Let Me Love You

A/N-hey guys!! so this is my first attempt at a One Direction fan fic! eepp!! :O hopefully it will turn out as good as I imagine! anyways, leave comments hit that little button that says, "become a fan"! because that would mean the world to me! so anyways, yeah this part is kind of short but I just want to see what people think and if I should keep going with it so that's why I would love some feedback! so enjoy the story and a picture of the boys on the side! (; Love, Me (:

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Harry’s P.O.V.

The pumping bass. The cheers. The adrenaline rush. The hype. All part of the feeling I get before each show. Sure, I get nervous too. Way nervous. But I always find that one girl in the audience and I pretend I’m singing just for her. Their reaction is priceless. I love watching their faces light up and a smile spread from ear to ear. It makes me feel like I’ve done something good for once in my life.

I take another swig of water and wipe the excess off my lip. By now, I’m hopping from foot to foot, microphone in hand, waiting for the announcer to call us up on stage. I see my best mate, Louis, to my right counting all the stripes on his shirt. I shake my head, he always does that. It helps him get his mind settled before the show. To my left is Zayn. He’s looking in his handheld mirror, sweet talking himself. I smirk, as this is nothing new although it’s quite amusing to watch him sweep back his hair and then wink at himself. We’re not kidding when we say he’s the vain one but we love him anyway. Niall is walking around shoving gummy worms into mouth. When he sees me watching him with raised eyebrows he smiles and waves, a gummy worm hanging out of his mouth. Liam is on the phone having his pep talk with Danielle. I sighed quietly. I wanted someone to give me a pep talk.

I felt a hand pat me on the back. I turned around and saw Louis standing there with a huge smile on his face. There’s hardly a time when he doesn’t smile. “You ready for tonight, Hazza?”

I laughed. Our fans have adapted that nickname that Louis gave me. Liam used to be the only one to call me that but Louis picked it up quickly. “Yeah, Boobear. As ready as I’ll ever be!”

“Sixty seconds boys!” I heard someone yell.

Zayn reluctantly put down his mirror, Liam got off the phone, and Niall shoved one last gummy worm in his mouth before coming over to join us. We huddled around in our traditional   circle and took deep breaths and encouraged each other.

“For CARROOOOOTS!” Louis yelled.

We all burst into laughter, especially Niall. That lad laughs at anything and everything and finds it hilarious. We broke apart and stood in formation, getting ready for the curtain to rise. The screams coming from the fans we’re hysterical now. I smiled to myself, soaking it all in.

“Ladies and gentlemen, One Direction!” they announced.

The screams grew even louder, if that was possible. A laugh burst through my lips as the curtain rose. This was going to be a good show.