Make Me Believe.

Chapter 1

I hate "love". Or at least the society's conception of it. 13 year olds crying over a different boy every week ? Boys lying to girls just to get in their pants ? I hate it. I've never been in love. I'm 17 year old and never cried over a guy. Never kissed anyone. Never fell asleep thinking of a special someone. And honestly, I don't really miss it.

My name is Emily. I have dark hair and grey-blue eyes. I live in New Jersey, and I have a bunch of friends. A little sister and a big brother. I live with both of my parents. I'm happy, but not entirely. I'm missing something.

Today is Thursday. One more day to go and it's the weekend, I think. One more month to go and it's the end of the school year. I'm really getting tired of school. I'm on my bed, reading a book, when my phone buzzes. I get up and get it from my desk. My best friend, Eva, just texted me.

"Guess who's coming with me to see One Direction ?"

I roll my eyes. They're the biggest hit right now, and girls allover the world are going crazy for them. They make good music, I know their names and who's who, I even follow them on Twitter. But to be honest I don't really care about them. I can't say the same about Eva, she's a huge fan.

"Santa Claus ? Wait no, Shrek." I type on the touch-screen. I'm always sarcastic and I find it hilarious.

"No, you idiot. You are !!!! :D" She instantly replies.

"Yay, I guess ! When ? :)"

"TOMORROW NIGHT !"

"Wow. That's good news !"

"You're telling me. TTYL :) x"

I put my phone down, and get up to take a look at my closet. I don't know what I'll be wearing, and to be honest, it's not like it matters. It's gonna be pitch-black in there. I close it and decide I'll choose tomorrow.

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"EMILYYYYYYY"

Oh my god. Why. I was just taking my books from my locker. What's wrong in taking my books from my locker ? Why did she have to scream that in my ear ?

"Eva, it's not really nice to yell in someone's ears. Actually it's very harsh." I say calmly.

I turn my head to look at her. She's looking at me, her hand on her waist, offended. She's smaller than me. Her blond hair, usually curly, is straightened. She's wearing a pink top and beige pants. Pink flats and nails. Beige bag. Make up. She's such a fashionista. I'm wearing black skinny jeans, a white tank top, and red Vans. I put my hair in a ponytail, and I wore my RayBans reading glasses - I'm blind without them - and a brown bag. I don't really like to be noticed at school.

I don't like to be noticed at all.

"Uhm, I'm sorry, but today we get to meet ONE DIRECTION. I have the right to fangirl, don't I ?" I could swear her face lit up when she said One Direction.

"Sure, just not in my ears", I reply, winking at her.

We begin to walk to our class.

"Plus", I continue, "We're not really meeting them. We'll just be in the same room as them while they sing."

"Uh, Em" she says.

I ignore her and keep on talking. "There'll be at least a thousand of screaming girls. They won't notice us. That's not really meeting them"

"Em" she interrupts me. "I got VIP tickets !"

I don't immediately react. That means we're meeting them backstage. And they'll talk to us. Face to face. What ? But I don't care. They're just five boys. I see boys everyday. The only change is that... they're famous. Where's the big deal ?

"But... What the hell? I don't know what to tell them !" I complain.

"You're going to meet the five most handsome boys in the entire world" Eva starts. "And you're whining ! You can think of something, you're Smarty Pants."

Ugh. That nickname. Just because I wear glasses. I have lenses, though. I just don't wear them everyday.

I pout a little, and she chuckles. We enter our class. We have maths. I hate the teacher ! As I walk to my place, I high-five Jake, a friend of mine.

"What's up ?" he says, looking at me with his deep brown eyes. How I wish I had brown eyes !

"Going to a concert later" I reply, yawning. I hate myself for sleeping late ! "You ?"

"I'll just hang out with some friends" he smiles.

I sit, and the teacher comes in. And he starts talking about stuff I'll learn a week before the test.

I don't listen. And it's like that for the rest of the day. I can't focus, all I can think about is what I'm gonna say to One Direction. But why do I care ? It'll come when I see them.

My last class is History, and painfully, Eva isn't with me. She has English right now.

When the bell strikes, I can barely contain my excitement. I get up as fast as I can, take my bag and go outside.

As I wait for Jake, my ride every friday, I look around me. I can hear girls talking behind me.

One Direction. Gossips. I hate my parents. I need a new phone ! Boys. One Direction. "Love". Boyfriends. One Direction.

It's all they can talk about? God, how I hate my generation. I'm getting really irritated and couldn't stand another minute listening to these little girls, dressed like sluts, talk about what they think is love. Jake arrives in that exact moment. He drives me home.

"Thank you." I say.

"Anything for you, Emmy."

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I told my parents I'd be at a concert. Now all I have to do, is find what I'll be wearing. My entire closet is on my bed, and I'm looking at it, chewing on my nails. After a while, I decide to call Eva. She'll help me.

Five minutes later, she's at my door. She's ready for the concert. Grey sweater with the red and white '1D' logo on it, and red shorts. White ballerinas and hair-bow. She didn't put a lot of make-up on, as I expected her to. She looks great.

"I know exactly what you should wear." She says, searching through my stuff. "Where's that black floral skirt of yours?"

I point it. She takes the white tank top I was wearing this morning.

"Where do you put your jewelry ?"

"Here" I say, opening a drawer.

She gets my heart necklace. The chain is long, and the heart is huge. Very noticeable...

"I decide for the shoes !" I say quickly. I don't want to end up at a concert with high heels.

I get my white Toms, and change in the bathroom. I look... Cute. But not me. Whatever. Tonight I'm meeting One Direction, so I might as well look good. [Emily's outfit on the sidebar]

When I get out, Eva tells me to sit in front of my mirror. I hesitate.

"Just don't make me look like a clown." I finally say as I sit down.

"Promise." She says, grinning.

She straightens my hair. Traces my eyes with eyeliner and mascara, and my mouth with cherry lipstick. I must admit, she did a great job. I look great. By the time she finishes, it's already time to go.

I grab my black purse, and we leave.

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HEY GUYS ! This is a new story.

Idk if anyone even is going to read this. Tbh i just wrote it cause I felt like it. So please comment and vote - I wanna know what you guys think.

Loveeee,

Amira <3