"C'mooon!" Briana groaned loudly from her place at the front door, bouncing with impatience.
"Calm down, Briana. We've still got plenty of time." Hannah responded without looking up from the book in her lap. I chuckled and continued to apply my mascara. I was still in a bit of a daze. I couldn't believe it. Somehow, Hannah had managed to score us some One Direction tickets. Soon, the three of us would be off to the stadium to see the boys who I had idolized for so long in concert live. Before I forget to mention, my name is Sarah. The girl pouting at the door is Briana, who is (obviously) as in love with the famous boy band as I am. The girl reading on the couch, who I can hardly believe is putting up with our constant fangirling, is Hannah.
Briana is loud and vibrant and so full of life that it's almost impossible not to smile around her. But, she is also very childish, often sticking her tongue out and has earned the right of being known for having a very short temper. You mess with her and you'll regret it. She's beautiful, too. Long, wavy brown hair and warm brown eyes.
Hannah, to describe her in one word, is motherly. In our immediate group of friends, she is referred to as 'mom'. She has big, curly brown hair and kind green eyes. If you ever need anything, she would be there for you in a heartbeat. She's not as wild and reckless as Briana, but she's artistic and funny.
Hannah's P.O.V.
I looked up from my book and glanced over at Sarah. I sighed in jealousy. I had always wished I could be as beautiful as she is. With her long blond hair and beautiful eyes that held nearly every shade of blue. Eyes that could probably hold an immeasurable amount of memories and dreams and far away thoughts. She was also the tallest and has a nice, slim figure. Ugh.
Sarah's P.O.V.
I sigh and study myself in the mirror. I have long, straight blond hair and blue eyes that always seemed kind of plain to me. I was the tallest of the group, so that was a plus. I've been described as nice and funny and beautiful and smart by so many people but, I never believe them.
"Alright, alright. Lets go, Sarah." Hannah said, obviously caving to Briana's constant complaints. I straightened my new, blue dress and stepped out the door.
"Ahem." Hannah said, "Are we forgetting something?" She held out my favorite grey sweater. I smiled and took it. We headed out the door and towards the car.
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"Okay, here we are." Hannah announced as we pulled up an hour early in front of the stadium. Briana quickly snapped a photo and proceeded to instagram it. Hannah blinked multiple times, eyes adjusting from the flash.
"Hey!" She moaned "No blinding the driver."
We piled out of the car and headed to the line to wait.
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"How about you guys stay for the concert and I go take a nap in the car." Hannah suggested after an hour of waiting.
"Aw, C'mon!" Briana said, "Were almost to the front!"
I was actually surprised that Hannah had agreed to come. It was a well-known fact that Hannah isn't at all a Directioner and was only coming along to 'babysit'.
As we made our way to our seats, I swore I had seen my favorite member of the band, Harry, headed backstage. I shrugged it off and took my seat between Hannah and Briana. With only 20 minutes until the show starts, there was well over 2,000 people in the stadium.
"Wonderful." Hannah mumbled, as people filed in. "More fangirls."
The concert went off without a hitch. When Harry came on stage, I screamed loudly and cheered. I'll admit, I teared up a bit when 'One Thing' started playing but, other than that, I spent the entire concert jumping and singing and having a good time.
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"Oh, damn." I mumbled as we exited to stadium. Hannah turned around and looked at me.
"You forgot your sweater inside, didn't you?" She asked. I nodded sheepishly.
"Do you want me to run back and get it?" She sighed.
"No. I've got it. Just get her back to the car." I told her, motioning to Briana, who looked as though she might pass out due to exhaustion. Hannah nodded and head toward the car with Briana in tow. I turned back and headed through the big gates to our seats.
I spotted where I had been sitting, but found no sweater. I looked under the seat and all around it but, no luck. As I turned to head back to the car, I bumped into someone.
"Oh, God. I'm sorry." I mumbled, looking down.
"No worries, Love. Is this yours?" A deep, alluring voice asked. I looked up quickly to see Harry Styles smiling at me, holding out a familiar grey sweater.
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Well, there's that. Please comment and tell me if this is worth continuing. Oh, and Sarah? I hope you like it!!
