8.30 finally rolls around and the screams are deafening as the band finally makes their long-awaited arrival onto stage. As they begin their first song, a girl elbows me in the face and Millie sings her lungs out beside me, effectively blocking out the sound of the actual boys singing. What a great start to the evening, I think to myself sullenly, glancing up at the stage in disdain. Of all people, Harry Styles catches my eye and winks cheekily, and even though I roll my eyes back up at him, I swear something in me melts.. I decide to have fun tonight, if only for my sister's sake, and grab her hand as she pumps it up in the air. I thrash my body around and dance wildly to songs I've never even heard before save for tonight; I think I might actually be having a good time. And well, maybe all the sneaky side-glances Harry keeps sending me are helping too - he is a famous, talented, extremely attractive boy, and he's noticing me of all people.
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