Stand Up

There is a link in the comments...that is what the girl is wearing :D

M'kay, so I know it's short...but it'll get longer as it goes on, I promise!!!! This is just the beginning...

I was currently standing at the head of a crowd, right at the red rope of the barrier. I wasn’t alone; my best friend was right beside me, chanting “Omigod, omigod, omigod” over and over again. I was kind of disgusted—the people we were waiting for hadn’t even arrived, and there were crying girls, fainting ones, screaming ones, etc. The only reason I was here at all, instead of at home watching TV was because of my school work. I had to ask Niall Horan a couple of questions for a project I was doing…no, really. I am a fan of One Direction, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t see any point in acting like a crazy fan girl…on the outside. Yes, on the inside I was screaming so loud I could barely hear myself think, but I kept my composure.                

Suddenly, the noise shot up until it was deafening. I winced, regretting the fact that my hands were full—I really would’ve liked to cover my ears. But it was a kind of signal—One Direction has arrived.

I saw Liam first, waving and smiling at the fans, and then there was Louis, laughing as he strode down the red carpet. Zayn came next, shooting the girls his famously sexy smile, and stopping occasionally to take a picture with one of the girls. My breath caught in my lungs as Harry walked behind them, smiling and signing autographs. He was so adorable…but Niall came into view, looking as cute as ever. He was tired, you could tell—there were bags under his eyes and his smile seemed a bit forced. Harry looked at me and grinned, and I flashed a distracted smile back at him, moving my hair away from my face.

Niall came closer, and I called out, “Niall! Can I ask you some questions, please? It’s really important!” he nodded and came straight up to the red barrier.

“Have you started cussing less since you became a part of One Direction?” his head jerked up and raised a brow. But instead of saying something about my question, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly. I realized it was the first time he’d looked at me—I couldn’t help wondering what I had on my face. I had been waiting to eat until after this...

“Can you…can you come with me?” he asked, leaning close to me.

I could feel both my brows rising up my forehead.

“Um…what?”

He shook his head fast, as though trying to clear it. 

"Just...come with me?"

I felt something jab me in the side, and I looked over to see my friend glaring at me. It wasn’t her envious glare, more like her ‘you’re so stupid’ look.

“Go with him.” She hissed, jerking her head not so subtly at Niall, who watched me with a rapt gaze.

“Um, but the rope is in the—“

Niall jerked the rope up, gesturing for me to go under. I shrugged, and bent under it. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me along with him…and it was then that I started thinking that maybe I should’ve worn something…less casual. At the moment, I was following Niall in my baggiest gray sweats, a dark blue tank-top, and my ‘denim’ converse. My hair was doing its own thing, bangs not at all straight. Fortunately, I had a rubber band, and I put my hair up into a sloppy pony tail, vowing to fix it once Niall was done dragging me where ever we were going. Everyone here was staring. I could feel the glares burning holes into my already raggedy clothing.

“Niall?” I said, trying to get his attention.

Really, all I wanted was my questions answered. I was supposed to go home after this and have a pizza and coke while watching Friends with Benefits for the fiftieth time. From the way this was going, it didn’t look like that was going to happen.