Through the dark--of my bedroom ( a one direction fanfic)

Name: Clara Belle Lipton

Age: 19

Location: London

Eyes: blue

Hair: blonde

Job: Starbucks

Friends: Lucy, Elisabeth. And Ruth

Relationship: it's complicated.

Chapter one

I wake up in the morning with a dopey smile on my face because I know, I know tonight I'm going to go see one direction live in concert. I call up my boss Pam and tell her I'm sick while putting on a fake cough ( so glad I did drama in high school lol) and then call up Lucy, Liz and Ruth so we can all go for a day of pampering to prepare for tonight. I jump in the shower and shave everywhere and I mean everywhere (cause ya never know, am I right ladies?). I decide to wear Aztec leggings and my favourite one direction shirt just for the occasion.

When I meet my friends at the mall they all look just excited as I am. We all head to the day spa so we can get manicures and pedicure and any other essentials. I decided to get red nails while Liz goes for blue, Ruth gets French tip and Lucy gets gold. Once were finished we talk about the boys all the way to the dress shop. All three of my friends are in love with Zayn but my favourite is a tie between Louis and Harry, they're both so dreamy.

I decided on a tight red dress that stops mid thigh which clings to my body just enough to make me look sexy but also not too slutty. When we're finished at the mall it is almost 3pm and we only have two hours to prepare for the concert. We all get back to my place and have McDonalds for dinner before slipping on our dresses and doing our makeup. I choose to wear a deep red lipstick to match my dress and nails, thick black mascara and eyeliner. All the other girls look great too with matching dresses to their nails except for Ruth who bought a 'little black dress' to be funny. I look at my iPhone and gasp at the time.

"Guys we've got to catch the train...like right now!" I scream out of worry.

They all scream as well, grab their purses and run out the door. I sigh as a take a quick look at the messy state of my room and lock the door. We all run for the train(which is only a few blocks down) and pant. We're all wearing heals and Liz nearly falls face first in a gutter when crossing the road. When we get to the station the train is just pulling in and I can see the relief spreading across the girls faces. We made it. The train is a 10 minutes ride and there is an old man sitting across from me. He blows a kiss at me so I cringe and give him the finger. Gross.

The venue for the concert is huge and there are girls everywhere. I see Lucy sprint to the merch table from the corner of my eye and laugh. We have to wait for her and she comes back with two t-shirts, a bag and a drink bottle. We enter the room where all the magic is going to happen and I squeal with excitement. We all bought front row standing and I was determined to make myself noticed by at least one of them. We waited in the loud crowd of horny teenage girls for what seemed like forever until the lights went out and my heart flipped. Lights suddenly flashed on on stage and there they were, one direction, living and breathing. I didn't even realise my mouth was hanging open until Liz pushed it shut. A tune started playing and I knew exactly what they were going to sing. One thing.

I don't exactly know how this happened but I began screaming and singing and loosing control of my emotions. I just couldn't believe I was so close to them. But then I remembered, remember my plan. I opened my purse and grabbed out a dozen piece of paper, pushed myself right to the front of the stage and with a strong arm, threw the papers as far onto the stage as I could. I waited for one of them to pick one up but they didn't, they just kept singing and sadness overwhelmed me. My plan had failed.

I started singing along to the song again and when it finished I felt a little better. The song had cheered me up at least. I was about to move back to my friends when I saw harry pick something up. He picked my paper up. My heart started beating fast and I stared in worry that he might drop it...but he doesn't. He looks down at the paper reads it, pockets it and then looks at me and winks. I nearly faint from disbelief. That piece of paper had my phone number on it.