Chapter 2
“C’mon Leah, cheer up! We are about to meet THE HARRY STYLES!” I enthusiastically say to Leah trying to get some sort of happiness/excitement/thrill/fun, anything really... Something to make her smile. However she is still standing there looking half asleep. I don’t get it. I mean I know she is their biggest fan like me, but she isn’t excited one little bit. “Look Leah we are almost in the same room as them! If you’re not going to be happy for yourself, at least be happy for me please? And don’t say anything mean please?” I beg her and after about 30 seconds of her umming and arring, she finally complies with the melo-dramatic nod.
You can hear the people about 5 spots in-front of us in the line scream as they make their way through the door, it’s actually annoying. Maybe I should stop screaming so often. I giggle to myself and Leah gives me a look of disapproval. Oh well, I’m accustomed to her sarcastic and cruel ways. The line shuffles forward very slowly, very slowly, but with each shuffle a whole new level of excitement and eagerness rushes through my body. I can’t believe we are actually about to meet Harry Styles, ohh and the rest of 1D, but Harry flipping styles! Alleluia! It’s as if Leah can read my thoughts when she turns to give me another look of disapproval, followed by a sarcastic,
“Calm down. They aren’t that special.”
Roughly anyone in a 4m radius clamped their jaws shut and turned to stare at us. Why did she have to speak so loud? One girl looked like she was about to tackle her, “She was being sarcastic guys, she is actually thrilled. I mean who wouldn’t be?!” If it wasn’t for my, not so smooth save, she probably would have tackled her. They all slowly turned around and continued their conversations.”Leah, how stupid are you? You want to get your throat slit by a bunch of life obsessive directioners?” I say softly ensuring they don’t hear before letting out a giggle. Which although was a very devious laugh, was the first smile she has showed in ages.
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Leah’s POV
The line creeps slowly forward unfortunately. I may act like I don’t care but I am so nervous to meet harry styles. He is so hot. I mean whoever thinks he isn’t is clearly mentally deranged but obviously I have never talked to him and I bet he is just like the rest of the teenage guy singers, a stuck-up guy, who has no respect for other and is only in it for the money, probably doesn’t even write his own music. In a way I feel sorry for him, because he has a stunning exterior and a cold/bland interior. I don’t know why but, when I see an image or even him in real life though I get angry. Maybe because I’m jealous because my music isn’t as famous as the boy bands - he is part of.
Finally the line shuffles forward and we make it inside the door and of course because I could foresee this issue I covered my ears and then heard the still deafening sound of Sarah’s scream, along with the 4 groups of people in front of us. I finally gave up trying to block out the horrid sound when I realised it was just as bad without my hands covering my ears. Sarah finally stopped screaming and abruptly turns to me and says,
“Leah, I think imp about do one of two things or both; I’m about to wet my pants and hurl at the same time.”
“For my sake please keep all current liquids inside your body.” We both laugh, and shuffle forward.
“This better be worth it, my legs are killing!” I inform Sarah.
“How can you even question the worth of your pain?!” she replied. She was pretty clear on her answer. The line shuffles forward as another group leaves and now there is only one group in front. “Leah, what am I going to say? Or should I just go in for a hug?”
“I guess we will find out right about...now.” I reply as the group leaves and they are finally standing right in front of us. HE IS SO GORGEOUS, HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? Although this is what I think to myself while I stand there like a stunned mullet, my face dives into a frown when I look at Harry, and anger rushes through me. He is doing the same thing he did on stage though. He is just standing there frozen again... am I doing the same thing?
Finally a voice breaks the silence.
“So did you guys enjoy the performance?” A clearly Irish accent spoke, Nial.
Before I had a chance to reply Sarah takes to giant leaps and jumps onto Nial’s hips and much to my surprise only kisses him on the cheek. I don’t know why but he doesn’t try and remove her and after she kisses him she happily jumps down and walks back to stand by my side.
“Sarah, what was that?!” I whisper to her. Before replying to Nial’s earlier question before was attacked by my best-friend. How embarrassing, and she told me to play it cool. “It was ok I guess, you could brush up on a few notes, other than that though was alright I guess.” The 5 boys stand their stunned at my reply. I think they expected be to be on my knee’s begging for me to marry them or something, although that isn’t out of the ordinary for them. I nudge Sarah for her to say something but she just blurts into tears saying how much she loves them. Oh, here we go, I think to myself.
