Putting Love on the Line

Chapter 3

JAMIE'S P.O.V

Before we left Courtney and I grabbed hoodies and sun glasses. We are still famous you know. This part is the least like about it. I hate hiding myself from the world. When we got there we didnt exactly know what our seats were. I'd hope they are good I payed a fortune for them.

Here you go miss." the guy said giving us our tickets and backstage passes. I examined the tickets for a good minute or two.

"Well, where are our seats?" Sara asked impatiently.

"Your not going to like this," I told her trying to hold in my laugh.

"Really," she looked so disappointed. I'm so evil haha.

"Well our seats are in the front row," I tell her. I see her face light up and all the money is worth it.

"You got front row seats and you expect you and me to control her by ourselves. ARE YOU INSANE WOMAN?" Courtney ace palmed herself and I laughed.

"She won't do anything crazy because whatever she does the boys will be able to see her."

*SKIP TO THE END OF THE CONCERT*

THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL.

The last line of the last song of the concert. I swear I have hearing damage now. When I was buying the tickets I had no idea what I was in for. Their fans are insanely crazy, but Sara likes to call them 'dedicated.' Well they sure are loud. Now for the 'fun' part meeting the boys. I'm actually not dreading this as much as I think I should be. I just hope I don't accidentally mess up their names. Courtney and I flipped our hoods up and looked down as the security guard guides us to the boys. Sara on the other hand is flipping out.

"Will you please calm down?" I asked her getting a bit irritated. She gave me the death glare and continued talking.

"Ok so Liam is the buff one with an arrow on his right arm. Louis is the funny/inappropriate one who is dating Eleanor Calder. Harry is the ladies man who has curly dark brown hair. Zayn is the one with black hair with a ZAP! tattoo. And Niall is the blonde hair irish boy." she explained. And all I could think is.... cool cool cool cool irish? I thought they were a British boy band. Whatever.

"You can sit on this couch the boys will come in shortly." The security guard said.

"How many people got to meet them today?" Courtney asked.

"Um you are the last ones." He answered and then walked off to god know where. After a few minutes you could hear the boys come.

"Louis Tomlinson give me it now," I could hear an irish accent say.

"No mate it's mine," I assumed Louis said.

"But i'm hungry," the irish boy said, "just one bite please." I didn't even bother listening to the rest of their conversation. I was just pulling my hood off. I mean I don't think a British boy band would know two American soccer players right? When I look up I see an Irish blonde haired boy chewing a sandwich. He looked up at me and his mouth hung open. Oh shitballs he noticed me.