You've Got That One Thing (One Direction Romance)

Why me?

Chapter 2

     The ride to the concert was torture. The girls had One Direction blasting the whole way there. I took my phone out and opened Twitter. 

I tweeted:

@Sam_Anderson: Off to One Direction concert, someone save me! #fml

    Nikki's phone buzzed, as she read the message she turned around to face me. Then she scowled, I guess she saw my tweet. 

     "Really Sam? Why do you have to be such a hater?" Nikki asked. I just glared at her.

     "What do you mean, Nikki?" Sara asked confused. 

     "Sam tweeted some hate about the concert." Nikki replied, anger in her voice. Sara shook her head and turned to look out the window. All of a sudden the girls began screaming and jumping in the seats. 

     "AHH! We're here!" Bri and Ali screamed. I covered my ears and sunk in my seat, rolling my eyes. Oh, I know I'm going to regret going in there, but I had no choice. I unbuckled my seatbelt and slowly crawled out of the car moaning. The girls were way ahead of me, jumping, skipping, and running. 

     "Typical fan girls" I said to myself with a giggle. I soon caught up to them and Sara grabbed my hand and dragged me to the entrance. We were late, thanks to me, but I didn't mind because there was no line to get inside. We grabbed our seats, we were in the 7th row from the stage. I slumped in my seat and put in my earphones, and drowned the screaming fans out. 

     Soon the lights went out and everybody started screaming, I looked up from my iPod and saw that one of the opening acts was on. Everybody was jumping around, dancing and singing along to songs I've never heard of.  I looked over at Bri and whispered to her that I had to use the restroom, she nodded and I got up and left. 

     I still had my iPod in, I wasn't looking where I was going because I was too busy hitting shuffle and watching the songs move across the screen. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. I looked up to see a boy about my age, maybe a little older, asking if I was okay. He helped me up, and thats when I got a good look at him. He had blonde hair, and amazing blue eyes. He looked to be about 5'10 or taller than me at least. 

     "I'm so sorry! I should have been looking where I was going." he appologized. He had the cutest Irish accent.

     "Yeah, you should have..." I said wiping some dust and dirt off my clothes. 

     "I'm Niall" He said quietly. Why was he whispering? 

     "I'm Sam, if you don't mind, I'll be going now." I started walking away when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I turned around and it was him.

     "Do you have any idea who I am?" He asked in confusing. I shook my head no. He looked at me, his eye brows furrowed. His face did look familiar, but I had no idea who he was or where I saw his face earlier. I looked around and my I caught a glimpse at some girls shirt. It was a concert shirt, but Niall was on it. 

     "You're him?" I said pointing to a shirt hanging in one of the gift shops. 

     "Please don't scream!" He said nervously. 

     "Why would I?" I laughed. 

    "Wait, You aren't a crazed fan?" 

    "Ew, no. I hate One Direction." I said with a shiver.

    "Well that's rude. You know I'm standing right in front of you." he said sadly.

   "Oh, right. I'm sorry." so I turned around and said, "Ew,no. I hate One Direction." I giggled. "Now you're not right in front of me." I turned back around to see him try to hold back his laugh.