Kiddnaped or is it Bandnaped?

Death By Concert

Kelly's P.O.V

"No I am not going to a fudging One Direction concert with you!" I scream at my best friend.

"Please I went with you to see Bon Jovi," she screams back.

"Because you like Bon Jovi whereas I HATE One Direction!" I scream louder.

"Well maybe you could try to like them, not all boys are like Co-" Alex, my best friend, starts.

"Don't you dare say that barstools name!" My voice cracks but the volume is still set to loud.

"Ladies, ladies please find your inner mute button and shut the hell up!" My brother, Jared, tries to be calming but ends up being as loud as us.

"Oh forgods sake children, Jared go to a friend's house or something! Kelly, your going with Alex to that blasted concert. You can be the first one out, I don't care! Start getting ready I will drop you off in 3 hours," My mum snaps, her face full of fustration.

Damn her.

"You didn't tell me it was today," I scream annoyed.

"Whoops,"  my genius friend replies. I roll my eyes, too tired to argue anymore.

"Lets just get ready," I sigh in defeat.

### 3 Hours Later ### - at the stadium doors

"I'm sooooooooo excited!" Alex bounces like a Duracell bunny.

"What, You, no, never," I replied sarcastically. The sarcasm fairy would be proud.

" 'Eves treves," she replies to high on air to care. That rhymes, oh yes I am going to be a famous person who talks utter nonsense but still earns a shed load of money.

The doors open suddenly, causing a mad rush of screaming fans to sprint into the stadium, ok then.

"They're not going to be here yet, what's the rush?" I ask unsure.

"If we don't rush some blonde bum is will grab our seats and refuse to move," Alex answers pushing me forward.

"Why our seats?"

"Because the are centre stage fifth row, not to close you can't see anything except the stage but not to far that you can't see anything. Just right," she assures me. Yay! Not.

"Great!" I yell, with fake enthusiasm.

"I knew you would be excited," she replies in the same tone. How did I manage to get such a good friend?

"Do you have your phone, extra money, and stuff?" I ask, like the caring person I am.

"Yep, my phone is also charged, look at this overachiever here, do you have everything?" Alex asks jokingly.

"Yep, my phone also charged go me, and I have my headphones plus some earplugs in case my phone run out of charge," I part joke.

"Oh Kelly, what are we going to do with you?" She shakes her head.

"Love me," I replied with a straight face.

"Come on Kel," Al sites before dragging me to my doom.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, don't get your panties in a twist!" I mutter.

Once in our seats, Alex leaves to go get drinks and food. Stupid person, I mean who ditches they're best friend who never wanted to come her in the first place? I don't think that's even a question, I mean, no one does that, no one! Except my dear friend Alex. Bitch.

Half and hour later the warm up band comes on - whoopie, not. They play for about an hour, though I just put on headphones and bob along to Bon Jovi. Eventually, they walk off and five dudes, walk on stage. I just want to make this clear - NONE OF THEM ARE FIT! Not by any means, not by any how.  Two of them are cute and one adorable and I wouldn't really say the rest were completly ugly. I wouldn't push any of them out of bed on a cold, winters night but nor would I invite them in. Trust me, they are not the sex gods Alex told me they were.

They do the whole mandatory - 'Hello, hello. Is everybody okay out there?' - sort of thing. As soon as the first beat starts, the whole stadium fills with screams. Oh boy this is going to be a long night. I cover my ears with my headphones and start listening to Bounce by Bon Jovi. Closing my eyes, I sway to the music, allowing it to seep into my bones. Refreshing my soul like cucumber on the eyes.

It seemed like minutes later but was probably and hour when Alex nudged me.

"Yes," I snap rudely.

"One Direction want you to go on stage,"she whispered dramatically. I glare at her, then face the stage. Sure enough a blonde guy is stretching his hand out for mine. Oh well, I guess I could give this a try. I grab his hand and allow myself to be pulled onto the stage. The feel of his hand on mine is alien but not exactly uncomfortable.

"So, what's your favourite 1D song?" a dude with buzzcut asks.

"What is this an interregation?"I snap, sharply, hiding the fact that I don't know any. Seeing them recoil, I sigh.

"Sorry, I meant, that one on the radio that keeps getting replayed um... Beautiful something or other," I fix my mistake.

"Do you mean, What Makes You Beautiful?" a curly hair asks, puzzled.

"Sure, why not," I shrug.

"So what do you think of stripes and carrots?" another dude asks me. Wow they all look the same. The crowd cheers and I think I hear someone crying?

"Uhh, stripes are for babies and raw carrots are okay but cooked ones taste like boiled spinach," I struggle, oting for my opinion. I can hear Alex faceplam.

"What, how can you not like stripes!" he exclaims outraged. Facing the stage like the attention hog he is, he shouts, "Who hear likes stripes?"

The stadium shakes. Oh my, I facepalm as girls cheer and stomp their feet.

"Good for them, but they only like them becasue you like them, if you asked them who here is allergic to chocolate because my best friend is then trust me, they will all be allergic to chocolate," I tell him seriously.

"Thats not true," he denies,"watch."

Suddenly, he faces the corwd, throwing his arms open, "who here is allergic to chocolate becasue my best friend is and dosen't want to feel alone!"

The stadium shakes.

"Point proven," I sass.

"Okay, whatever but still how can you not like stripes?" Does this boy not get it? "It's like not liking Christmas!" he rants.

I interupt," first of all, I love Christmas. Secondly, how the hell are stripes like Christmas? And thirdly,no one gives a damn if you like stripes!" I yell, exasperated, glad that I'm not near a microphone so no one can hear my rant.

He glares at me. "Why you little..."

"Maybe you should go back to your seat," a 'bad-ass' looking dude suggest, cutting his friend off before he could say something which he might regret later.

"Sure," I smile , then run back to a horrified Alex.

"Please say you did not just shout at Louis Tomlinson from One Direction," she asks, he mouth agape.

"Then I won't say anything!" I smile at her.

### 2 hours later ### - still at concert

Alex nudged me, before motioning me to take off my headphone.

"What?" I snap, instantly feeling guilty.

"Sorry," she mumbles, not looking me in the eye.

Placing my hand on her shoulder I assure her, "Tt's all right, what is it?"

"They're playing their last song now," she nods to the boys dancing around on stage like they have ants in their pants.

"K, I'll go stand at the door now," I wink at her.

"I'll see you at my car, k?" she asks. I give her a short nod in reply, already lost in the intro to Living on a Prayer.