Its Complicated

Chapter 1

All i can hear is screaming fans everywhere. Its actaually quite irratating. Why so much fuss about some celebrity that will never even know you exist anyway? I will never get it.

"Who are we seeing again?" I ask my friend Liz.

Liz has been my bestfriend since third grade. We are so different yet so alike at the same time. She is completely obssessed with.. One Direction i think they're called? What kind of band name is that anyway? It sounds like an airport or something shit like that to me.

"I already told you One Direction for the hundreth tome today." She say with and attitude and i put my hands up as in saying that i surrender. She chuckles softly.

As we walk inside the crowded room all i see is dozens of teenage girls crying over a stupid One Direction concert. I mean really is it that big of a deal? I think i even see some tears developing in Liz's eyes. Oh kill ne now.

When we get to our front row seat that Liz's mom got us, i just plop down and go on my phone. That's probably what ill be doing the whole time. I look over to Liz and see her take out a bunch of random stuff. I see pens,papers,and i even think i see two walkie talkies. Wow she is really obssessed. I cant help but laugh.

As we wait for the stupid band to come on stage, Liz talks to me endlessly about how much she is in love with Zayn. Knowing that i have no clue who is who he is she shows me a picture of all of them and specifically points out the one with the tattos and black hair swished up. Eh. He is okay looking. But the one with the curly hair catches my eye. I dont know why i usually hate guys with curly hair. Whatever.

When they finally come out onto the stage Liz jumps out of her seat and screams as loud as she can. She stands on top of her chair like a crazy person and holds the poster up. I could tell she needs help but the is no way i am doing that.

"Savannah help me." she insists.

I know that if i tell her no she will probably throw a fit and draw attention to us not like that is happening right now. I stand up and hold the poster with my overly obssessed friend with no emotion.

"How are you lovely ladies and gentlemen doing tonight?" the curly haired boy asks the croud.

It not like they'll be able to hear anyone's answer. But its just something about that tattoed curly haired freak that...i dont know..turns me on? Ew. No. Never!

After they sing what feels like seven thousand songs they all sit on one gigantic couch that could fit the five of them. They start reading tweets and answering questions on the large screen behind them. I swear i saw the curly haired boy look and me and smile. Yea right! This concert is making me go crazy.

"This is the best part." Liz screames over the irratating croud of people.

"Why?What are they doing?" i ask as three men walk out onto the stage holding three bowls full of golf balls with numbers on them.

"They are going to pick a random seat in this whole place for a girl or guy to come up and meet them and talk with them.I hope its me!" she responds. Yea right only in her dreams.

"Ok! So each bowl contains a different golf ball with a different number or letter." the boy that i have become so fond of tells the crowd.

Finishing his sentence the irish one says that one bowl contains a section, the other a row and the last a number. I dont even glance at my seat number im never going to get picked nor do i want to.

They finally say a section, row, and seat number. "Section B, Row G and the seat number is 25." Zayn says.

Liz looks at me with disbelief and tears in her eyes. I guess thats her seat. But i have a feeling that its not. She still staring at me with her big green eyes filled with water. I finally turn around to look at my seat number for no reason and see my seat number, Section B, Row G, Seat 25. Oh my god!