Wishes come true

I sat still on my queen bed with a painful knot in my stomach. this whole week I wasn't feeling well and I just wanted this little bit if hope cause all my light was fading.

So I picked up my phone and sent Tasha the text.

TEXT

Ash: do you think harry will even look for me?

My best friend had been talking to the bands for months now. I had even talked to harry a bit and I actually thought I'd been talking to Niall but I guess that's just harry for yah.

Then later after I had left her home she had been talking to harry and she said I quote he said "she's hot as hell" and "damn fine". I had joked bout it before but I never thought it would happen. but then he started asking her to send pics of me and of course she did cause I love him. He's my hero.

So I sat waiting in my room for her to reply. Then my phone lit up.

Tasha: yes but we talked and he said he would only want to be friends and hang out he's not looking for a relationship...

My heart sank. fuck I should've known for gods sake why'd I have to be so stupid.

Ash: figured.

Tasha: it's not his fault.

I sighed shaking, the pain starting to lead to my head.

Ash: Never said it was.

Was my only reply, then I shut off my phone. I felt like I been smacked and I was already having a bad day. I had a fall out with a friend and Tasha already seemed pissed at me, my grandparents I was staying with for a bit were rude and mean and I was getting sick and tired of it.

I only had a few more months till my life changed at the concert but you know now it wasn't looking that way.

I laid back into the pillows as the feeling of hurt washed over me over and over again. I just couldn't even cry I was getting so used to it. Getting hurt all the time.

Exhaustion finally took over and I was taken away into sleep.

(The present)

I wore a great big smile on face staring at the boys being dorks on stage. I could hardly believe I was in this great big arena dancing and singing with the boys live in the front row might I add.

I had gotten super close to all the boys the past few months. Well as close as someone like me would allow. I was scared for when or if, Harry ever spotted me. I mean who wouldn't be. He probably wouldn't even be interested any way. I remembered the last time I was let down and shook my head.

I looked down at my ripped black skinnies, black converse, and long sleeved black and neon purple "fallen angels" hoodie. I was probably the only one there wearing such things on a September night in L.A. And let's not forget the black and purple knitted beanie on my head. My fish tail braided, mid-back curly hair stood out even with the beanie snug on my head.

When I had left the house feeling great, I came here to see all the beautiful fans and felt dull in comparison. I knew I didn't belong here but I had to watch them even if nothing would happen.

So I stood jumping in the crowd singing and dancing along to 'Little White Lies'.

When they finished the whole crowed erupted into screams and claps, me being the few 100 that just clapped and smiled.

They did some of their own goofy things before the intro to 'Diana' started.(i haven't been to one of their concerts users so idk if this even happens but it does in my story)