Blinded By Love

NINE

I reached the Cork Opera House. Oh, God, it was so beautiful. Perfect for concerts.

I wondered if it's this pretty from outside, then, how beautiful it might be from inside.
"Oh man! I wanna go inside. Hear them sing. See them live, see Zayn with my eyes! Live!" I started crying.

I parked Rustie and stood in front of the entrance. I saw girls shouting, wearing One Direction merchandise, taking pictures. But what hurt the most was the red band around their wrists, which was the entry ticket. "Christ, I want it!"

Soon, the whole crowd began to move inside of the stadium and not a single girl was left but me.

I took two steps back and took a picture of the Opera House. I could hear girls screaming. Are they here?!

I started crying, and this time, I just couldn't stop my tears. This was probably my last chance to see them live. "Cause, who knows when they'll come here again and I'm gonna lose my eyes." This made me cry again. And suddenly, I could hear Amanda's voice in my head, "An unhappy one? Where you have a freaking cancer!" and so, I cried even more.

I could not see anyone, just when I saw a blonde man coming near me.

Perhaps he would tell me to get the hell out of the Opera House because I didn't have the ticket.

"Hey, lady," he had a French accent, "why you crying?"

"Uh, I wanna go inside and I don't have the tickets," I broke down, "I want to see them live, so bad!"

"Oh, Je-I'm sorry."

"By the time I got to know that they're here in Ireland, all the tickets got sold out. Desperate Directioners, I guess. Let's say that I'm not that lucky.

"Uh, maybe you are." He said.

"Huh?" I couldn't get what he was saying. He sounded like "Maiibee yuu aareh"

"Got six hundred euro?"

"Uh, excuse me?"

"I have this one ticket and I can give it to you if you give me six hundred euros."

Six hundred euros!? For one ticket? Anyway, I'll take it. Anything for One Direction.

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me the ticket. Here's your money." I handed him the money and he gave me the ticket.

I ran with the ticket in my hand and stood in front of the entrance.

I ran past the security. They handed me the red band to wear on my wrist and I was in the stadium!

A thousand girls were screaming in my ears and I started screaming, too.

I clicked a thousand photos. And then, I heard a voice,

"I'm broken, do you hear me? I'm blinded, 'cause you're everything I see."

They were here! Yaay!

"Wohoo!" we all hooted and started singing the song, and there they were! The five lads, singing right in front of me.

All five were in front of me, and my eyes were locked on him. Just him. Zayn.

Somehow, in the last five years of One Direction, I was yet to pick a single instant when he didn't look beautiful.

He was breathtakingly beautiful.

It was almost unreal.

He was a dream. Even better. You can't even dream of something so perfect.

Plastic surgeons still can't rival God.

God! He was hard to describe.

Those limpid, constantly wet black eyes screamed to be loved.

There was nothing better than his melancholic beautiful face.

He had the eyes of a one month old-large and screaming for attention.

A perfectly formed nose, flawless lips and the best complexion.

All those features that could put Photoshop to shame.

"And now I'm asking you to stay for a little while inside my arms, yeah.' They continued to sing and I was crying. Tears of joy.

"Hello, Ireland!"

"Whooo!"

"Are you ready!?" Niall shouted from the stage.

"Whoo!"

"Come on, guys, let's do it!" Liam shouted

Harry emptied the whole bottle of water on the fans which were close to the stage.

Niall was on his guitar.

"Maybe it's the way she walks, straight into my heart and stole it,
Through the doors and past the guards, just like she already own it!" they sung.

The concert went on for an hour and then Zayn said, "Thank you, Ireland! You guys are the best! We love you!" My heart skipped a beat.

"Whoo!"

They all bowed and went.

Oh my God! This was the best thing ever. I saw them! I couldn't stop crying.

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A/N: So, she finally saw them! And Zayn, of course! For the first and the last time, or so, as she thinks. But who knows? *winks*

Liked this one? This was obviously NOT a filler chapter. She saw 'em! What can possibly be better?

I couldn't stop smiling while writing this chapter because I was imagining me, going to a One Direction/Zayn concert. I even shed a few tears, ya know. Maybe, because I have a feeling that I would NEVER be able to take a picture with Zayn. *cries*

Uh, I would like to dedicate this chapter to the best bitch in this whole damn world. CutechicGinni. I love ya, bitch. Be with me forever, that's all I want. P.S: Everything will be okay ;)

I know the book's not so great till now, but I can assure that it's gonna get better as soon as Zayn enters the story, but I can't see it happening any time soon.

So, thank you so much for taking out time and reading it. It means A LOT, people. I can't explain.

Please, VOTE, COMMENT and SHARE.

Thank you, everyone. :D

-Zahana xx.