Pieces // H.S

Chapter 1: Jane

Authors Note: This is my first fan fiction, so it's a little rough around the edges. I hope you like the first chapter, and please feel free to comment :) The first chapter's a little slow, but I will improve it soon. 

Dedicated to @TheFangirlLife for being one of the first people to comment :)

1.Jane

I sat on the bench slightly away from the screaming crowd. People filled every space of air left near the flimsy barrier, that seemed to be the only protection for the megastars that were going to ‘grace the presence’ of the huge stadium stage in Paris, later today. I had been dragged along to this concert, unwillingly, by my friend Felicity. I mean, it wasn’t that I couldn’t sympathise with her: going to a concert in a foreign country all by yourself was understandably a worrying thought, but why on earth did she have to bring me along. This was exactly the situation I hated being in, a huge crowd of hormone fuelled teens screaming over five apparently ‘attractive’ boys. Many girls would sell their soul for my ticket, but Felicity chose me to come with her, so I could at least keep her company. Many girls wore their best clothes just for the hope that one band member of the teenage boy band would catch a glimpse of them and rush them off their feet. I on the other hand wore clothes that made me look boring but at least, unlike the other girls, I was comfortable. Masses of fans were obsessed with this fantasy that one day they would be the future ‘Mrs’ of the boys. The chance of a lasting relationship with a band member was five in how many millions of fans they have, but the hope kept their hearts beating (and their money in the band’s entourage’s pockets). Anyway my thoughts were running wild. Whispers spread like wildfire that the millionaire-teenage-megastars were only fifteen minutes away

On the train journey across the channel, Felicity printed off some pieces of paper with a profile picture and all the necessary information I would need to blend in with the crowd of misguided teenage girls that called themselves ‘Directioners’ (which apparently is a derivative on the band’s name One Direction). I glanced at the heavily photo-shopped faces of the band members. Zayn Malik (the bad boy), Liam Payne (the sensible one), Niall Horan (the Irish one),  Louis Tomlinson (the funny one) and Harry Styles (the Posh one) were the billionaire ‘heart-throbs’ that stole the love, affection and money of teenagers like me. The profiles listed things like likes and dislikes, celebrity friends, songs, lyrics, quotes, relationship availability, style, birthday, nicknames, and just about everything known to the fan base about the lives of these what appeared to be boys just out of their childhood (she had, crucially, missed out everything about their music, though). They had over 17 million followers just on twitter. Felicity told me to watch my words around the fans; they would fiercely defend their idols with their lives, one negative comment could land me in A and E.

Two large ‘four-by-four’s’ pulled up between the security cars which I assumed held the boy band. Might as well make the most of this trip, I said to myself, so I stood up on the bench to get a glimpse from above of the boys. Zayn lead the group out dressed in a casual grey hoodie, that was heavily branded, and a blue gilet with grey-ish blue trousers. He was followed by Louis who was wearing a boat neck with colourful stripes and vibrantly coloured shoes and bright trousers, (he reminded me of my Cousin when he was a sailor in a school play). Liam and Niall got out of the back together, they seemed to be discussing something or arguing. They were dressed like any other teenage boy from the local sixth form college. Girls screamed their heads off in a crazy manner jumping and waving banners and posters saying things like ‘Marry me Liam!’ and  ‘The future Mrs Horan’ and such like in a variety of languages such as Spanish and German, even Korean. After a short while, Harry followed them, at a slower pace. He was dressed as if he came from one of the private schools nearby my school, in upmarket leather shoes, flowery shirt and skinny chinos that my dad had always looked and laughed at in the department stores. I think all the fans sensed a tension between the band with Harry and Zayn clearly fallen out with Louis siding with Zayn and Liam and Niall arguing the situation out. Felicity later told me that this was unusual because Louis and Harry were very close and were in a so-called ‘bromance’.

The band and security said they weren’t signing anything until after the concert but a few fans managed to get a few words with the band. I went to join Felicity in the crowd as people were beginning to be ushered in by large security guards. She gripped my hand tightly so we wouldn’t be separated in the stampede.

We had great seats, which was a shame because they were wasted on me, but I sat tight for Felicity. Loudspeakers boomed “ARE YOU READY?” Everyone cheered excitedly, hurting my ears. There was some chatting coming from backstage, saying things like ‘I don’t think they're ready, Harry. Can you hear them?’ ‘No, I can’t. Paris, ARE YOU READY?!!!’ Another loud scream came.

** COMING SOON: Chapter 2: Harry's POV**

Don't worry the story will get more interesting... I promise ;)