The Style of Stealing My Heart

Chapter 1

"Lana, do we have everything?" I barked.

"Um, I think so." Lana glanced over at the opened SUV's trunk.

"Posters?"

"Check."

"Glowsticks?"

"Check."

"Tickets?" Please say check.

Lana's eyes widened as she looked into her purse.

"Oh my God." Her face went white.

"No. Nononononononono. NO!" Tears formed in my eyes. She lost the tickets. 

 "You are so gullible, Savannah", Lana cackled as she held up two shiny arena tickets.

"I hate you!" I let Lana have a nice smack in the arm for almost giving me a heart attack.

"Ow, what was that for?" 

"For almost making my heart stop!" 

"Come on, Savannah! One Direction's not going to wait for us!"

That's right. One freaking Direction. Five completely different, flawless boys packaged into a perfect little boyband. We were only hours away from seeing them, live and in person. Somebody please pinch me.

My dad surprised me for my seventeenth birthday by saying that I didn't really deserve anything this year for being such a bad kid. Little did I know he waited right until the One Direction American Tour tickets went on sale and somehow managed to get fifth row seats for cheap. You can imagine the happy streams of tears that flowed down my cheeks when I found them sitting on my bed when I got home from school on my birthday. Let's just I will always listen to my dad no matter what he asks of me.

Calling up Lana was the fun part. All I remember saying was. "LANA, WE GOT TICKETS". Then a whole bunch of screaming followed after I said those words. We live, breathe, and talk One Direction. People at school find it so annoying, but honestly, we could care less. Lana is crazy about Niall, while I find my interest behind the dark brown, curly hair of Harry Styles.

As my hands clench the leathery wheel, I couldn't help but think about seeing Harry's beautiful smile illuminated by  the thousands of lights shining one him.

"You have arrived at your destination", the GPS rang.

The lingering butterflies wandered in my stomach. Lana and I couldn't help but exchange excited glances. We had gotten there a couple hours early to see if we could catch a glimpse of the boys as they entered the arena. 

"Only $20 for parking?! Ridiculous." I exclaimed as I pulled into the parking garage. I don't care, though. This is for my boys. I'll spend an extra twenty on them if I have to. Twenty is a small price to pay for a band who saved my life.

*************************FLASHBACK*****************************

This time, I'm going to do it. I don't want to be here anymore. All people do is treat me like crap. I cradled the pills in my hand. One last look at my laptop, and I'm done.

I snapped open my MacBook. I saw a link to Tumblr I bookmarked a long time ago. I haven't been on Tumblr in like a year. Something just urged me to open it. I clicked on it, longing for my last hope for life. The first picture I saw on my dashboard was of these five boys. 

They're pretty cute. Someone had captioned the picture "One Direction from the X Factor". One Direction? That's a pretty interesting name. Oh my gosh, the guy with the dark hair. The blonde one, oh my. That one looks like Bieber! Haha, and that one definitely looks gay. The curly-haired one. He had something about him that prevented me from taking my eyes off his green ones.