As you stood backstage, watching the boys get ready to go on stage, you took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. This was a huge moment for you, and you wanted to make sure you did a good job capturing this special night.
Camera in hand, you watched as the boys got ready to go on stage. You could feel your heart racing with excitement.
"Y/n!" your name was called by Louis; he runs over and grabs your hand, running back to his position.
When they finally walked out onto the stage, the energy in the room was electric. The crowd roared with excitement, and you couldn't help but feel proud to be a part of it all. You watched as they ran around the stage like little kids.
As the boys began to perform, you snapped photo after photo, trying to capture every moment. You were amazed at how effortlessly they sang and danced. {You thought to yourself they couldn't dance}, missing every beat, but they looked happy. I could do better in my sleep; you thought all that matters, though. They looked like they were having the time of their lives up there on stage.
You could see the joy on their faces as they performed, and it filled your heart. You knew how much their music meant to you and the millions of fans around the world, and you were honored to be able to capture these memories on film.
"Y/n!" you heard Zayn call.
"Yes, Zayn?" you respond. as you are ambushed by Liam who rips your camera off you; as you see Louis and Nail (an actual nail) running at you, confused, you turn to look at the crowd.
One second you were completely dry, and now here you are soaking wet and laughing you grab your camera again you turn into a puffball like a Q-tip, your 100 percent real cotton shirt fades away your fav machine wash air-dry 1800 scrubbing using one of the dawn detergent pods is GONEEEE you began to screech, but no one can hear you because you no longer have a mouth how are u taking photos then your head hits the wall bam lighting mcqueen showed up and he runs you over and you turn back into the human form then on
you snapped away, you could see the joy and energy radiating off the boys like they were electric.
They were having the time of their lives up there on stage, and their happiness was contagious. Contagious like Hepatitis A.
You understood that the boys couldn't talk to you, but they made jokes here and there to make sure you never felt left out. As much as you give the boys shit, you truly respected how worked together seamlessly; they were able to engage a crowd for so long, which gave you time to move around the stage, trying to find the best angles and perspectives. You were so caught up in the moment that you almost didn't notice that you had taken over a thousand photos.
It was all so magical, and you felt like you were a part of something truly special but you weren't at the end of the day; no one cares about u this is why you are not one of the boys and why your dad left. As you looked at the photos you had taken, you felt proud of your work. You had managed to capture some beautiful moments of the boys in action.
At that moment you were handed a mic to make jokes and for fans to ask questions, and you tell funny stories with a fond smile
"Y/n, dont you and Liam have beef?" Liam looked shocked at the question
"If you mean me shoving him into a bus wall, yes I hate him." you say with full honesty
Liam gasped.
"But he is the best friend I could have."
"EXCUSE ME?????" Harry stutter
"OTHER THAN HAZZA OBVS!"
"YEA, THATS MORE LIKE IT SLUT!"
"LET ME GET BACK TO WORK STUPID!"
As they began to play the closing song you realized you were done with another show. When the concert came to a close, you felt a jolt of sadness. You couldn't believe that the performance had come to an end so quickly. But with the photos you had taken, you knew that you could relive the experience over and over again.
As you walked off stage with the boys, they thanked you for being a part of their performance. You couldn't help but feel like you had made some lifelong friends. The One Direction boys were as gracious and kind in person as they were on stage.
So you think
As you got hit by Liam with a frying pan as you turn around and start showing your amazing karate moves which do nothing to affect Liam, you start dying on the ground, flopping like a fish as Liam picks WWE flips you onto the ground he elbows you in the spleen but you cant do anything but smile and laugh as get talked smashed into the ground thinking to yourself you have some of the best friends in the whole wide world.
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Teen FictionY/N was a talented photographer who had always dreamed of working in the music industry. When you had the opportunity to work with One Direction as their photographer, you jumped at the chance. you were always professional and worked tirelessly to c...
