We raced through the throng of fans outside the O2 Arena in London, many of them tugging at our clothes, handing us things, trying to catch our attention.
The screams pierced my eardrums, threatening them to shatter.
"Violet! Molly! Charlotte! Amie! Summer!"
Over and over again.
Our fans.
Flashes from cameras illuminated the place as we handed out as many signatures as we could, smiling,trying to answer people.
Then security stepped in.
"Girls,we have to leave, it isnt safe for you out here"
And then chaos erupted.
Fans screaming hysterically, crying, ripping our clothes, pulling on us. It was madness..
But I guess thats the price you pay when you're the worlds biggest girl band.
I should probably rewind.
My name is Violet Cowell, and I am one fifth of Pretty Little Liars.
Yep, thats me, teen rebel.
Simon Cowells teenage tearaway daughter.
I'm not as badass as the paps make out though, or at least I wasnt after I met the girls.I stopped partying so hard and started taking life a little more seriously.
I guess I just sort of grew up in that environment, surrounded by celebrities, that was the only lifestyle I had, the only one I knew.
So here's what i'm going to do, i'm going to tell you my story, the rise of the band, and ulitimatelely, the fall.
It's quite sad really, how our story starts with friendship, and ends there too, but its not the girls that are our downnfall, no, its the boys.
The boys we befriended, the boys we took under our wings.
The boys we fell in love with.
The boys known by many as...One Direction.
