Maybe It Was Fate?

Maybe It Was Fate? Chapter 2.

Maybe it was fate.

Chapter 2

{Where Can Broken Heels Lead You?}

Emma’s POV

We arrived at the O2 and just stood staring outside, in awe that One Direction were inside that arena somewhere and in less than two hours they would be standing on stage in front of us, doing what they do, singing and stealing hearts of every teenage girl around them.

“We’re here.” Georgie said, breaking the silence as we just stood in the freezing cold.

“Yup.” Esmé replied, none of us looking anywhere but at the arena.

“They’re…” I started. “They’re in…” I stuttered slightly, whilst I shivered from the cold air. 

“They’re in there.”

“Oh my god.” Nicole said no tone in her voice. “NIALL IS IN THERE!” She screamed, jumping up and down as people around us started to look and stare.

“I KNOW!” I screamed too, jumping up and down as well, not able to hold my excitement in any longer.

“We need a picture!” Suzie exclaimed, turning round and grabbing the first stranger she could see. “Excuse me, excuse me! Could you possibly take a picture of me and my friends?” The man nodded, taking the camera as all 5 of us lined up outside the arena.

“Say ‘cheese’!” The man said, he sounded French.

“Cheese!” We all exclaimed, our arms round each other. 

“Thank you!” Suzie said, taking the camera from him and looking at it. “Yay!” She shouted, showing us all.

We made our way into the arena, running straight to the merchandise section.

“Could I have a program, a hoody, a wristband, a-” Esmé said, picking out almost everything available.

“God Es, do you even have enough money for all of this?” Nicole interrupted, crossing her arms as we all waited in the queue.

“Shut up Nicole!” She replied. “And that poster please. Oh yeah and the tour top.” We all rolled our eyes, laughing at her. 

“What?” She asked, turning round to face us.

“That’ll be £60 please.” The man behind the counter announced.

“£60? Are you serious?” Esmé asked, with a surprised tone.

“Yeah, for all of that.” The young man replied. Esmé pulled out the correct change for the man handing it over.

“Well, it’s worth it.” She said, as the man gave her an odd look.

In turn all of us bought merchandise from the stall, I bought the same as Esmé, paying the money as the man gave me an odd look like he did with Esmé. We started walking to where we handed our tickets over to find the correct entrance.

“If you have any bottles, you have to take the cap off.” The woman replied with a boring tone of voice.

“What the hell? Why?!” Suzie asked, giving the woman a confused expression, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Because you might chuck the bottle caps at the contestants.” She replied.

“Well, I can inform you now, I won’t be chucking anything at them, only carrots.”

“You need to pass them over ma’am. Health and safety issue.”

“I was joking! You’re obviously not a Directioner are you?”