The Big Fat Fan

the big fat fan ~chapter 3~

      Arriving at the venue, I felt like a little child on Christmas morning. Correction, a big fat child on Christmas morning. All the girls around me were so thin, I felt like an elephant. I was wearing a brand new pair of light blue jeans, a new One Direction shirt and a pair of purple converse. My hair had been curled nicely by Louise and I was not wearing any make up as it made me look like a clown. I could already feel people staring at me. Probably wondering how I managed to fit through the doors. I turned to Louise. Her flame hair was dead straight, she was wearing black skinny jeans, a One Direction shirt, a leather jacket and a pair of combat boots.

"You ok?" she asked me, concerned.

"Yep. Thrilled." I told her. But my palms were sweating and I felt incredibly insecure. All the other girls at the concert were so much thinner and prettier than me. I felt like I didn’t belong. It was like being in high school again. My stomach churned as we took our seats, right in the front row. I could feel so many eyes on me. Judging me and laughing at me. This was supposed to be the best day ever, but I just felt horrible.

"Ella, what’s wrong?" Louise asked me. I took a deep breath and smiled at her.

"Nothing. I’m just nervous that’s all. I mean, we’re in the front row of a One Direction concert!" I said, trying to hide the truth from her. I was a good liar. She smiled back at me and then got her camera out.

"Smile!" she exclaimed to me. I smiled awkwardly at the camera. She knew I hated having my picture taken but I knew it would upset her if I didn’t have it taken.

      A few minutes later, everyone had taken their seats and we were waiting for the boys to turn up.

"I’m so excited!" Louise squealed next to me.

"Me too!" I told her. At that moment a tall curly haired, green eyed boy pocked his head on stage. The whole arena cheered as Harry Styles walked onto the stage. He was quickly followed by Louis Tomlinson, wearing a signature stripy shirt and a cheeky grin. Then Niall Horan walked on stage, his blonde hair in a messy quiff. Followed by Liam Payne and Zayn Malik who were having a little chat as they walked on stage. Everyone was cheering and I felt as though my ears would fall off.

"Hello!" Harry said into his microphone and all the girls swooned. Including me. I mean, come on, this is Harry Styles.

      Halfway through the concert, the boys had just performed Back For You. I was having the time of my life until I heard some girls sniggering behind me. The smile fell off my face instantly.

"She’s so fat." I hear one of them say.

"As if she stands a chance with anyone, let alone one of the boys." The other one responded and they both started laughing. I could feel the heat rising to my face and stood up, just wanting to leave. To get as far away from them as I could.

"You’re in the way!" I heard one of the girls say.

"How could she not be in the way? She’s massive!" the other one said and they began laughing again. My eyes began to sting as I squeezed past people to leave.

      My face was drowning in tears by the time I found an emergency exit. I was finally out of there. Away from them girls who laughed at my weight. I hated it. I hated them. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I sat down on some steps outside in the cold with more tears streaming down my face. I rested my face in my hands as I let out quiet sobs, glad there was no one around.

"Excuse me? Are you ok?" a guy’s voice made me jump and I quickly tried to wipe some of the tears off my face.

"I…I’m fine. I just…" I stopped mid sentence once I looked up to see the person who had found me. My mouth dropped open and I was pretty sure I looked like a fish.

"Hello." Harry Styles waved at me, smiling.

"H…hi" was all I managed to say.

"Have you been crying?" he asked me. I couldn’t believe I was having an actual conversation with Harry Styles. Why was he talking to me?

"Yes, I…aren’t you supposed to be performing right now?" I realised that he was meant to be inside, on stage, singing.

"Um, yeah. I am. I just saw them girls being mean to you and I saw you leave so I wanted to see if you’re ok." He told me, smiling sheepishly as if he wasn’t supposed to have left the arena.

"Are you allowed to be here right now?" I asked him.

"Ummmm…" he was delaying his answer, I raised my eyebrows at him. "No. I’m not." He admitted.

"Then why are you here?" I questioned him, very confused as to why he broke the rules.

"I just wanted to see if you were ok. You looked upset and now I know that they made you cry." He said, pointing to my tear stained face. I frowned. I didn’t want to think about what they had said.

"Yeah, well, I’m used to it." I said, wiping more of the tears away so I didn’t look quite so pathetic. Although it was a bit late for that. He probably already thought I was some sad, fat idiot.

"Used to it? No one should have to be used to that!" he said, sitting down next to me. I just stared at the ground. Why did Harry Styles care what happened to me?

"Why are you still here?" I asked him, trying not to sound rude.

"I don’t like seeing people upset. Plus I thought that what them girls said was mean. You need to remember that you are better than them and that what they say is not true." He told me and I lifted my head up and looked at him.

"Thanks." I smiled weakly at him.

"No problem. Now are you going to come back inside for the rest of the concert?" he asked me and I nodded. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and handed it to me, smiling. I took it from him and wiped my eyes properly. Harry then stood up and held his hand out for me. I felt like laughing because I probably weighed more than twice of what he weighed. But his smile mad me take hold of his hand anyway, using my other arm to help push myself up.

     He led me back to the arena and took me all the way back to my seat. I could feel the jealousy in the room, but I just smiled. Louise’s face was priceless when Harry kissed me on the cheek before heading back on to the stage. I just grinned at her.

"What?! How?!" was all she managed to ask me.

"I have no idea!" I told her.

"This next song is dedicated to my new friend in the front row!" Harry said and pointed to me. My cheeks went bright red as they began to sing What Makes You Beautiful. It had become truly one of the best days ever.

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I have literally been doing nothing the past couple of days. Is this what life is like after you've finished school? I don't like it. Anyways, did you like chapter 3? I have finally included the boys! Well, mostly just Harry. I really like writing this and I would love it if you would tell me what you think of it! Comment, vote, follow?? :)

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