Another World

Chapter 1

I narrowed my eyes as we pulled up to the Staples Center, the roaring sound of fan girls chanting one direction wasn’t my exact idea of a Saturday morning. Damn the Beatles for opening the doors for British boy bands. I bet all my McDonalds pay check that none of these girls were here for the music, they all wanted to score one with one of the boys from One Direction, just like my good buddy Stephanie wanted to too.

“Oh my god, it’s already full,” she jumped in her seat, reaching around for the poster she had spent hours making, One Direction wouldn’t even take a second glance at. She brushed her brown hair out for what felt like the millionth time during the car ride. She had been talking about the One Direction concert for months now, as it happened to land on her birthday. And her mom trying to subtly get her to shut up bought her two tickets to go see them, and guess who was the lucky girl to go with her, me. Note the sarcasm.

“Aren’t you going to do anything to your hair,” she reached out trying to twist curls into my hair, but as always it fell limp against my head. I glared into her perfectly done smoky eyes that only seemed to emphasize her beautiful clear blue eyes.

“No,” I exhaled. “For starters we aren’t going to be anywhere near where they can see us anyway. And even if we were I could really care less. ”

“You know any other girl at our school would kill to be at a One Direction concert.”

“Then why didn’t you bring one of them,” I snapped opening the car door. “Oh god,” I pressed my palms to my ears. I swear I was going to go deaf.

“They say there is only one step between love and hate,” Stephanie smiled, unrolling her poster.

“Good thing I don’t hate them,” I replied sourly, wrapping an arm around her as we made our way the line of screaming girls. “I don’t plan to die due to a fan girl stampede.”

“Oh Belle you really are something else.” Her eyes glittered. Chuckling we stepped into the line of crying girls all waiting for the one thing I wasn’t looking forward to: One Direction.

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Claustrophobia is the first thing that pops to mind as we took our seats in row 209. Girls had their cameras taking pictures of the darkened stage, by now I couldn’t hear Stephanie gushing out last minute news about what Harley or Harry-whatever his name is- was posting up on twitter.

I pulled my light blue sweater off, it was burning hot in here, I could feel the sweat running down my back and face.

The lights flashed around us and the announcer’s voice yelled, “One Direction!” At the same that everyone started jumping and crying. Stephanie had tears rolling down her face, and her mouth was mouthing the words of a song I didn’t know.

“Make some noise Anaheim,” the boy with brown curly hair said into the microphone. His voice was deep, with the signs of a British accent. There were five of them, I stared shocked. Whenever I listened to their music at Stephanie’s house I always assumed it was only one or two boys.

I pulled my iPod out as soon as they began jumping around and singing, slumping down in my seat I could only hope that sleep would come and save me.

Two hours later and I had my fist in my hand praying someone would kill me. They were finishing their last number, while everyone began chanting ‘One more song, one more song,’ which is really dumb since they have only one album. This why you never put hormonal teenage girls and hot British boys together in a concert, brain cells go out the window.

“We have one more thing to say tonight,” the one with the funny Irish accent began. “We are going to call out a ticket number, and that person will be able to hang out with us backstage after the concert.”

The roars only got louder, Stephanie was jumping up and down like an idiot, I was tempted to record it.

“Number 11023 you are our lucky ticket.”

“Carrots!” yelled Louis into the microphone. Everyone awed and laughed. My heart began beating, I pulled my ticket out, watching Stephanie’s eyes widen as she saw the number 11023.

The girl behind me yelled, “She has the ticket!” I barely had time to lift my hands to protect my face as girls jumped out at me from every direction.

I felt like my hair was being ripped out of my scalp as girls bit, and scratched my arms. A few had managed to punch my stomach. I heard the stomping of feet as the security tried peeling the girls off of me. Strong hands lifted me, and dragged me away as screaming girls still tried to make a dash at me and the stage where One Direction had disappeared from.

“We need more back up,” the security running with me yelled into the big black radio he had. We made it outside, a black limo pulled up, I was thrown into it roughly. The door clicked behind me, and I found myself staring into bluish gray eyes. The boy who had announced the ticket number on stage, he stared at me concerned, his eyebrows knitting together. He looked so cute I felt myself softening a his touch as he traced my cheek.

“That’s a bad bruise,” he grinned patting the seat next to me. “I’m Niall.”

“Camille,” I replied, taking the seat across from him. “Are you Irish?”

He chuckled, pulling a hand through his pale blonde hair. “You bet I am.”

“Are you like a security guard?” I asked, glancing around the limo, it was only me and him.

“I’m Niall from One Direction,” he smiled confused. “I assumed you already knew that.”

I blushed, “Right.”

He clapped his hand together, chuckling. “You are strange, has any one told you that?”

I rolled my eyes, relaxing in my seat. For an international pop star he was a bit too relaxed, where was the cocky attitude, and superior looks?

He held my gaze, before shaking his head and glancing out the tinted windows mumbling something that sounded like, “It’s gotta be you.”