Hopeless

~Prologue~

Here I stand, on my 20th birthday, in front of a huge crowd of screaming fans.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my life would ever turn out like this.

I look around the arena, another finished show.

The front row was full of fans who were laughing, crying and yelling out all different things.

I smiled, my gaze hovering over the whole arena. Even though the back of the arena was barely visible I could still make out the shapes of people waving and clapping.

They were all beautiful and they are the reason I am who I am today.

I looked beside me where Niall and Louis were waving, blowing kisses and laughing at signs. Harry was talking to Zayn, mouthing words since they couldn't hear each other over the screams and I was standing here, staring at the crowd, dreaming about how drastically my life changed.

A pat on the back got my attention and I found Louis congratulating me on finishing another show.

I smiled at him before turning back, just in time to see some girls at the back leaving.

"HEY YOU! Where do you think you're going?!" I called out.

The spotlight switched towards them and they froze, turning their heads to see who I was calling.

One of the girls looked me straight in the eyes and although it was far in distance I could see her pointing at herself as if to say, 'me?'

"Yes you. Come back here" I laughed.

She and her friend began jumping up and down, laughing and trying to yell something back but I just couldn't hear them.

"Why are they supposed to come back? Shows over man!" Joked Niall.

"Not just yet!" I answered, a cheeky smirk making it's way to my face.

"Harry, sing a line of any song of ours, go!" I ordered.

Harry always listens to orders when he's stunned, just incase he forgot that this was part of the show. It wasn't though.

"Uh, I've tried playing it cool.." He sang but then stopped abruptly.

"Keep going!"

"But when I'm looking at you.. I can't ever be brave" he continued. It was only now that I signalled Zayn.

As tradition, someone's pants need to go down every concert and Harry is usually the easiest target.

"Cause' you make my heart race" as Harry finished the verse, Zayn, who was positioned behind him, pulled Harry's pants down. They swiftly slipped down to his ankles, in front of thousands of fans.

Cue the screams.

We all laughed about it and I turned to find one girl in the arena who was sitting down, as if the whole world was frozen around her and she couldn't care less.

I don't know why, but this young girl reminded me so much of me at her age of around 12-13.

My past that I never speak of may be stained in my history, but no one needs to know.

I don't know why she looked sad, or why she was even here since she barely payed attention to us but I knew that she wasn't happy.

I thought about the past few years of my life and how it was so different before.

How could life change so greatly in such little time?

How did one young girl cause all these memories to flood back?

I couldn't believe how my life flashed before my eyes and completely changed in a way I never thought it would.

This, is my story..

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Love you all💕