Part 1.5 (In between story) Nina's London

Chapter 2 (Caitlin's Sequel)

I never imagined the amphitheater would be so much more prettier and bigger on the inside then out. From the outside it seems rather small but once you're inside, it's a whole other story.

"This place is so... wonderful," Nina whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, you totally read my mind," I tell her.

After gazing around the place, I notice a girl staring at me and whispering into her friends ear. The girls look about 15 and they're both wearing a typical One Direction shirt and shorts. Then her friend takes a quick glance over at me and proceeds whispering to more ears.

"Uhm... Nina," I lean towards Nina and whisper quietly, hoping no one will hear us. "Have you noticed all the stares we've been getting? I saw some girls and they were looking at me. Like they're confused."

She subtly peers around me to the girls. "Now that you mention it, yeah. But we shouldn't worry Cait, they probably just recognize us. I think they're wondering why we're here at the venue," Nina tells me assuringly.

"Yeah I guess we shouldn't," I reply, but I keep looking back at the girl and her friend. About five minutes later, security leads us through a set of double doors, and into the concert hall. It. Is. Huge. The ginormous theatre dips down with thousands of seats leading to the stage, everything seeming so empty. It's surreal that the place will be packed within hours.

And guess who's already there on the stage? THE BAND! I watch Josh on a high platform drumming away, Jon practicing chords on the keyboard, Sandy strumming on bass, and Dan fine-tuning his guitar. They all look up momentarily at the distant slam of the doors but soon return to their instruments. All together the music softly forms the unmistakeable bridge of Stand Up. Around them adults in black hustle around placing amps and microphone stands. Pretty exciting stuff! Nina and I haven't met the band yet so I'm hoping we'll be able to this time.

As we're led down the aisle. by endless security and get closer to the stage, the girls start to squeal uncontrollably. Me and Nina however just have huge smiles on our faces. Being here right now, with my best friend, waiting to see the boys after two months, feels like this is all just a dream, a dream that I never want to end. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the snapping of Nina's fingers right in front of my face.

"Hello? Cait? You still with me?" Nina asks a tad bit concerned.

"Yeah sorry about that, just lost in thought," I tell her assuringly. Security stops us both for a moment and we are taken to the center of the front row. I start squealing like a maniac now just like every other girl in the room, except Nina; she has an ear to ear smile and is currently squeezing my sides. Once we are all seated, a boy wearing a red shirt with light brown hair and hazel eyes comes onto the stage and introduces himself. I have to admit, he's pretty cute, seems like he's around his twenties.

"Hello everyone, I'm Matthew. I work here at the amphitheater and have some rules for you guys," he projects to us all. Behind him the quiet chorus of piano and guitar echoes silently. "First of all, if you make a mess, it's your responsibility to clean it up. Secondly, if we catch any of you video taping this, you will be asked to put your device away. First time's a warning, second time you'll be escorted out. No exceptions. And finally, after the boys rehearse their songs, you will be allowed to ask questions..." he trails off and playfully stares us down. "As long as they don't involve anything sexual." I hear a small chorus of awws, followed by intense giggling. These girls are such perverted people. But then again, that's what makes this fandom... well, us.

"I think you've heard enough of me talking," he laughs, sensing our giddiness. He starts to slap his thighs and imitates a slowly building drumroll. Nina slaps my arm and I smile so much the pain doesn't even bother me. Everyone around us mimics the drumroll and the girl next to me even starts to hyperventilate a little.