Today was the day that I actually got to meet the boys that had taken over my life. I had waited almost a year for them to come near me for concert, and this was going to be the best night of my life. June 14th 2012. I can’t believe it’s already here; I’ve been counting down for months. My mom had bought me ultimate VIP passes for the Summer 2012 tour and my friends had gotten them as well.
“Kristen! Come on! We’re going to be late!” my mom called from the garage.
“I’m coming!!” I yelled back as I finished checking my outfit in the mirror.
I was wearing my white shorts and pink tank top that I had made with my friend Darienne that had a “1D” on it in floral fabric. My tank top had a lace back and a pocket in the front. It was almost a crop top, but not enough to look slutty. I grabbed my black toms and ran down stairs to the car.
“Only took forever and a half for you to get ready…” Chloe smirked from the back seat as I climbed in.
“Hey you took a while too!”
We pulled out of the driveway blasting our CD all the way to Oakland.
“Okay you guys I really can’t anymore. We are going to talk to the boys and take a picture and GAAAHHHHH!” Darienne screamed out.
“STAAHHHP!” Me and Chloe yelled, freaking out already.
We pulled up to the paramount theater and we started hyperventilating as we drove into the parking garage.
We got out of the car and practically ran to the venue, dragging my mom behind us. We were around thirty minutes early for the pictures and sound check, but we were ok with waiting.
“You guys. We get to meet them. MEET THEM!” I jumped around, trying not to be annoying but I was so excited and my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
“Okay you guys, it’s about time to start lining up for meet and greets, so please get in line,”
“WOOOH!” some annoying chick screamed and earned glares from everyone.
My whole body was shaking and I couldn’t handle it. I loved them so much.
“Did you guys bring your letters?” I asked the girls nervously.
“Yeah, did you?” Chloe replied as she took hers out of her bag.
“Same,” I grabbed mine and held it tight, remembering what I wrote to Niall James Horan, the boy who had my heart:
“Hey Nialler! Well first off, my name is Kristen and I think you are a beautiful person and I definitely look up to you for your amazing personality! I have been a fan for about a year now and am so glad that I finally get to meet the boys that make me happy no matter what. I’ll try my best to not freak out, I’ll save that for later. The thing I want most is just to have a normal conversation with you, and get to know you. I would love to be friends with you, but I know that’s not possible with you being two years older than me and being on tour all over the world. I can accept the fact that this is probably the only time I will see you, since I’m sure you boys will get larger than you are now by the time you are here again next year. I will support you boys forever and always and just to let you know, I’ll always love you! Love always, Kristen xoxo”
After my name I put my phone number and my twitter username.
“Kristen! We’re up next!” Darienne snapped her fingers in front of my face and my heart began to race again.
“NEXT!” management called out and we squealed and grabbed hands.
“Hello ladies!” The boys greeted us as we went up to them.
