A Moment in Time

Chapter 5

Paul led us to seats in the very front row. I knew he was rich, but I didn''t think Harry had this much money to spend on strangers. The stadium (yes, it really was that big!) was almost empty. Then the fans began to file in. There were alot. Preteen girls holding signs and screaming things they really shouldn't know. Their exhausted adult chaperones. Those like us, older fans who could actually go out for a drink with the boys in America or the UK. The lights go down, and we heard the opening notes of "Live While We're Young" through the ginormous speakers. As the boys come out on stage, Megan is hyperventilating and I am annoyed at the decibol level. As Zayn walks past the very front row mid-song, the girl next to us flips out. She looks to be about sixteen, with loads of makeup on. Hasn't she ever heard of natural beauty? She begins to screech.

Finally I can't take it anymore. I tap her on the shoulder, causing her to whirl around. "Excuse me!" I yelled over other's screams. "Could you please queit down? I am attempting to enjoy the music!" She sneered and said, "You're just jealous because I have a better chance with Zayn." She then turned and resumed screeching. I may or may not have muttered a contraband c-word under my breath. I swear Megan has the ears of a hawk, because somehow she heard it. She proceeded to deliver a resounding smack to my arm.

Megan has amazing self control. I get really frustrated easily, but she keeps her cool. She once bet me twenty bucks I couldn't go a week without cursing. I lost the first day after I burnt myself making pasta. Mmmmmmm pasta. But seriously, I envy her ability to tolerate people. The boys begin to sing "Little Things" and I turned my attention back to the stage. Suddenly, Liam walked over to us, winked, and pulled us up on stage. Shocked, he practically had to hold our hands as he led us over to the boys. Louis smiled and dissapeared for a moment, coming back with two stools. We sat, relieved to have one less thing to think about. Remembering the girl's comment from before, I looked over at her and smirked. Her mouth dropped open. Sucess!

I turned as Niall began his solo. He smiled over his guitar as he sang. It felt like he was singing to me, and only me. Possibly because he was staring at me. When the song was over, Megan jumped up to hug Harry, prompting Niall to drop the guitar and rush over for one of his own. Of course I obliged. How can you resist the Irish blond? Niall and Harry escorted us backstage, where Paul then took us to a lounge. I flopped down on the couch with a sigh, glancing at Megan. She was still in shock over what had happened.