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FOUR| why is love?

Megan screamed and cheered until her voice was raw.

I remember her being so happy to see them perform. And even better, she saw them up close in the first row ground seats. She recorded everything they did. Every single thing. Her phone probably hated her after that night. I doubt she has any videos of them now, though.

I paid more attention to Megan than One Direction the entire concert. She sung along to every song, proving she earned that front row seat. She cheered for every member even though she especially liked Harry. Her voice felt the effects of her decisions the next day. I studied her the entire time trying to find the answer to my question. I came to the conclusion that she actually liked them, maybe even loved them, a lot. But I don't know if that's what Love actually is. I didn't know then and I don't know now.

But despite that, the concert is almost over. I haven't really been paying too much attention. I couldn't sleep nor relax because it was so noisy. It wouldn't be appropriate if I had slept, anyways. So I'm glad I didn't.

Megan called my name and hit my arm. "He's looking!" She yelled my name again. "Look! He's totally looking!"

I opened my tired eyes and moved my sore neck to the direction she pointed and indeed, Harry Styles had noticed us. Well, our section. I thought at the time he noticed us, but I came to realize that he actually didn't. I remember feeling my heart beat in a weird way as Harry stood smiling and waving at Megan or the girls behind her, or beside her. Ultimately, he waved in our direction. I know now that he wasn't waving at anyone in particular.

"Daddy!" Megan screamed.

Girls beside her laughed and screamed the weirdly inappropriate word to Harry with her. He walked right in front of us and stood, a sly smirk on his handsome face. Megan and the other girls screamed daddy even louder. I don't know if he heard them, but he looked over at us, again. I looked away.

"Fuck me, daddy!" Megan had screamed.

I felt myself flush. She actually said that, and I actually felt embarrassed to be with her. At that moment, Harry made eye contact with Megan and raised an eyebrow. I know then and now that he had finally either heard her or noticed her. I don't remember his reaction after that because I was too busy trying to contain myself. She made us the center of attention at that moment and I felt like puking.

I didn't want to puke at a One Direction concert with Megan of all people with me.

-

When the concert had ended, Megan insisted on talking herself up to a few other people who came to watch One Direction. She wanted them to know she had gotten into a good university with a full ride. She had already been intimidating enough - being six feet tall, skinny but fit, long blonde hair down to her butt, which I never knew if it was real or not. I, on the other hand am much shorter than her being only five foot five. I was only an outside hitter in volleyball because I could hit well, and there was a girl who was five foot as a libero. I'm not someone intimidating. I never have been.

"Let's go," Megan sighed to me once the people she talked too left. "I'm tired."

"Traffic is bad," I mumbled.

"I don't care about the traffic. I need to hit the pool," she groaned as she started to walk away from me. I sighed and looked at my torn shoes. I knew this would happen. "Let's go!" She yelled.

I didn't have it in me to argue with her, nor would I ever argue with her. So, I sighed and nodded. We walked to the car and just as I expected, it was a terrible traffic jam. Megan didn't really seem to care, though. She had texted on her phone the entire time without saying a word. The only noise were the honking from other cars and my groans. I remember feeling tired once we got back to the hotel because of the traffic jam.