Zayn:
The crowd is great. Maybe one of the best we've had so far. They're so loud and enthusiastic. Best Song Ever is coming close to its end. Everyone's going crazy. My high note is near and I want to concentrate. I see all of the fans in the audiences holding up their iPhones, taking pictures and videos of the boys and I goofing around on stage. Sometimes I wish that they could just have as much as us, and not always videotaping everything. To just dance around with us instead and live in the moment. That would be nice. I look in the crowd as I complete my high note and see a small group of girls, maybe three or four, all in little huddle, jumping around and having fun. One in particular catches my eye, her smile is so genuine, I can almost hear her laugh ringing in my head. She twirls her friend and her friend spins her in return. They dance and hop to the music, and when the song is over, when everyone else is screaming, the girl simply waves to me. I wave back, and she flashes me the biggest smile I've seen all night. For the rest of the concert I continuously glance at her, and each time I look she smiles. No screaming, just smiling and waving. Her friends notice and they start freaking out and jumping around. The girl seems to be trying to calm them down. Once again, she gives me a smirk. She seems so relaxed, chilled out, I know I wouldn't regret getting to know her more, and I hope one day I will.
Niall:
We are just beginning Little Things at our concert, and I strum at my guitar. I know this by heart; I could play it in my sleep. It's just something I could never forget. No matter what happens to my microphone, if the sound is cut off, I do my best to keep going. This song is for all those girls who think that their imperfections are bad and that they can't be loved, but we want them to know that those things are what makes us love them even more. Each and every fan. I look out at the crowd. There are so many screaming faces, all beautiful, with their phones held high to capture the performance. Hands are waving in the air, left to right and again and again. My eyes scan across the front few rows and I see a girl off to the right. She's looking right at me, and our eyes meet. Hers are sparkling, is she crying? It is a somewhat emotional song. I still hope not. I keep looking deeply into her eyes and I see that she is not upset, she's amazed. She suddenly realizes that I may be looking at her, so she looks around herself and sees that everyone else is looking at Liam, who is currently singing his solo. I smile at her, and she smiles back. She doesn't stop looking at me, so when my solo arrives, I sing it to her. I look her way the entire time and, by the end of the song, I know that she could be the special directioner I've been looking for.
Louis:
The lads and I are goofing around in between songs as usual at a concert. For some reason, the crowd loves it. They laugh at everything, even Harry's worst jokes. He's just finishing up his "Lil Old Lady Who" joke, and the crowd once again goes wild. I look at the audience and attempt to read some of the signs. Most are the old "I love you" or "Louis I'll give you a carrot". They're all getting old, to be honest. Not very interactive, all the same. Just as I'm about to stop reading posters, I see one that is more interesting. It's bright yellow with many small drawings that look good, though I can't really see all I'd them. The words, cut out of construction paper, read, "Louis Moo if you love me. I know you want to" and a large cow was drawn next to it. Of course, I have to. It's the best poster I've seen all night and the girl holding the poster, who I must admit looks quite nice, sees me looking and smiled. She has one of the warmest smiles I've ever seen. Her eyes light up and everything about her looks fun-loving. I give her a smirk in return and let out a nice big "mooo". The crowd erupts into hysterics and the girl jumps up and down. The boys looked at me in confusion and I point to the girl with the poster. They nudge me and start teasing me about it. Of course I had to moo, I couldn't help it and it made the girl's day. I wish I could see her later, see what she was thinking. Because I won't stop thinking about her.
Liam:
The concert comes to a close. The boys and I wave to the crowd and walk off the stage. From the wings I can see the audience get ready to leave. Hundreds and hundreds of girls stampede out of the arena, hoping to get a spot by our bus to see us for the last time today. Within ten minutes nearly everyone is out. Nearly, I said, because there is a pair of girls still standing there talking to each other. I can just barely hear what they are saying, but they are arguing, so that allows me to hear better. "We have to go now, Y/N!" one says. I peer at the other to see her reaction. She is beautiful, her hair clumsily, but at the same time prettily, arranged, framing her adorable, kind face. "But we have to help, just a little" she replies. "People have jobs to clean this place, Y/N. It's not your job." "Wouldn't it be nice, just to help a little? Look at the mess! We could at least pick up the posters they left." "Do whatever you want, I'll be waiting in the car." The girl leaves and Y/N, I believe, starts picking up the trash. Within a few minutes, the area around her is cleaner and her phone rings. "I'll be right out" she says into the phone, and she's running toward the exit, leaving me standing in the wings, in awe of how beautiful and kind she is. "That's the kind of girl I want" I say to myself as I step out of the wings, back into the stage.
Harry:
The boys and I are just about to perform our cover of One Way Or Another. The opening guitarist plays and I'm starting to sing. I look into the crowd and see everyone jumping to the beat. Zayn takes over singing, and so on. I look back into the crowd and see a small boy, age six, maybe, with a girl, probably his older sister. He is jumping around, singing along, the sight is quite adorable. His sister is trying to keep him contained, in the process having fun. She's laughing as she keeps him confined to only the front of that aisle so he doesn't get lost in the massive crowd. She takes his hands and makes him dance like a puppet. In the middle of the song, he is hoisted onto her hip and she rocks him around there. The boy turns to me and waves both of his hands. Still singing, I take both of my hands off my microphone stand and wave back at him, giving the biggest smile I can to make him laugh. We don't get many young boy fans, so when we do it's special. His sister smiles and sets him down on the floor, holding his hand. I wave at her, flashing her a cheeky smile. She is so beautiful, her hair is messy from her brother's arms around her neck. I notice her dimples as she smiles back at me, waving. I'd really like to spend time with her. If I have to, I'd tell her to bring her brother along to hang out, just so I could be with her.
