How I met One Direction

How I opened for One Direction

"Hannah, I've got a surprise for you!" Harry called.

"what is it?" I asked excitedly. Harry held out what he was holding behind his back. I groaned.

"blindfold?" I whined. "again? I hate blindfolds!"

"just be a good sport and let me put it over your eyes." Harry smirked.

"fine." I said grumpily. I don't like blindfolds, they make me feel, well, blind. However, I let harry tie the cloth around my eyes and then lead me to his car.

"OW!" I exclaimed, smacking my head on the car because I didn't duck my head enough. I crumpled and nearly passed out.

"Hannah! Are you alright? Do I need to call someone?" Harry panicked.

"ugh. Ow. Harry dont overreact. I'm-ow-fine." I assured him.

"are you sure?" he asked, moving the blindfold a bit to examine my forehead. "make ups not gonna like that." he murmured under his breath.

Soon Harry helped me in to the car and a little while later, we arrived.

"where have you two been?" I heard Paul demand as I got out of the car.

"sorry, but Hannah hit her head on the car and almost passed out!" Harry defended.

Paul's eyes flickered to my head.

"well ya couldve taken better care of her." was his only comment.

Harry led me inside and down a couple of corridors turning at corners, I would've been lost even if I hadn't been wearing a blindfold.

Finally, Harry led me to a chair. "I'll be back soon." he promised.

Suddenly my blindfold was whipped off by a stylish young woman who looked about twenty.

"your head!" she gasped. Immediately she turned my head this way and that, as if at the right angle the mark/bump (I don't know, I couldn't see it there wasn't a mirror handy) would disappear. Sighing she started my make up.

'why would Harry take me here to have my make up done?' I thought.

A little while later a girl about seventeen to eighteen walked in with a clothes bag. Ya know, the ones dresses and dry cleaners have. Those. She instructed me to put on the "garments" as she put it.

I unzipped it and quickly dressed in the black skinny jeans, red tank top, black leather jacket that only went down to my ribs and converse/boots that came up to mid calf. Then they took me to a room with a couch.

I hadn't stood there for long when Luis, Zayn, Harry, Danielle, Eleanor, Liam and Perri walked in. Perri held out my guitar.

"surprise! You are going to open for One Direction!" Danielle exclaimed.

I couldn't believe it! Performing a Hannah Struck original infront of hundreds! My dream, it's coming true!

'minus about four girls you used to count as sisters' a voice inside my head reminded me, but I chose to ignore it.

Soon it was time for me to perform. I got up on stage, paused a moment. I left my guitar backstage. It wasn't meant for these kinds of songs. I heard the music start and I let the world finally hear my voice.

"GO, Go-o-o-o, Go-o-o-o-o, Go-o-o-o. Go, go, go!

Go-o-o-o, Go-o-o-o-o, Go-o-o-o. Go, go!

Everywhere I go I hear the echo of a roar that keeps rising, on the horizon (yea).