*One Year Later*
It had been a year after my life had drastically changed, and for the better. It feels like I'm living in a fairytale, but I'm not waking up. I have an amazing boyfriend, Harry Styles and will be attending my dream college, UCLA in the fall.Honestly this feels like the best life anybody could ever ask for.
"Everybody please stand," the high school principle said over the microphone. I can't believe this was happening, I thought to myself. I was graduating high school and finally moving on with my life. The principle continued rambling on about other things I didn't pay attention to.
"Congratulations class of 2013!" he said again as everybody began to scream and throw they're caps in the air. Everybody's family had started to walk onto the grass field we were standing on.
"Congratulations sweetheart" My dad surprised me from behind, then hugging me tightly," I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks dad," I smiled,"I love you too." Even though he abonded me, he was still my father.
"So let's get out of here and go home?"
"I would, but I already made plans, I'm sorry dad I love you," I hugged him again.
"It's okay, we can go out to eat or something some other time," he kissed my forehead.
"Congrats babe!" I heard a familiar husky voice behind me. I gave him a hug and kissed him as he handed me followers he had bought for me.
"Aw thanks Hazza" I gave him a short kiss on the lips then we were interrupted by a cough.
"Hi Zayn," I smiled as I hugged him.
"Congrats," He said as he gave me a tight squeeze.
"Thank you! So where are the other boys?" I asked looking around for them.
"We felt like we would make a big commotion so they stayed in the car." Harry explained, "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go" I smiled and grabbed Harry's hand. The boys had invited me to their concert that was right after graduation, so why not go and have a little fun.
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We arrived at the venue about fifteen minutes later and girls were screaming like wild. They all shouted the boys names, trying to get noticed by them. The boys stopped for a few pictures and signatures then proceeded to soundcheck.
"Is that Leyla??" I heard some girls whisper behind me as I was watching the boys perform More Than This.
"I think it is!!" Another girl screeched as I heard some jumping behind me. Were they fan girling over me??
"And that's it! Thanks guys for coming! You guys can follow Paul as he will lead you to the Merch store!" Liam instructed as all the girls followed Paul out.
Harry jumped off the stage and headed towards me, "So how'd you like it?"
I kissed him on the cheek, "It was amazing."
We hung out for another half an hour until it was show time. The boys had to get dressed so I was waiting in the room alone when someone knocked on the door and entered.
"We should get you outside, I'll lead you to your seat." One of the boys' bodyguard said to me as he motioned me to go outside.
He led me through the hallway until we reached the doors inside the stadium. The loud noise of girls talking filled the stadium, but when i walked into sight, girls started going crazy.
"Leyla!!!" Girls would scream my name as I was walking towards the center of the concert with Paul.
"They seem to like you, " Paul smiled.
"Yeah, wow." I replied in astonishment. I had no idea why girls would scream for me, I was just a regular girl. I sat down in my seat and waited for the lights to dim down, but that wouldn't be until another fifteen minutes.
"Excuse me," I felt someone tap on my shoulder.
"Yes?" I turned around as I saw two girls standing behind me, a camera in they're hand.
"Is it okay if we get a picture with you??"
"A picture with me?" I asked confused, " I'm not even famous haha"
"But your Harry Styles' girlfriend!" One of the girl beamed at me, anxious for an answer.
I smiled. "Tell you what, when the concert is over I'll get you a group picture with the boys."
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- J
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FanfictionNothing hurts more than knowing the person you love doesn't love you back. Of course it doesn't hurt when the person you love is Harry Styles, who is a teenage pop star sensation, obviously because he will never know you exist. It only starts hurtin...