The Dare

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

~6th Months Earlier~

"Hannah! Can we please go to see One Direction perform at Times Square tonight?" My best friend, Kennedy, begged me as I was scrolling through the channels, trying to find something to watch.

Kennedy is my best friend. We have been best friends ever since the sixth grade, and now we are seniors. We live in New York City. Kennedy is 17 years old. She has long, brown hair that goes to the middle of her waste and brown eyes. She is taller than me by an inch or so, 5'8 and a half. Kennedy is very athletic and is a guitar goddess.

Kennedy and I don't really look alike, but we have almost the same outward features. We both have brown hair and brown eyes, but my hair is shorter. I am also older, and I'm shorter. I am 18 years old, and I'm 5'7.

I groaned, "Kennedy! Why do you want to go so darn bad?"

Her eyes got wide and she stood up from the sofa, looking at me in the eyes. "Ahh," she sighed. "Zayn Malik is an angel sent from the heavens. We're meant to be. See, Kennedy Malik even sounds good together."

I rolled my eyes and said nothing.

"Okay, its New Year's Eve. This is a one time experience. Besides, they're the first performers of the whole night. We can leave right after and then we can come home watch Finding Nemo or something. Just PLEASE!" Kennedy begged.

I honestly wouldn't mind going with her. I just HATE being in an audience with that many people because I'm a little claustrophobic. I don't hate One Direction, but I'm not a major fangirl like Kennedy is either. I think they're cute, especially the curly haired one and the one with the brown hair and blue eyes, but I am not an overly obsessed fangirl. I simply adore their looks and music, and I live my life just as it should be.

"Fine!" I finally gave in to Kennedy's puppy face. This isn't the first time she's done that to me. She does it every time she wants something, and I am lame and give up too easily. She knows me too well to NOT get away with things. "I'll go. But you have to promise me that you won't scream and make the whole audience become deaf."

Kennedy rolled her eyes with a great amount of excitement locked inside of her. "Alright, but I need to give you a little One Direction Education."

"What?" I asked confused.

"Come here," Kennedy walked towards her bedroom. She sat down at her desk and opened her laptop.

"Okay, what are we even doing?" I asked, pulling up a chair next to hers.

"Who's your favorite?" She ignored my question and asked me.

"Oh! I like the one with the brown hair and blue eyes. Um, and I like the curly haired one," I answered.

Kennedy turned her head towards me and have me this 'what-the-heck-is-wrong-with-you' look.

"Kennedy, not everyone has a thing for guys with slick, black hair," I told her.

"No, that's not it," she chuckled to herself. She turned back to the computer and went to Google.

"Then what is it?"

"You don't even know their names," Kennedy was full out laughing now.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry Miss IHaveAnObsessionWithFiveBoysIWillNeverEverMeet."

"Don't you sass me," Kennedy smirked.

Kennedy was now on Google and typed in the search box 'Louis Tomlinson pictures.'

"Who's Lewis Thompson," I asked.

Kennedy faced me and brought her palm to her forehead. "Wow," was all she said. "You really do know absolutely nothing about them."