One Direction and Charlie are what have kept me on my feet the past few years. And now I get to meet them, shake their hands, and if I'm lucky, get a hug, or a peck on the cheek.
The place where the signing was at was the local mall in Miami. I waited in line for 3 hours, outside in the beating hot sun before entering the air-conditioned mall. I could faintly hear a sweet british accent over the loudspeaker saying, "It was great meeting you all! Sadly, we have to leave now, but we hope to see you all again tomorrow night at our concert!" Screams ring throughout the mall. I don't let many things get me down, but after I heard that, I felt like crap. I spent 3 frickin hours in the sun to meet them and then I don't get to?! Lame. So I slowly maneuver my way through hordes of girls trying to get a last look at the boys before they go through the back exit. But then I remember something. 2 summers ago, I worked at Lush, and some guys who worked at Hot Topic, would go through a back entrance through the guys bathroom, for a smoke. If I could only get through there, maybe I could see them before they leave. I go in the opposite direction I was originally heading and see the boys bathroom. When I think no one is watching, I check the handle. It's open. I slip through the door, hopefully unnoticed. Spotting the door at the far bathroom wall, I cross my fingers and hope that its unlocked too.
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FanfictionMonet is 17 years old. After her mom and brother died in a devastating car crash 2 years a go, her father goes into depression. He often abuses her, and the only one who knows is Charlie, her best friend. When Monet comes face to face with her brot...
