Summer Love

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A/N: HEY! Some of you guys reading this might think "hey I've read this before", and you're 100% correct. Before I published a Louis fanfiction called 'Superman' before my account got hacked. But working some talented people they successfully got my account back up and running. Now unfortunately, when my account was hacked the person behind it was posing as me and trying to say that I had moved to another account--which isn't true--in hopes to increase their followers. 

They also unpublished Superman *growls* 

I am republishing the story under the new name Summer Love, because why not? And they're some symbolism in there if you can spot it.

So, enjoy :)

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"Hello?" I picked up my phone groggily when I heard my phone. An indication that some one was ringing my phone. Seriously, who the hell calls someone else on Saturday at 4 in the morning?

"Diana? Are you awake?" My best friend, Macy, asked through the phone.

"I am now." I yawned and sat up while rubbing my eyes. "What do you want?"

"You remember how you said you would do whatever I wanted for my birthday?"

Oh shit.

"Yes?" I ended the answer more like a question knowing that she was going to ask something I was going to regret. A word of the wise: never agree to do anything your perky blonde best friend wants for her birthday. Ask around--things just go bad.

"WellyouseeIwasonTicketMasterallnightandIgotsometicketsandbackstagepasses--," she said all in one breath.

"Whoa, whoa, motor mouth--slow down." I kept my voice low so my parents wouldn't wake. Even though I was done with high school, I stayed with them. Hey; free food. 

"Start from the beginning. Slowly."

"I was on Ticketmaster and saw some One Directio--"

"No."

"But you--"

"No." I was firm on my answer. "I'm not going. You know I can't stand that bubble gum pop crap."

one thing you should know about Macy and I; w're complete opposites. She likes pink and extravagant designs, I like black with solid color. She likes big bouncy dresses and nine inch heels, I like ripped jeans and combat boots. Needless to say that me and One Direction were on the opposite side of the spectrum as well.

"Please!" she whined over the phone. "You promised."

"Yea, well that's what happens when you fill me up with vodka."

"Di--"

"The answer is 'no' and there is nothing you can do to make me change my mind." I hugged.

Nuh-uh. No way in hell.

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"Smile," Macy laughed as we made our way to the front row seats, "this is going to be fun!"

I feel like traitor being dragged into a concert like this. It's just not right. Someone like me going to a concert to see *shudders* One Direction. But what could I do? I did make a promise and I swore that I would do anything. Besides...she gave me her puppy dog face...

She's known since kindergarten that I can't refuse when she does that stupid face. It's like when you offer me my other one true weakness: carrot cake.

"This will not be fun," I growled as I sat in my chair glaring while crossing my arms. I was all in black. Black skinny jeans, black v-neck, black leather jacket, black combat boots, black eye shadow. Hey, if I was going to be forced into something I don't want to do I was going to look the part. If only I didn't have dirty blonde hair and light green eyes. Then my outfit would've been perfect.

"Stop being such a party pooper." Macy rolled her eyes.

I growled once more giving my best death glares at the annoying fan girls around us.

"Like OHEMGEE! I can't believe we're like here cause like it took forever to like get these tickets."

I rolled my eyes, "Like four whole seconds?"

The fan girls glared at me while Macy laughed at my comment. She may be part of this cult, but she was nothing like their annoying personalities. I like to think my bad ass attitude was rubbing off on her.

As soon as the fan girls were going to snarl something the lights dimmed down and five spot lights landed on stage. With five loud pops five boys jumped from one of those stage trap doors. All the girls screamed and held up their hand made banners. I groaned and rubbed my temples as I was the only person actually sitting in their seat. I plugged in my headphones and tried to block out everything around me by listening to actual music.

The concert began.

This was going to be one long night.