Whore makeup, as Jenna Marbles would say—Check.
Dress that shows up my sweater puppies—Check. Sadly, Check.
Vans(Red, to match my dress)—Much to Erica’s distaste, fucking check.
Tickets and backstage passes to see One Direction/Niall Horan—Housten, we have a problem.
“So you’re sure this is going to work?”
“No. Not at all.”
I nod my head sadly and unsurely, “That’s what I thought.”
“You’re sure that you want to do this?” Erica looks at me with a worried expression.
“I HAVE A SAY IN THIS?”
She starts to laugh, “No, I just wanted to make sure.”
I nod my head grudgingly, “That’s what I thought.”
“Great, let’s go.”
Erica walks straight up to one of the security guards and says “Hi!” with a peppy smile.
The security guard locks his eyes onto one particular area of her outfit before finally dragging his eyes up to meet her blue ones, “Hello, lady.”
“We’re here to see the band.”
The security guard laughs out loud, “That’s what a ticket is for." he points to the front of the arena, "You see that line? That's what all of those girls are here for."
I walk up behind her, “Hey, I’m Megan.” I offer my hand.
He looks down at it for a minute before tucking both of his arms over his chest, “Okay…” I mutter, “I should be on the list.”
He looks around, “What list?”
“Right… I’m Niall’s girlfriend.”
The guard raises an eyebrow, “Niall doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“Okay, I’m Niall’s love interest.”
The security guard lets out a short laugh, “Yeah, and I’m his mother,” he puts on a fake Irish accent and a falsetto tone, “Aye my wee baby Niall, do yer best out on dee stage tanight!”
Erica and I aren’t impressed in the least bit. Side by side we stare at him with a blank expression, “No?” he asks. He shrugs, “Yeah, I need to work on it. Anyways, no way in hell, girls, get in line.”
“We don’t have tickets.”
“Then it looks like you’ll be taking your fine asses elsewhere for the night.”
“Ew…”
He turns us away from him and pushes us toward the parking lots.
I feel for my pocket and realize that I’m wearing a tight red dress—obviously no pockets.
“Erica I just remembered something that you’re going to love me for.”
“You left the tickets in your bra and you’ve been wearing it for a week? Great! Let’s go.”
I blush as I feel around for my phone, “I have Niall’s phone number.”
She stops and looks at me point blank, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
I shake my head as I scroll through my contacts slowly, “I’m really sorry.”
“Are you telling me I dressed us up as two dollar whores and got rejected by an old security guard for nothing?!” She stomps her foot on the ground and puts her hands on her hips.
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The Sighting At Starbucks(One Direction-Niall Horan- FanFic)
FanfictionWhen Megan is working at her Starbucks stand in the airport in Seattle, she has a quick encounter with Niall Horan, as he's mobbed by a herd of screaming girls, all he can do is keep his eyes on her. She goes to go to the bathroom and wouldn't ya' k...
