More Than This

Chapter 6: Meet and Greet

I've never been to a concert or Meet and Greet, so I'm sorry if it's a little off, but I did my very best! Enjoy!

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Chapter 6: Meet and Greet

After over an hour of waiting in line in the boiling sun, having to listen to degrading words coming from fans behind me and cutting through my self-esteem like a saw cutting through a heavy piece of wood, it was finally time for us to meet, "The Boys".

We were only a few yards away from the lad who Sarah informed me was "Liiiaaam!" before she went 'bananas' all over the place. I heard short gasps and whispers of, "oh my goodness!" , "It's freaking One Direction!", "oh my god!" And a lot more from all directions around me- which made me doubt I had any senses besides hearing anymore- as we got closer and closer to the five heartthrobs of today's society. One thing I know not to ever do again is go to a Meet and Greet with a fandom I am not a part of.

When we finally approached the British band member known as, "Liam," he replied, "hi, babe!" With a smile to Little Miss Fan-girl in front of me who was shouting the whole time and almost had a heart attack at his two simple words.

"Calm down, Sal. You look like a little kid who just saw his mother for the first time since birth." My words were barely audible in her ears due to the chaos roaming on around us, but that didn't stop her eardrums from capturing them.

"Don't you dare start using your writing words with me, young lady! I'm in a breakable, yet vigorous point right now! Either fan-girl with me or leave me be!" I slightly giggled at the way her voice came out, almost every word came out in a different tone than the word before and after. She also used the word, "vigorous," which I assumed she stole from my "writing words," since it's not part of her- everyday, normal- vocabulary.

Liam wore a plain, black V-neck shirt, with blue skinny jeans and some weird kind of shoes that looked almost like Jordan's, but didn't ring a bell. A Snap-back lay backwards on top of his half-messy, short, copper-colored hair.

The shouting and screaming of girls around me only got louder as they completely forgot I existed for the sake of the Meet and Greet luring them in at the agonizing moment, making them ignore me and turn their "Kate-Hate" into "1D Love".

The next in line was Zayn, I supposed, as I heard the little 8-year-old-or-so girl behind me yell out his name numerous times nonstop. He wore a plain white T-shirt with a jean Varsity jacket on top, and what I presumed was black, tight jeans with white Jordan's.

"Hi, babe," Zayn half-smiled to Sarah, who was dramatically fanning her cherry-red face while inhaling deeply. Almost like the first time her crush said hi to her, but not quite; this was a more interesting scene.

"Drama queen," I mumbled to myself low enough so only my own ears could hear. I was already not feeling well; gradual pain started to form right above my eyes inside my head. And the fans only got louder and crazier than I ever thought possible.

We moved in a pace that the body guards around us called, "faster, faster!" The fans called it, "Liaaammm! Zaaynnn! Louisss!" And I simply called, "headache."

"Hello, darling! How are you, today?" Seven whole words came out of Louis' mouth and that was too much for Sal. All she did was cover her mouth and stand still, staring right back at him. "I-I'm good, thank you. H-how are you?" She was now shaking as if she was left alone half-naked in Antarctica. "I'm doing great, thank you!" Louis called out with a very bright, innocent smile right before the body guards started yelling at us again to walk faster, which was practically impossible.