"Are you sure I have to go?" I ask my best friend Brinley.
"Yes! And before you say it, I don't care that you don't like them or their music. I want you to witness me seeing my future husband."
"Oh yeah, that Norman guy?"
"Niall but okay," she rolls her eyes.
After about an hour drive and a two hour wait, the concert has started. It isn't as horrible as I expected it to be. We have really good seats, front row to be exact. They're all hot. Like really, really hot, and I kept catching the the gaze of these mesmerizing green eyes.
After what seems to be hours, the concert is over.
"Finally. I'm so excited to get home and sleep," I confess to Brinley.
"Oh, its not over yet," she begins with her voice slightly hoarse from screaming, "I have meet and greet tickets!"
She begins flailing the two tickets around and I begin fuming. "Brin, I am not going. And neither are you. I'm tired and I wanna go home."
"Don't be selfish, we're going."
I roll my eyes and decide to oblige because she loves them more than I thought possible.
We wait in the infinite line for God knows how long before the security guard signals us to go to the photo taking station. Brinley is on the verge of tears and I am thinking that I should act a little more enthusiastic.
"Oh my gosh! You guys are real," squeals Brin. The boys exchange a giggle. I just stand to the side so she can talk to them for a little bit. One of the boys start to walk over to me. Is it rude that I don't even know his name?
"What are you doing by yourself," he questions with a rich accent. The eyes. That's the guy that kept looking at me.
"I'm not by myself anymore, am I?" I say while crossing my arms. My sassy side always slips out when I talk to hot guys.
"Well spotted," he said mimicking my motions, giving me a smirk and I smile back. A flash goes off and I'm assuming that a picture was taken.
"I'm Harry," he said extending a hand.
"I'm Dylan."
"Dylan? That's odd," he says with his eyebrows furrowed.
"I am fully aware that it is a common male name. Have any other obvious observations?"
"One moment," Harry says before walking behind the black back drop.
I walk over to Brinley and the other boys.
"Alright. Times running out. Group picture."
Everybody groups together and everyone is wondering where Harry is.
"Sorry everyone," Harry said as he positioned him next to me. He put his hand on my waist and this might sound crazy but I felt oddly safe.
"3..2..1...," says the photographer before the flash.
"Erm can we do another," Harry says.
"I'm sorry, sir but we are on a time crunch," said the photographer.
Harry rolled his eyes and gave me and Brin a hug, followed by the other boys.
"Thank you guys! I love you!" Brinley says before we are excused.
We are handed a ticket which I assume is the code to our picture.
After a long walk back to our car, we finally get there and I plop down in shotgun and Brinley volunteers to drive.
"I'm pooped," I say.
"I can tell," she chuckles.
I put my head on the window and close my eyes. My hands are freezing so I decided to put my hands in my pocket. My left hand is disturbed by a crumpled up piece of paper. I take it out and unfold it to reveal its message.
Dylan,
meet me @ The Coffee Bean
@ 10:30 pm tomorrow
all the love, H
Harry? Is that why he left for a few minutes during our time with them? Should I go? Who am I kidding? Hell yeah I'm gonna go. He's very attractive and mysterious. I want to know more.
Why me?
I know this chapter is short but this is kind of the intro into the story. I hope you guys like this fanfic! <3
