thought to myself, this is exactly what fanfics are like, he's gonna ask me backstage. But then he laughed to himself, a giggle, and I turned around and saw a sign, the thing he was actually staring at. It was a sign that said "Irish you were in my pants". Clever.
I looked at Callie and she was still staring at Harry, waiting for him to look at her. She started to get annoyed that he hadn't looked over. "So c-c-come on, you got it wrong" Zayn let out. "HARRY!" she yelled. He didn't noticed. "HARRY!" she yelled again louder.
A girl behind us tapped Callie anxiously on the shoulder, "He's not going to notice you," she grumbled. The seizure inducing lights flashed again as they went back into the chorus.
Callie moaned at me, "May, if I don't get Harry to look at me I am going to blow up Brazil."
"Good." I muttered to myself, thinking about all of their trends on twitter.
"May, help me scream his name at him." she hissed at me. "On the count of three."
"1. 2. 3!"
"HARRY!" we yelled in unision. Callie quickly turned away, pretending she had not desperately screamed his name. As he whipped his head in our direction, his dark brown curls bounced against his cheek. His round green "orbs", may I say, connected with mine, as Callie darted right in front of me, catching Harry's attention. He stared at Callie for 10 seconds before breaking his gaze. Fuck, if Harry dates my bitchy best friend I cannot go on.", I thought.
He flashed forward and began singing is solo.
Harry didn't look over here for the rest of the concert. Our dream of living a fanfic was over.
"THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!" the lights shot out.
"Fuck." Callie whispered.
"You know..." I lingered. "We could always go to their hotel."
"That's the first good idea you've had all night, May!" She glowed. She grabbed my arm and we jogged up the aisles to the parking lot of the arena, knocking dozens of preteen girls onto their skinny asses.
We slid into her pink Volkswagen Bug and she handed me her phone. "Call Daddy and ask him if he can find out where the boys are staying" she demanded.
I dialed the number and a deep voice picked up the phone. "Hi Mr. Hender-. Oh, yes the concert was great!.. No, no, we got in no trouble at all. .. Yes.... Yes.... Yes, of course!" I brought the phone down from my ear and whispered to Callie. "He wants you to remember to run by the 7-11 and get some milk and eggs"
She nodded. "So Mr. Henderson, we were wondering if you would know where One Direction is staying tonight?.... Really? .... That's great! Do you mind if we stop by to see if we could meet them?.... Thank you so much sir!' I put down the phone.
"Wow, May, you're such a little suckup!" Callie giggled.
"Yeah.."
"So, where are they staying?"
I told her the name of the hotel, which I don't remember now, but it was some crazy french crap.
"Great!" she typed the name into her GPS and started on her way. For some reason we sat in awkward silence it the car, but I bet it was probably just because Callie was horny as fuck for Harry Styles.
We pulled into the lane in front of the hotel, Callie tossed her keys to a valet, and her heels clicked as she strutted up to the door. I scurried behind her as she stomped into the lobby, and I had a seizure or a heart attack I don't even know, but the giagantic french hotel lobby was packed tight with at least 200 teenage girls.
There was a panicked man with a little mustache trying to push the mob of girls out of the hotel, but to no avail, but their were huge body guards blocking the elevators up to the rooms. Obviously, the boys had already arrived.
"Ladies, please! No one is aloud in ze hotel without a room, and although all you fine young ladies would like one, I'm sure zey are out of your price range" the little man yelped.
Callie strutted up to the mustachioed man and handed him nearly 500 dollars in cash and I squealed. "One room please." The man stood there shocked as she plucked a key out of his fingers. She started walking towards the elevator as all the other girls shrieked with fury. She stopped, craned her neck, and turned towards me. "Come come." she snapped.
I scurried through the crowd of girls, still taken back by how many there were. "TAKE ME WITH YOU!" some of them shrieked. It was chaos.
Callie and I stood in awkward. buzzing silence in the elevator as we bounced up and down. Her hand lingered towards mine and squeezed it tight, and she turned and grinned ear to ear at me, without a word. We had arrived at our floor and we sprinted down the hallway to our room.
Callie fumbled with the card to shove it in the door slot, and as the little light turned green, she slammed the door open and put her purse down in the lavish room. She started pacing around in circles.
"How are we supposed to find them?" I screeched. "Are they all staying in one room?!" "What if there are bodyguards in the way?" I began convulsing.
"Calm down, deep breaths" Callie soothed, panting. "You take floor 1-5, I'll take floors 6-10. Text me if you find their room?"
I sprinted out the door and down to the first floor so that I could start down there. It took me about an 30 minutes per floor, and I found nothing except for Paul Higgins in the lobby and I got him to sign my boobs.
Callie still hadn't texted me, so I wasn't sure what she had found yet. I stood in the elevator awkwardly next to thin, dark haired man, he was wearing dark sunglasses, had defined wrinkles, was wearing sweat pants and a denim jacket, I didn't recognize him, but I figured he looked like the rocker type, maybe he was working with the boys.
He got out of the elevator on the 7th floor, and I slid out of the elevator, following him closely from about 30 feet behind, ducking down behind bushes. I had no idea what I was doing, what was even happening.
He slid his card into his door, and opened the door, and it began to close behind him.
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