PROLOGUE:
{Alina's P.O.V}
'Holt shit I'm so excited!' I screamed at my friend as she picked out an outfit for me. Tonight was the night. We were going to see One Direction. Typical, I know but we are seriously about to lose our heads from all our screaming.
'Me too!' She squealed back, throwing me a high - waisted, light blue skirt that flowed down to mid - thigh and a white t-shirt that said: "FUCK SOCIETY. BE UNIQUE." And floral lace up combat boots.
'Now pick my outfit!' She yelled as I raced over to her side of the closet. I quickly scanned through her clothes and picked out denim high waist shorts and a loose light grey t-shirt that rolled up at the sleeves.
'What shoes?' She asks with a high pitched voice at the end of her speech.
'Umm. I know! Wear those knee high, navy blue converse you got the other day!'
'Oh my god you're a genius!'
'Well it's what I am' I reply with one eyebrow raised.
I Alina Webster and my friend Grace Smith were getting pampered up to see One Direction in London's most huge and brilliant concert. We couldn't afford the money to get front row seats but we did manage to take some seats at the back of the stage. But hey, these tickets sell in under an hour or maybe a minute and they were the best and only seats available. We both are the same shoe size, same clothe size so basically, we could be sisters but the only difference is that Grace has beautiful hazelnut hair which has natural golden brown streaks that girls like me die for and lovely turquoise eyes that could put a man into a trace when gazing. I (on the other hand) have dark blonde hair with lighter streaks halfway to the end of my hair and with pretty baby blue eyes that Grace finds cute.
Grace and I followed one direction every step of the way from beginning where they went to the x-factor separately to do a world tour and make a movie about their life. I had my one direction posters on my bedroom walls and when I'm not looking, (rare occasions) Grace would kiss all five of them on their paper lips without getting caught. Grace had all sorts of one direction posters and other posters like "OH U.... LADDERGOAT, U SO RANDOM" and "TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN" also my favourite "TWINS TWINS/WITH GOOD CHINS/THEIR NAMES ARE/JACK AND FINN". I also have a crush on Finn Harries. The better twin.
'Kids are you ready?' My mother shouts from downstairs. My mum yelled from downstairs.
'Coming! Just need to apply my makeup'
'Why do you even have to wear makeup when you already look like an angel?'
'Fine! I'll just wear a coat of lipgloss'
'Ok just remember, my friends sons will be picking you up. I've already made a schedule on where you will be meeting up after the concert thingy. Just be nice to them.'
'Ok mum and its not a concert thingy. It's a once in a lifetime concert that should not be missed.' Grace and I take the back seats of the blackish/grayish Jeep that has a noticeable but small dint caused by my mum trying to take a sharp turn at a burger shop.
One Thing was playing on the radio and without hesitation, She and I started to sing the lyrics and mum on the positive side of things, started to sing alone with the second verse singing random words pretending to know the song. Three block to walk was the mother of all one direction concerts. I (without hesitation) and Grace (with a smile across her face), jumped out of the car as soon mum stopped the car. I kiss mum goodbye and with arms linked with Grace, we walk towards the show, other fans do the same.
'There is No way we will try and get our seats from all that lining up' Grace says will her mouth open. She points towards the concert with the millions of screaming girls, crying, jumping up and down and a few getting interviewed on TV or even in their new movie which I've been heard.
'Oh! I just have an idea' I exclaimed.
'What is it?' Her eyes sparkled.
'You know the lyrics to Best Song Ever?'
'As if I don't!'
'Through the doors and past the guards just like she already own it.' I sing
'That's impossible! No way we can get through back stage by looking like Miranda Kerr! she replies.
'Well how about we try?' I feel like a bad person for doing this. But she took a deep breathe and said: 'Ok, YOLO'. We got our phones if anything goes wrong, I mean, we could get kicked out of the Concert forever but it was the risk we were willing to take.
We both made ourselves look more sexy with lip gloss and mascara while we were going towards Back Stage, I search for my bag for phoney Back Stage Passes for Grace and I just in case things didn't go so well on our plan, we wore them just in case. 'They'll probably won't look at them since we look like superstars from a movie.' I thought.
Once we're in, we'll have to think of a plan to find our way to the boys.
