before you leave [h.s.]

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I went to various stores around the mall but I can't find anything attractive to wear for the boys' concert.

Well but after another 2 hours, I found this really great outfit. A white flowery lace top, light denim shorts, cream-gold bracelets, a long anchor necklace, gold-beaded sandals and a scarlet-pink flower ring.

I went to Starbucks, ordered my regular and went home.

-

"Stacy! Come on, just come with us!" I begged Sam and I's bestfriend Stacy, on the phone with the speaker on.

"But you didn't buy the tickets for me and probably if I go check the VIP tickets online, they will all be sold out." She replied.

"Oh right. I'm sorry. But never mind, I'll ask Sam to bring her camera and she'll film the whole event for you."

"How can I watch it, Jay?"

"She'll just burn a copy from a disc and give it to you, obviously. Have you even ever done that before?"

"I'm sorry. Well you know me, I'm not used to all those things. Anyways, thanks for calling and have fun."

-

After two weeks

I skipped school - yes I'm that bad ass - and headed straight to the airport. I don't want to miss the arrival of my dearest One Direction.

I told my driver go to my destination. The weather seemed lovely and I thanked God for no road traffics.

I brought my camera in full charge in case I might get a glimpse of them arriving. I also bought my Up All Night album and the Dare to Dream autobiography in case their securities will allow them to have autographs signed.

I ran quickly to the arrival area and once I got there, my jaw dropped. There were tons of girls, about 50 of them, already waiting. They were screaming furiously.

I squeezed through the crowd and managed to get to the front. I whipped out my phone from my pockets and poked the app, Twitter. I posted a new tweet.

@JCA_Carter: In the airport waiting for my boys to arrive, One Direction! x

I refreshed my home page to read more updates about One Direction. I kept scrolling when I noticed that I have new mentions. About 50 users retweeted my tweet. To be honest, I'm not taken aback because I already got used to people retweeting my tweets. I have about over a thousand of followers that's why.

After approximately 45 minutes of waiting, there was an announcement.

The boys' plane was arriving in 10 minutes time. I'm like oh my god deep down, and so were the other girls. Some were emotional, some were overly excited and the others were just controlling themselves not to over act because I could see that they were blushing and could not take the announcement anymore. They just want to scream excited.

After those 10 minutes that seemed like forever, we saw Paul. As in PAUL HIGGINS. The moment the girls and I saw it, they started yelling and chanting his name. Some were like "OH MY GOD! WE LOVE YOU PAUL!" He blushed furiously. He started making his way to us and in that moment, I snapped a picture of him. He spoke to us.

"I'm sorry girls but the boys are extremely knackered and jet-lagged due to the long flight. I personally am tired as well. They are really sorry and I hope you all understand the situation. Thank you for waiting and I'm very sorry again. Have a great day girls." He gave us a happy yet tired smile and began walking off.

For me, it was okay. But some girls where like 'WTF?'. Maybe they didn't understand the words 'sorry', 'knackered' and 'jet-lagged'. I was tired standing at the airport all day long so I asked my driver to send me home.

It was really okay for me because tomorrow is their first concert. I shall see them tomorrow.