...But You Don't Notice at All. (One Direction)

Isn't It Ironic?

"Hey, do you want to just go by Kat, or do you want to use your last name?" asked Louis.

"Just by Kat," I said.

"Fifteen minuites and you're on," said Tom to the six of us, "Kat, the boys will introduce you, then you'll perform, then go backstage for the rest of the concert,"

"Sounds good,"'I said giving him a half-hearted thumbs up.

"I'm here!" said Blair scurrying in, "You six," she pointed at us, "line up against the wall,"

"Not the mug-shots again," moaned Zayn.

"Okay, Kat go like this and sweep your hair to one side,". I did what she said, "perfect," she said and applied a few bobby pins to keep it there. "Harry, I changed my mind, I want your jacket unbottoned,"

"Sir yes sir," said Harry giving a solute then unbottoned his jacket.

"Okay, Niall...you're not supposed to be wearing a hoodie, take it off," she said.

"Sorry," he said.

"Zayn, for the fifith concert in a row, I don't want you wearing glasses with that outfit," she sighed.

"But I like being nerdy," he whined.

"Zayn," she sternly.

"Yes, mother," sighed Zayn taking off his nerdy glasses.

"Liam, you're fine," she said walking past Liam, "Louis......your fly's down,".

"Oh," he said, his face was beet red. He pulled the zipper up on his signature red jeans.

Next came a sound boy. "Here are your microphones boys, and the guitar for the lovely lady, your microphone is on stage," he smiled at me.

"Thanks," I smiled back.

"Five minuites untill you're on," said Tom.

"Okay everyone, time for your sweet," said Louis handing out wine gummies to each of the boys. "It's a pre-concert ritual," he said handing me some. We all ate them. Wine gummies aren't nearly as popular in the U.S. but you can still find them. Good thing too since I'm addicted.

"Let's go!" said Niall, practically jumping up and down.

"Is he always like this?" I laughed.

"Pretty much," said Harry. Oh, why does Harry have to talk so much.

~~~~Flashback~~~~

"Boo!" said Harry sneaking up behind me in the hallway. I jumped and hit my head on someone's locker door falling or the ground.

"Oh crap," said Harry reaching to help me up, "are you okay?"

"My head hurts so bad, Harry Styles, I am going to kill you, butterflies," I started falling to the ground again feeling very dizzy. Harry caught me.

"Let's get you to the nurse," he said.

"I'll be right with you," said the nurse when we got into her office. She was on the phone, possible head injury here, no big deal.

"No honey under my purse. No sweatheart you can not borrow twenty bucks. Yes I think you will have to go to school tomorrow..."

"What gives?" I whispered to Harry, "I'm falling to the ground here and she's talking to her kid, puppies," I started to fall again and Harry had to help keep me up.

"Pumpkin, I've got to go, I love you, bye," the nurse finally hung up the phone. "What happened here?" she asked.

"She hit her head up against the lockers," said Harry.