Twirl (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Uh. Hey. So I posted this story, and then my awesome computer decided to delete it off of Wattpad somehow, so I'm just going to akwardly post it again. I'm writing this story with mycatyoshi! Thanks for reading! And one note- Liam and Zayn are single in this fanfic. Thanks<3

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Chapter 1

Alice Silver POV

"My god, this is amazing. Alice can't see the light clearly!" Natalie calls, smiling through the extremely loud cheering.

"Hey!" I respond, angry. My friends are total fans. All four of them. There's Natalie, who likes Liam, Annie who adores Niall, Naomi who is ever obsessed with Harry, and Julliana who loves Louis. So they went to this concert and decided to drag me along.

Since there was only Zayn left, and it had worked out with the amount of people quite well, that equaled me, Alice, with him. So, apparently I am "with" someone I barely know. And don't get me wrong, I'm not a hater of One Direction. I just treat them like normal people. I've never met them and they've never offended me, so I can't judge them. All neutral, just like I handle Justin Bieber, when people ask me why I don't like him or why I don't hate him.

I like their songs though. I hum along to the current song in the concert; Little Things as Naomi keeps giving me suspicious looks.

"What?" I finally ask her.

"I thought you didn't like One Direction!" Naomi said, like she was accusing me of something.

"I never said I didn't like their songs." I pointed out.

Naomi sighed, and went back to fan-girling over "her" Harry.

After the song ended and we were nearing the end of the concert, the One Direction guys said that they were holding a contest.

"That's right, a contest!" Niall said in his apparently cute Irish accent making the fans go crazy (including Annie). "To thank all our fans we have decided to hold a contest!"

"Ten lucky people will get to sing with us. On stage. Now." blurted out Louis.

"Not only that, they all get to go backstage and meet us after the concert ends!" Zayn said, sending a wink to all his crazy fans.

"After that, we will choose a ultimate winner. That winner gets to take up to two other friends-" Liam said before being interrupted by Harry.

"-And hang out with us for a day!"

All the fans screamed like crazy and I swear my ears were about to burst.

"We'll be selecting the ten winners by a random ticket selection! Good luck!" yells Louis. The crowd screams, and I think I've gone deaf.

A boring looking man runs up onto the stage while my friends frantically search for their tickets. I pull mine out of my jacket pocket, and look at it. My number is 3158902. Well, okay then.

Niall and Liam start to call out names. I don't really start to pay attention until the last three.

"2348900! 7230875! And, last, 3158902!" cheers Liam. I immediately look back down at my ticket. Aw, crap. That's mine.

"Aw, I didn't win," says Julianna, disappointed. She looks over at Annie's. "Nope, you didn't either,"

Natalie leans over. Her eyes widen. "You won!" Then she starts to shove me toward the pathway leading up to the stage. "Go! Go! Run!" she yells, grinning. "And you better take me with you, if you're the ultimate!"

I'm fairly sure my blank face shows my opinion on going up and singing with One Direction. I slowly walk up, and can feel the jealous stares of thousands of girls burning into the back of my head. My legs start to shake.

I make my way up, and nearly trip. When I straighten up, I'm looking straight at the face of Harry Edward Styles. He crazily grins, and waves me up to stand beside the other nine girls.

"Okay! These are our lovely contest winners!" says Zayn. "And what are your names?" One by one, they go down the line. Naturally, I'm last.

"What's your name?" Niall says to the girl beside me. She has a cocky grin on, and seductively answers, "Amanda Reyfield,"

Finally, it's my turn. I get asked what my name is by Louis. I didn't answer at first but made a sad attempt and stutter, "A-A-Alice Silver" very quietly.

"Pardon me?" says Louis, like a true gentleman.

"Alice Silver." I answer, slightly louder. He grins, and shouts my name into the microphone. "ALICE SILVER!" I turn bright red at this, and suddenly, a voice comes shooting out of the crowd.

"Woo, go Alice!" yell Natalie and Annie. I can barely see them, but their voices are ten times louder than the rest of the crowd.

"Why don't we do Rock Me?" suggests Liam, smirking. The rest of the boys agree.

"So we're going to sing Rock Me, and we've decided that we're going to have a little fun with the solos. We're going to point to a girl, and it'll be her solo!" yells Zayn, smiling at the audience, punching his fist into the air.

Suddenly, the music starts. Harry starts to sing, and by now, I'm really shaking from fear.

"Do you remember summer '09? Wanna go back there every night. Just can't lie, was the best time of my life," Then, Harry points to one of the girls, who in turn, begins to wail, in a extremly screechy voice. I cringe. Ouch.

We go through the song, and I'm hoping that maybe, just maybe, they will skip by me and forget, but oh no, that musn't happen. Instead, right as they finish up, all five boys point to me with their microphones, leaving me to sing the last verse.

"I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah. I want to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah. I want you to hit the pedal, heavy metal, show me you care! I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me, yeah!" I finish in a loud, strong voice, and shyly smile at the cheering crowd.

The boys all run over to the ten winners, including me, laughing. Zayn throws his arm around me, and pulls me backstage. I've been so red this night, it's silly.

"Awesome, lads!" calls the man, who I assume to be their manager. He walks over, and ruffles Niall's hair affectionately.

"So who has won the ultimate winner contest, Paul?" asks Louis, smiling. Yep. The man, Paul, is definitely the manager.

"Yes! The winner of the contest. Remember, the winner will get to bring two friends along with her, to spend a day with the lads. We'll be paying for some fun activities for you to do, as well," Paul states.

"Get on with it, Paul!" calls Liam, with his arms around two girls. Zayn's arm tightens, and I blush.

"Okay. The winner of the contest, is ticket number 3158902! Well done!" shouts Paul.

Oh, my god. That's me.