The One

(4) The Concert

*Lauren's p.o.v*

Damn I had one hell of a dream....wait it wasn't a dream! Memories from yesterday instantly flooded into my mind. How could I have been so stupid?
God dammit I didn't want to meet One Direction like that! My idols may think I'm a drama queen now.
I pulled my phone out seeing I had twitter notifications and texts.
I typed in my password and opened up twitter.
What. the. fuck.
Pictures of me hugging Louis and Zayn were everywhere. I didn't know anyone was watching us?
I kept scrolling down and more and more pictures of me, Zayn, and Louis were found.
I groaned.
How did they even manage to find my twitter account?
'@delacour.1d: I think I've found her!! @laurens_me'
'@macy_mae: Yeah that's her alright'
'@laurens_me: Thanks a lot Macy'
I glared hard at the phone. I think I've found the answer. I sighed as I saw more notifications popping up, but only one caught my eye.
'@zaynmalik is now following you'
And another, '@Louis_Tomlinson and 70 others started following you'
How the hell.
I gaped at my phone. How.. Zayn and Louis follow me on twitter.
2/5 of One Direction follow me.
I looked starstruck at my phone.
I literally had no more than 100 followers last night, and now I've got over 1,000.
1,589 followers to be exact.
I logged out of twitter and went into my messages.
I clicked onto the most recent messages and almost had a spasm attack but recollected myself as I remembered he put his number into my phone. He must've sent himself a message before he gave me my phone back. That clever little-
*Ping*
From: Sex god Zayn
I laughed at the name he had given himself and read what he sent me.
'Oi love, how're you? Hope you're doing well..can't wait till I can see you again ;)Take care. xo Zayn'

'Hey,I'm fine, thanks for asking. Haha can't wait to see you guys either! Well, except for Niall. He can go fuck himself. And 'xo'? Really Zayn? Really? Imao good luck today! (Tell the boys I said that, except for Niall, he can break a leg or legs.) xx Lauren'
I hit send and watched it load. Success.
I turned my phone off and checked the time.
It was 12:20 and the concert started at 1:25.
Meh I've got time.
I changed in the back of the car into a white loose shirt that said '#5sos&chill'
with black ripped skinny jeans and some white converse.
My hair must've looked like a rats nest because it was all tangled and just...no.
I quickly brushed through it and let it sit naturally, eh I had some okay waves.
I put my phone in my pocket and popped some mints into my mouth.
12:40 pm.
I opened the car door, closed it and locked it.
The first thing I noticed was the screaming.
It was possibly impossible to ignore.
Macy was the first in line, she was on the phone talking to someone I'm guessing was her mom. I started walking being careful to avoid the puddle, but only saw that it was no longer there. I stopped next to the dry gravel and glared at it.
Why did it have to be there yesterday?
Mother Nature must hate me.
As I approached Macy a group of girls behind her glared at me like the 'fake fan' type of glare and started whispering 'quietly' giving me looks that could kill.
Psh if only they knew.. Well, they probably do considering the whole 'twitter' thing.
I ignored them and continued walking towards Macy, a tiny smile was plastered on her face, I smiled weakly back.
"Hey slut! Go to the end of the line!" I slowly turned around and saw a girl with makeup caked on her face and too short, short shorts and a way to revealing shirt. I mean she could've just came in a bra and underwear for that matter.
"Hey umm.. Yeah I don't think so. I don't take 'commands' from peasants like you." I say in an innocent tone. Macy sniggered beside me.
Cake face gave me the middle finger.
"Fuck you." She growled.
"Thanks, yeah I needed that." I replied to her.
"Oh and next time hunny, don't let crayola rape your face." I added whilst turning to Macy. Macy burst out laughing while Cake face flushed bright red and turned back to her little 'posse'.
Macy soon recovered from her little laughing fit and gave me a slight hug.
"You okay?" She asked with a smile still playing on her lips and occasionally a giggle would erupt from her mouth.
I sighed, "I guess I am."
It's like what happened yesterday didn't happen at all.
I noticed cake face turn back around and she approached me.
"At least I don't go around fucking Zayn and Louis like you, you slut." She growled.
Macy gasped. "You didn't just- you didn't."
"Oh I did," She smirked at Macy.
"and I wouldn't mind tweeting it out. 'Just in, Lauren a slut!' Not that it would be a shocker to anyone of course." She smirked menacingly at the two of us.
I glared hard at her, knowing wouldn't the guts to post such lies onto the internet.
"You wouldn't dare." Macy growled.
Macy looked furious, and I knew that at any moment she'd snap, just like me.
Cake face laughed. "Try me, bitch."
My head snapped at this. Nobody, and I mean nobody, calls my best friend a bitch and gets away with it.
I ran up to her and punched her straight in the face. I cringed hearing a crack at the contact, but I didn't care if it was my knuckle.
I heard several gasps and cries.
I looked down, cake face was there on the floor clutching at her nose with her 'friends' standing around her.
I walked backwards, surprised at myself at what I had just done. I was in fact, never the violent type.
"Macy, let's go." I said as the doors were opening. Seeing Macy still looked surprised at what I just did, I released my clutched fist and grabbed Macy's hand and walked inside.
We showed the ticket person our tickets and ran to the stadium, me having to pull Macy the whole way.
Once we got to our seats I looked around, it was empty.
"Did that just really happen." Macy asked me turning around to face me.
"Yeah, it did." I answered her turning towards her.
"Wow...I like this Lauren." She said smirking at me. I laughed at her.
"Guess who's the 'opening act'?" She asked me through the loud screams that were erupting from several young girl's mouths.
"Hmm?" I shrugged.
"5 Seconds Of Summer!!" She yelled.
I gaped at her. "No fucking way."
"Yes! Yes fucking way!"
I screamed and twirled in the spot, dancing like...well, me. Macy joined in and we both immediately stopped when the screams were gradually getting louder.
The whole stadium was full of screaming fans. It's amazing really, not the fact that the whole stadium can get packed by under 10 minutes, but the effect that teenage boys have on girls.
I mean they're just 5 normal teenage boys! What's so special about 5 boys? Jeezus. Honestly. I quickly got my camera out noticing the lights getting dimmer and the screams getting louder. I just hope he doesn't see me, but I wouldn't care if he does. It's my turn to have some 'fun'.