The Misconceptions of Paige Murphy

Chapter 2: Pancakes and Surprises

Author Note: “~~~” indicates a time gap.

-------------------

After our little "performance", we sat back down, and the boys played a few more songs. They finished the concert with Moments, my favourite song by them. They sounded so much better live, like everyone on Twitter always said.

The concert finished shortly after, and people started to leave. This was my first concert. When I got home, I'd go on twitter and probably have a few thousand more followers despite the fact I only had 500. I would maybe get a follow from each of the boys, and that would be it. There would be nothing more. I'd never have the chance to talk to them because they probably get a million direct messages every day.

But something different happened, and everything would be different then how she thought.

~~~

While I was getting up from my seat, I heard a shout from on stage. I looked up, and Niall's sparkly blue eyes were staring back at me.

"Can I have your number?" Niall asked suddenly.

"Y-yes." I stuttered out. I was shocked to hear him saying this. This must be a dream. I would wake up in a few minutes and I would have never went to a concert or goofed off in front of thousands of people with my five favourite people. I didn't wake up, though because I was wide awake.

I gave him my number, and we started talking. He asked me to come back stage, and I quickly followed, not worrying about where Kayla was. She would be so jealous when she hears this. Not like I care.

When she went behind the red curtain, she saw 5 salon chairs. She didn't even know if that's what they were called. They were those things at salons that you sat at, and someone came behind you and made you look beautiful. Holding hands, Harry and Louis were sat at two of them, and Liam was leaning against the wall deep in conversation with them. Someone was drying off Zayn, and he looked really cold.

He saw me, and shouted out, "Hey! It's that girl who threw water on me."

"My name is Paige." I told the boys who were all now looking at me, most likely wondering why I was back here. They turned to Niall, and he explained.

"When we were picking out people to plan the prank on Zayn, I saw this girl in the front row with some of the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen, and I had to pick her," he began. "She didn't seem like all of the other girls. Sure she was singing along loudly like everyone else, but she wasn't screaming or jumping around like a monkey like most of the girls we meet. She was quiet. I like that." he finished, sending a wink my way.

I rolled my eyes, laughing.

"That was really beautiful Niall, but you don't have to lie about my eyes. Everyone knows that brown eyes aren't as pretty as green or blue, or any shade for that matter." I told him, suddenly sounding serious.

"That's a lie!" he told me.

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else," Harry began.

"The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed." Louis continued.

"When you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell," Zayn said, almost coincidental to me smiling bashfully at the ground.

"You don't kno-oh, you don't know you're beautiful." Niall finished.

He passionately hugged me, and told me to never say another lie about myself, and I just basically died right there. This had to be a dream because nothing works out this perfectly in real life.