The Irish or the British? (Sequel to Double Identity)

"I'm so excited to go to the concert!" Leah squeals. "Oh brother, I didn't even wanted to come. Geez, you're so obsessed." I say, she rolls her eyes and sighs. "Alana why do you always have to be so negative?! I'm pretty sure you are going to love them!" she says clapping her hands, she takes out her phone but I push I away. "I don't want to see that band."  "They are so handsome! Just look, you've never even seen them."  "I don't care- I don't want to see them." I look outside the window and it's full of cars and screaming girls. "They must be pretty good if they have this many fans." "They are the best! Especially Liam." I park and then look at her. "Liam." I whisper. "Yeah- he's so going to be mine." "Liam." "Yeah Liam." "Sounds familiar. Anyways let's go." Leah gets off screaming, she runs and I drag my feet.I met her in college, in fact we became friends. Not best-best friends, but we talk. All she talks about is that band she's so obsessed them, and that Liam guy. Every time she says 'Liam' it reminds me of that high school guy, but of course it can't be the same. There's so many screaming girls, it is hurting my ears. Leah got us a front seats, and I really don't want to be here. But how can I say no when she already bough the tickets? "Come on, come on!" she screams. When we manage to get in the front seats she starts to scream, and the rest of the other girls too. I still don't get why a twenty-one year old is so obsessed with that band, whatever their name is. Even though Leah and I are the same age and stuff, we don't have the same taste , honestly. I decide to take my phone out and scroll through Facebook. Leah pokes me with her elbow but I keep scrolling anyways. After a while I get so tired I decide to put my earphones on and listen to my own music. I can still hear the screaming fans though. Some lights hit the stage and the girls scream louder than ever. "You know what I can't anymore." I turn around and am about to walk when I hear somebody talk. "Hello! How are ya'll doing?!" I freeze and don't move, another voice then speaks. "We would like to thank every single one of you, because without you we wouldn't be here. Thank you so much!" I hold my breath and close my eyes, it sounds so, so familiar and I'm so scared to turn around. "We're going to sing our new single."  "This is Best song ever!" I then open my eyes, my lungs are just gasping for air and then I remind myself to breath, "Alana! Look, look! Oh my gosh it's Liam!" She pulls me and I turn around. I keep my eyes on the floor as one of them starts to sing. My lip is now bleeding and I can taste the blood in my mouth. It's him, I know it's him. The same rough deep voice, I just know it. Then another voice sings, I can perfectly recognize it. Next thing I know somebody pokes me and it's Leah. "He's coming straight over here! OH MY GOD!" I suck some air and I see a hand "I said can you give it back to me, she said never in-" he picks up my chin, and I look at him. No doubt it's Zayn, he's still looks the same. Same perfect hair and when he looks at me he freezes. His hand is covered in a whole lot of tattoos, some beard is growing not a lot though. "Your wildest dream." he finishes his line and steps back keeping eye contact with me,  then I see the five boys. I feel my chest and heart sink. I just want to run away and don't look back. "Did you see the way Zayn looked at you?! Oh my freaking gosh! Oh god! Zayn Fucking Malik just touched your chin, and sang to you! You're a lucky girl!" Leah squeals. I look at Zayn who is still looking at me, of course he recognizes me. Of course he does. Niall comes behind him and whispers something to his ear, Zayn quickly starts to sing. Not like he did before though, every move he makes and all he looks at is me. "I have to go Leah." Leah is too busy singing and dancing, she is screaming so loud I'm pretty sure tomorrow she won't be able to talk. I shake her lightly and she turns around. "I have to go." I say in her ear. She gives me an odd look and raises an eyebrow. "I really-" I turn to look at Harry who has the microphone, damn he looks even better now. It's been like what? Four, five years since I haven't seen him? It took me forever to forget about him, that's why I moved here to Doncaster. Now I find the four boys that totally ruined my high school life, of course not including Niall, because Niall.. Niall actually did care about me and I screwed it all up. The memories just come back, one after another, the bet, the party.. just everything. I can't take it. I can't afford for them to see me, Zayn already did. The feelings, the freaking feeling I get when I hear or see Harry on stage. It's way to- to much. I can't.