Being Told You're Beautiful

The Cheese-Thief in the Bathroom is a very real potential threat, you know.

So I'm at the gym, and cycling, so I thought I'd write a bit, because I'm a dedicated onion ;) it's been a while since I started this. All I will say is, I don't like exams. Especially important national ones.

Dedicated to @dramamusicdance because I cannot live without this girl, and I would trust her with my life. And she is the cats pyjamas. Seriously.

-I only own Hane, Amy and Lily, no copyright infringement intended of any existing stories, books or people.

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*2 weeks later - the day of the concert*

Hane's POV

"So get out, get out, get out of my head, and fall into my arms instead..."

I groaned. I could do with another few hours of sleep. Everything was draining it out of me. Between school, being excited for the One Direction concert, rehearsals for the three shows I was in, being exited for the One Direction concert, practicing for my piano exam, being excited for the One Direction concert and reading all my favourite fanfictions on Wattpad, I hasn't really had much time to relax.

I stumbled out of bed, to check the date, bleary eyed. I didnt have my glasses on.

So I stubbed my toe on the corner of my bed.

Normally I wear contact lenses. Mine are quite strong. But I'm not complaining, I quite like being able to choose whether to see the world. It's not as if I know any different. As i crouched closer to my calendar, the dates gradually focused.

It was the 12th April. Now, why did that ring a bell? Oh yes, music NAB, something else was written in the cramped box designated for plans .. HOLY MOTHER OF MUSHROOMS THE CONCERT IS TONIIIIIGHT! My mind screamed at me. Suddenly I was very wide awake.

School was a blur. English whizzed by, close reading practice for our exam in a few weeks time. Art was a flurry of panicked activity, we were almost at the deadline to hand in our folios. And music was, well, music. Hard but somehow I still managed to enjoy the exam. Weird.

And finally it was the end of the day. We get half days on a Friday. It's the bees knees. Makes your weekend seem extra long.

But, unfortunately for me, I was returning home to a mountain of homework. That was my mum's condition for allowing me to go the concert so close to exam time - I had to work extra hard at every chance I got. But I knew it would be worth it. And it was with that thought I resigned myself to the dining room table, books spread out around me, cheese bagel in one hand and a big glass of strawberry and banana smoothie in the other. I was going to crack this English once and for all.

*Niall's POV*

It was a whistle stop tour this one. We had already been to Glasgow the month earlier, but the only extra date we could get was tonight. The 12th April. And it was raining. Only in Scotland would it rain this much.

We were locked inside the hotel, the fans already outside screaming their throats raw. Yes, they are extremely dedicated. Yes, we owe our success to them, and are extremely grateful and love them all dearly. But, really, sometimes we just want to be able to go grab a bite to eat and chill without a stampede erupting in the street.

I was sharing a room with Liam and Zayn. It was small but spacious, if that makes sense. Three single beds, a huge tv and a power shower. We were happy. And there was complimentary shortbread. I wasn't a fan of Scotland, or it's stereotypical food, but hey, it was free food. (Life tip - never pass on the splendid opportunity that is being freely offered food.)

I wandered away from the window being constantly battered by the rain over to the desk. I think Liam was doing a twitcam. He had on some music. Don't ask me what it was, all I know was that it had a good beat to it. So I started with the crazy ass dance moves behind him, hiding between the beds whenever he was told to look behind him by the viewers.

*Hane's POV again*

"Hey guys, come see this!" Amy was fiddling around on her laptop that she had brought along with her to keep us up to date on the latest pre-concert news. She had opened up a twitcam. I'd never caught one live before. Sure, I'd seen clips on YouTube but seeing as I was always on my iPod and never the computer I never got the chance to see one. Curiosity burned in the back if my mind as I approached her compact MacBook. And I burst out laughing. For there, in front of me was none other than a gorgeous blonde Irish dude dancing around madly behind an oblivious Liam.

Lily sniffed disapprovingly. "He's not meant to be the crazy one. He's meant to be the lazy, cute one. Louis is the only one that can pull off the hilarious character successfully" she whined. I mentally cursed her to oblivion for being mean to someone she had never even met, yet alone deserved it. But did I have the confidence, the self-assurance to say that to her? The girl who was once one of my best friends, but who would be soon rocketed off the list if she continued treating all of us like she ruled us, as she had the past few weeks.

In reality, I told her to 'sssh'. Yes. Sssh. It's still legit, okay?!

I was still so entranced by the comical scenes in front of me that I didn't realise the time. I was jerked back to reality by the glorious Amy, who attracted my attention by yelling "HANE SOMEONE JUST STOLE ALL THE CHEESE OUT YOUR FRIDGE AND RAN INTO YOUR BATHROOM". I was rather annoyed at her for several seconds by making me have a panic attack, before cautiously venturing into my bathroom to check. There was no cheese thief there, thank goodness. And with that, we began to get ready for the concert, chatting excitedly.

Our outfits varied extensively, depending on our styles.

Having been to the venue before, I was relying on past experience of reliable concert gear. I was wearing my trusty beaten up Converse, lyrics scrawled all over them in my reliable Sharpie. Then, the knee high brown ribbed socks. Then the faded black flowery dress. Then the denim jacket. My black rose earrings. I let my hair flow loose in its natural curls. My hands were covered in intricate designs of my feelings. Then the necklace. My special necklace. You know how some people have a collage of things collected from a good day? Well, that's what this necklace is. It's been through a lot. My wearing of it was met with some disapproval by Lily. She said, that my outfit was "different". But i wasn't going to change.

Amy said it reflected me entirely, and that I looked stunning. Have I mentioned how much I love that girl?

Amy was wearing her denim shorts and a strappy nautical top, displaying her amazing, athletic figure. She had on white pumps and a brightly coloured cardigan, and with her sleek hair naturally straight, she looked altogether like she had just stepped out of a fashion catalogue.

Life just isn't fair.

Lily was full out. Skyscraper heels, a short dress and puffy, back combed hair. Still not as much volume as me though, the voluminous hair was MINE.

... Not that I'm possessive at all.

And with that, we switched off the laptop and clambered into my Dad's car, after triple checking we had the tickets. Let's just say, I was more excited than a bee is when he enters the tropical greenhouse in a garden centre.

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Sorry if it's slow moving, we'll get them to meet soon, I know for sure!

I tried my best to make it longer for you as well - I will try and upload next week sometime, maybe even sooner if I get a few comments and votes?

~ LRD. Follow me on Twitter - @hfishaay? Just tell me you read this and I'll love you forever and follow you back? And even tell the radishes to talk to you. Oh yeah, I've got the power ;)

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