21 Directions

Chapter Three

{Jasmine POV}

***One week later- The Night of the Concert***

I still couldn't believe that I was going to a One Direction concert tonight. It seemed so unreal, yet I was way beyond ready. I could just imagine the gleaming faces of my five favorite boys up on the stage, serenading me and all the other wild teenage girls.

My heart would skip a beat when one of the boys would lay his eyes on me, lingering for a second, then flickering away. He would think nothing of it, but my heart would forever be lively and only satisfied for him...

"If I'm louder, would you see me? Would you lay down..."

I snapped out of my daydream when I felt my eyeliner winging out way further than intended.

"Oh crap," I muttered, grabbing my makeup remover and starting all over again. Now that the time was ticking away, counting down to the show, I began to get butterflies in my stomach. What in the world was wrong with me? I wasn't even performing.

"JAZ?" I could hear my brother yelling, "What's taking you so long?"

"Shut up, Ben!" I rolled my eyes. Sometimes guys just didn't understand. I reapplied my eyeliner and added another coat of mascara. I pouted my lips, checking my lipstick. I opted on my red clutch to match my converse. Deciding for black high-waisted shorts and my white Brandy Giselle crop top was a simple yet cute choice. Modeling in the mirror, I decided to leave my hair alone in its dark waves. I gathered my things and headed out the door and down the stairs to meet my impatient brother, who was twirling his keys in everlasting orbit.

"Finally," he sighed, "Can we leave now?"

"Actually, I think I might've left something upstairs..." I teased.

He glared at me as I giggled and walked out to his car. Following straight behind him, I prepped myself for what was ahead.

* * *

I found my place in the front row and got my phone out to take a selfie. I then opened up twitter:

@withlovejaz: Best night of my life? #herewego #1dLA

I tweeted it and switched my phone to standby. I looked to the left and saw a guy smiling at me. I smiled back. I love guy directioners!

"Guy directioner?" I asked him hopefully.

"Oh, no. I'm just here with my girlfriend," he answered, gesturing to the girl beside him. I nodded, disappointed. I have to admit... he was kind of cute. Those eyes, they were so green. And his hair was a dark chocolate, in perfect curls. He almost reminded me of...

The countdown began.

"...two! ... One!" I joined in, beaming.

The boys burst out onto the stage. They waved at all of us.

"HEY!" Louis yelled, and I responded with the same. He looked at me and grinned, I swear!

They began and I mouthed the words to all of the songs, not wanting my voice to cover up the boys'.

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{Emma POV}

All right, stalk mode is activated. 

I slip out into the dark. Under the cover of night, I look invisible in my "camouflage": a little black sleeveless dress that tightens in all the right places, black stilettos, and because all that black might look too conspicuous, I put on a thin layer of red lipstick on my lips before leaving my house. My makeup was subdued to a minimum, just a puff of blush here and a brush of mascara there. I had decided to my curly brown hair down, sweeping over my shoulders. It's crucial not to stand out in order for my plan to work, yet if I did see the boys, I want to leave a footprint in their memories. Thank goodness the concert is at night, though. If it had been while the sun was still out, my plan would not run smoothly.