Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 2

SPENCER...

Two weeks passed since I found out that I won the Meet and Greet contest. I had been nervous about this day to come, but now that it's here, I couldn't wait to see One Direction.

The men of my dreams.

My lifesavers.

The Chosen Ones.

I could help but giggle at the thought, and Annaleigh stared at me like I was some kind of lunatic. I had invited Annaleigh over to come with me instead of meeting up there because I don't think think I was capable of driving, so she was driving me there. We agreed to change together, and she had brought her clothes over. I decided to wear skinnys while she went with wearing her shorts. I wore a long sleeve grey top with a moustache on it, and sneakers to match the average look. I grabbed the beanie from Annaleigh's bag (we share everything, well except for boys) and put it on my head. I turned around and saw Annaleigh in her shorts, a pretty lace top, and Toms. We bothed loked very presentable, I admit that. I grinned at her and sent her a thumbs up as approval, and she sent the same to me. "Ready?" she asked, grabbing her keys and her purse. "As I'll ever be." I said, my hands shaking as we exited my house and into her car.

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Screaming girls were the first thing I heard when they finally opened the venue. I wish I was as carefree as these girls when meeting One Direction, but I couldn't relax. I was too nervous. What if they didn't like me? What if I was snobbed? Then a realization hit me.

They wouldn't care.

Hundreds of girls lined up before us, and I was struck with grief as I realized that even if I wanted to be noticed by the boys, and even if I did my best to have that happen, they wouldn't care. I would make no impact to them, because I was just going to be one of the faces they see. Sadness crept up on me, and Annaleigh saw. She knew me like the back of her hand. "Hey," she said, holding me by my shoulders, "stop thinking of the bad things, and think about the good ones! Think about the millions of girls who are dying to meet them, and you're here, one of the people who get the chance to do so!" That calmed me down a little. I smiled at Annaleigh, happy to have her as my best friend. She was there when I needed her the most, and vice versa.

I dropped my shaky hands to my side and I saw a light of hope in what Annaleigh just said. If what she said was true, then I can hope that I'll make at least a tiny impression on the boys. I looked behind me and tried to look for a fan to talk to, but I saw none. Instead, I saw some people walking behind us. A boy in an 'I Love London" shirt, A couple in the benches, and a teenager wearing shades and holding some food in his hands. I tugged on Annaleigh and she looked at me. "Yes?" she asked. "how come I don't see any fans behind us?" I asked, and she looked around our backs too. "I guess they cut them off after us. How lucky we are!" she answered, laughing as she did so. "Yes, it's probably the Irish black magic of Niall Horan." I said, joking. The boy in the 'I Love London' shirt suddenly stopped walking, probably staring at us, and I think he heard us, but who cares? He's a boy and he won't understand what we're talking about.

Almost two hours later, we finally reached the front. We were definitely the last ones, as we never saw a fan line up after us. "Hello girls." said a deep and muscular voice. I looked to where the voice came from and saw Paul, the boys' body guard. "Oh hi Paul!" Annaleigh and I greeted offhandedly. He had a look of surprise and he smiled. "Finally, some normal fans who aren't screaming for adoption." he murmured, though we heard him. Annaleigh and I chuckled and waited for our turn patiently. Paul looked behind him before looking at us and saying, "Well, It's your turn girls. Have fun!" He said, sending us a smile again. We waved at him before getting to table where I saw the boys. As expected, they seem tired from all the smiling and greeting of the fans.

Louis was the first to see us, and he saw how calm our approach was before saying, "Are you sure you're fans?" I widened my eyes and looked at Annaleigh, who had the same look on her face as well. I blushed. Did they expect us to react differently? But instead, Louis laughed and ran to hug me and Annaleigh. "Just kidding babes. I'm Louis Tomlinson." he greeted, taking my hand and kissing it. I giggled and smiled at him before he did the same gesture to Annaleigh. By now, the other boys had come over to us and greeted me before greeting Annaleigh. "Hi!" Harry said, hugging me and crushing my bones (not literally). he let me go and grinned cheekily before someone had lifted me off the ground and spun me around in circles. "Hello, love." Zayn said, setting me down. Now, I was laughing. "Do you guys always greet fans that way?" I asked, trying to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. "Usually the last ones only, because they are the most special ones." Liam said, now giving me a hug. I nodded understandingly. I was still a bit starstruck, but I was surprised I could  talk to them without screaming my head off. "You guys must be tired from smiling the whole day, and your hands must be sore from signing autographs." I said, talking to Liam. He smiled a weak one, but I knew it was genuine and sincere. "It's always worth it. We love our fans so much." He said, making me laugh. I looked around for the one member of One Direction that I haven't met: Niall. I looked around and saw Niall sitting down by the table. I tried my best not to run to him, but I was so excited that I seemed to be skipping. "Hello!" I said in a fake Irish accent. He smiled incrediously at me. "You're Irish!" he said excitedly. I smiled. "No, actually, but I'm good at copying accents." I explained. Niall gave an 'ah' and he sent me a smile. "So why are you sitting here?" I asked. "I'm a bit tired." he said. "Oh? Well, I don't blame you guys. You've been working really hard to make us fans happy!" I said. He laughed, and it was contagious. I laughed with him and after a while it died down.  He seemed like he was about to ask me something, more like tell me something, when someone shouted in our direction. "Hey guys! Come over here and we'll give you the picture that we wanted!" Louis screamed. I ran to him almost immediately and he positioned me in the middle besode Harry, who smiled and sent a playful wink at me. I chuckled and looked for Niall. He walked over to us, and that's when I noticed something.

He was wearing an 'I Love London' shirt.

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Author's note:

Hi! Did you guys like it? Did you expect Niall to be the one in the 'I love London' shirt? I DID (lol obviously) :)) So please comment below. I still have no idea who this fan fiction is going to be about, so tell me who you think it should be! I can make Niall be her bestfriend, and I will see which one will appeal to me the most. Thanks guys! I'll try to update soon.

Xx

-Candice