One Direction's Cabbie

Ch 1.

I should not be doing this. I should absolutely not be doing this. I have 4 boys in my car right now that are worth millions-- A PIECE! I don't even want to think about what would happen if I returned Harry Styles with even a scratch on his face. God forbid if something were to happen to that hair! I'm going to need a sham-wow for how much I'm sweating right now. It's a good thing I'm wearing black.

"Are you going to play any good music anytime soon?" Harry complained from the back seat.

"What's wrong with my music? Two Door Cinema Club relaxes me."

"We need pump up songs! I'm going to fall asleep this this."

"Good," I replied "it's easier to babysit children when they're already asleep."

A chorus of "ooo's" echoed from the rest of the boys while Natalie, shot me a look of disapproval from the passenger's seat.

"Fine," I said "you can have the aux if you want to change it so badly."

I shifted my glance away from the road in order to find my phone and hand him the plug when I heard a sudden gasp and "AMBER!!!" coming from Natalie.

"FRICK!" I exclaimed as I realized, half-way through the intersection, that I had definitely just run a red light. 

"Did you just say frick?" Liam questioned holding back a chuckle. Harry was long past laughing at this point and my reaction only made him cackle harder.

"Oh shush... Did anyone see any cops? I don't think I saw--" I cut myself off right when I saw the flashing blue and red lights in my rear-view mirror.

"Frick."

------------------------Earlier that morning------------------------

I agreed to take my little sister, Natalie, to the One Direction concert today in San Diego. I mean, she's not really little per-say, she's 18. But of course, being 21, I am just sooo much more enriched in worldly experiences than her. Anyways, long story short, Natalie doesn't have a car yet and her friend bailed on going to the concert with her. Natalie promised me that if I drove her the 2 hours down to San Diego, she would pay for gas, food, and my ticket which she bought back from the friend who bailed. I wouldn't say I'm One Direction's biggest fan but I downloaded a couple of their songs. I mean... free concert! Why not?

"I'm leaving in 5 minutes whether you're in the car or not!" I bellowed through Natalie's bedroom door and the blasting boyband music.

"You can't even get in the concert with the tickets that I have, Amber!"

"Maybe not, but I sure as hell can go and buy myself some Chipotle with the money you already paid me, Natalie!"

"I'll be out in like 10 seconds! Just calm yourself."

In reality it was about another 20 minutes before we finally did leave the house. Natalie definitely took her time getting ready for this thing. She was wearing converse, high-waisted booty shorts, and a 1D t-shirt she had cut into a crop top with her long brunette hair done in messy pigtail braids. She looks like a slutty 9 year old. Meanwhile, I decided to appear in my Sunday's best: tank top, flannel, leggings, and vans. My blonde hair was still partially curled from the night before so I just left it. 

The drive down to San Diego wasn't too bad, surprisingly. There wasn't too much traffic and it was nice to look out at the ocean as we were cruising down the freeway. Natalie played One Direction nearly the whole drive. I didn't mind it though and I actually started to get more and more excited for the concert throughout the drive. That blissfull feeling was quickly replaced by panic once we arrived at the venue and I witnessed the mayhem that was the parking lot. The parking lot encircled the entirety of Qualcomm Stadium and seemed endless. We followed the flow of traffic, dodging hysterical fans who were bolting though the lot, and found a spot that wasn't too far away. I barely had the car in park before Natalie jumped out and ran to get in line at the merchandise stand.

I didn't want to lose her in the massive swarm of people, so I quickly grabbed my purse and took off after her-- without taking note of where I parked.