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Chapter Three: Deep Conversations & Tears

It was one of those days where everything seemed surreal and one of those days were you just never wanted it to end. I was extremely ecstatic and giddy all at the same time. Having to pinch myself countless times to make sure this wasn't some sort of illusion.

They were all fucking glorious and sweaty and beautiful. Oh, my blood pressure is rising.

"Here we go," Luke looked like his face was going to get stuck from smiling so hard. I'm pretty sure I looked like I was going to shit myself or explode from excitement, but neither of those were good looks on me. And to think Luke didn't want to come in the first place. What a hoe bag, I should've come by myself dammit.

"Sorry it's such a long walk to the dressing room. We're probably going to stay here for an hour or two until the crowd clears out," Preston apologized and explained to us. Is it weird that I want his autograph?

Luke nodded as I responded, "It's not a problem. I'd probably walk ten million miles if I knew I was going to meet One Direction and that says a lot because I barely like walking from my bed to the bathroom and it's like ten feet away," I laughed at myself and Preston smiled. Oh yeah, I made the hard man crack a smile.

"Here we are," he opened the door to a dressing room with One Directions name on it. I felt like my heart was going to pop out of my chest.

"Hi Seda!" They all said in unison.

"Hi guys," I replied shyly.

They all looked at me with furrowed brows, "You can come in you know, we don't bite."

I heard Louis whisper, "....hard."

There were two couches on either side of the room and chairs placed throughout. Luke and I sat on the couch opposite of Harry, Zayn, and Niall while Liam and Louis sat on some chairs in the midst of us. It smelled like sweat and I couldn't tell if it was from them seeing as they just got off stage or if it was from my deodorant giving up on me.

It took me a few moments to compile a sentence in my mind, "You guys did amazing tonight. You have no idea how much I loved the show. I'm a massive fan." I fucking love the word.

I saw Harry smile and whisper, "I like that word."

Luke just sat there still in awe of the situation and I was 84% sure he would regret it later.

"How much did you love the show?" Zayn did this little half smile thing, like he knew I was a fan but I had to control myself because it's ungodly to just suck someone's face off.

"I had to fix my makeup three times I was crying so much, I probably pinched my arm so many times that I'm going to have a bruise tomorrow, and my heart was beating so fast it felt like I was going to shit myself or just have a permanent smile stuck on my face for the rest of my life." I explained and they all stared at me. Fuck did I mess up? Please don't hate me.

"I get that fans say that, but I've really never heard it firsthand. It's really nice to hear about our ability to make someone almost shit themselves," Louis said trying to hold back a laugh while cause the other guys to laugh.

"I don't think you guys have any idea what you really do to women," I responded quickly.

"We swoon and spoon," Niall joked and Harry did that laugh where he gets really loud and had to cover his mouth. I looked down and smiled and teared up a bit.

"Now we must interview you," Liam changed the subject. I looked up at him confused. "It's what we do when we meet someone new," he explained and I nodded.