Falling For My Shoe Stealer // l.t.

You Got To Wet Your Fingers Before You Can Turn A Page

Chapter 34:

Jessica's POV:

"PLEASE WELCOME... ONE DIRECTION!"

I shifted in my seat as the boys jogged onto the stage in front of me, waving at an imaginary crowd. I stayed silent, sipping my coke, while they did their thing. I watched as Louis raised his microphone to his very chapped lips and greeted the empty seats along with the others. I just happened to be staring at him because he's the oldest. Convincing?

After a few seconds they casually stopped and stared at me. Zayn frowned and lifted up his microphone to his mouth. "You could've at least clapped, you know?" he suggested and I smiled cheekily back at the boys.

"I'm just preparing you for failure in your life! So really, you should be thanking me!" I shouted, making sure my voice was loud enough to be heard from the third row of the audience, where I sat.

Niall scoffed loudly, swaying his body to one side and dramatically placing his hand on his hip. "Honey," he started, pausing for dramatic effect, "Have you heard us lately?"

"Honey," I mocked, trying to replicate his sassy pose as best as I could, while siting down, "I don't believe I have."

Harry laughed into his microphone and turned to the Irish man. "How many countries are we number one in?" he asked.

Zayn grinned widely behind him, while the other two boys chuckled. Niall pouted, shaking his head. "No," he refused.

"Aw, come on! We promise we won't laugh," Liam pouted, slinging his arrow-tattooed arm over his shoulder. These boys and their pointless-looking tattoos.

Niall sighed slowly, looking down at the black stage he stood on, then up at the rest of us. "... Turdy-seven," he mumbled, and I was the one who immediately burst into laughter. My hysterics grew louder as each boy joined in, and Niall blushed. "You promised you wouldn't laugh!" he whined.

"I'm just laughing at her," Harry chuckled, pointing his abnormally large hand at me.

I sniffed, quickly sobering up and apologizing to the blondie. "I just love your accent so much it makes me happy," I tried, to which he rolled his eyes at me.

Our joy-ish moment was cut short when a blonde woman, wearing ablack T-shirt and jeans, ran onto the stage. Her hair was tied into some sort of up-do with a grey headset tangled in it. She began talking to the boys in a volume I couldn't hear, so I waited patiently for the singing to start.

The boys nodded their heads and spoke to her a few times during the conversation. Once done, she jogged backstage, her shirt riding up a little in the back before she tugged it down. My eyes widened at the black ink I saw. She had a tattoo or something going on down there. I wonder if she knows.

"Hello Lancaster!" Liam greeted, tearing me from my thoughts. I winced at the loud and sudden noise, spilling a bit of coke on my old Journeys shirt in the process. I frowned down at the wetness because I'd just wasted some of my drink.

"The first song we will be singing is-"

"Wait!" Niall exclaimed, cutting Harry off.

"What's wrong?" Zayn asked, faking confusion. These boys are so lucky they're good singers because they'd never make it far in the acting business.

"I want to ask the fans something first," Niall announced, looking out into the rows and rows of empty chairs. I have to admit that this arena is massive. "Will you... let me kiss you?" he shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes at the lame attempt of introducing a song. That deserves a boo.