My Life: featuring One Direction

The Concert

~Shana's P.O.V. ~

"Omigod, were going to meet them in a few seconds!!!" Says Jenna excitedly. I wish she didn't convince me to come in to this thing, I would be happier going to Timmies for a latte. But NOO, I have to come and meet the guys that have been the sources of my headaches for the last year. I can only listen to What Makes You Beautiful so many times before it got annoying.

"Why me." I mutter to myself and Jenna looks at me like I'm crazy. All of a sudden she squeals, and there they are. She starts to go over to them, but turns and comes back to me.

"Shana, please come with me, I'm scared to go alone." Jenna says pleadingly, and I know she's not joking about being scared, because she looks like she's about to pee her pants! I sigh and turn to follow her.

"You owe me big time kid." I say unhappily as we get into the line to meet them.

Five minutes later were close enough to touch them, not that I would want to... I look at my sister, and she's so excited, she's vibrating. "You look like a phone on vibrate!" I say to her while face palming myself. Someone laughs and I look up. Louis Tomlinson is standing in front of me and a very embarrassed Jenna.

"Hey, how are you?" He asks me kindly.

"I could be better, considering I could have been at Tim Horton’s now, drinking a delicious latte." I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Tim Horton’s...?" Louis asks in confusion. My jaw drops.

"You haven't heard of Timmies?!" I say in shock.

"Uh, no? Should I?" He says shyly.

"Well you should go there while you're still in Canada!" I. Am. Dumbstruck.

"Ok, I'll look it up later!" He replies. "So, I get the feeling you’re not a crazed fan, so why are you here?"

"No, I'm not a fan, but my sister got tickets, and, unfortunately for me, she's very convincing..." I yawn and pull out my phone, looking for a cheap place to eat near here. I need a reward for doing this.

"What are you doing? Asks Louis as he tries to see what's on the screen of my phone, but I quickly jerk it away from him.

"None of your business, stalker! I stick my tongue out at him, feeling childish, but who cares! It's not like I'll see him again! "And shouldn't don't you have all your other fan girls to go talk to?"

"FINE, mother." He sighs in exaggeration and turns to some blonde girl, looking displeased as she screams and jumps up and down, Jenna style. Wait... Where is Jenna...?! I look around franticly until I see her talking to Harry styles. I rush over there and give her my best evil eye.

"Jenna Johnston! What were you thinking, leaving like that?! I was so worried!" I scold her, and Harry starts chuckling behind me. "Shut up, Styles!" I say angrily, and he quiets up pretty quick. I turn back to Jenna.

"God, I'm sorry, but it was pretty boring, watching you and Louis flirting, so I decided to go somewhere else." She says rolling her eyes.

"Shut. Up." I say through gritted teeth, with my face turning as red as a tomato, "We weren't flirting at all!"

"Based on the looks he keeps giving you, I think you're lying!" Laughs Harry. I quickly look behind me, and sure enough, he does seem to be looking right at me, but quickly blushes and looks away. What the heck is happening?!

"Stalker..." I mutter and look back at Harry. "He was wondering why I came to this thing, since I don't like your music... No offense."

"Shut up!" A very red faced Jenna elbows me, and Harry laughs.

"Well, anyway, I'm going to go do some important big sister work, and I'll be right over there if you need me." I say pointing to a deserted corner. "And remember; don't go running off without telling me again!" I leave the two and sit down in the corner sighing happily. Now I can go on my phone in peace.

~Jenna's P.O.V. ~

"So who was that, Jenna?" Asks Harry, who is still laughing to himself.

"My twenty one year old sister, Shana." I say rolling my eyes. "She’s not the most social person, sorry."

"Well she certainly is with Louis!" Harry says smiling. Harry is too cute for his own good. I feel like we've been friends forever, like we were meant to be together. And not just because he's famous. I suddenly feel self conscious, and decide I should probably fix my makeup.

"Well, I'm not so sure about that..." I say thoughtfully. "And I'm going to go to the washroom be right back." he nods and I turn and shuffle out of the room in embarrassment. I feel so stupid. I walk into the washroom in shame, and look at my face in the mirror. I look... Fake. I feel like everything I have ever done since the accident, has all been a big. Fat. Lie. I ditched my sister, my only family, to be a faker. I forced her to come here. We shouldn't have come. In fact, I'm going home. This whole thing has been a lie. Those guys don't care about us fans, their only getting paid to act like it. I'm about to leave when I turn around and wash all the makeup of my face.

Thirty seconds later, I exit the washroom and run right into someone. "I'm sorry, mind is somewhere else." I say apologetically.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Asks a painfully familiar voice. I look up at Harry Styles.

"I'm leaving Harry." I say determinedly, and he looks confused. "I can't stand the falseness of this whole thing. You guy all pretending to like us, while you actually couldn't care less."

"But I'm not pretending..." Harry says in confusion.

"Yea right, I bet you don't even remember my name!" I say rolling my eyes.

"Jenna." He says looking at me seriously. "If I was pretending, would I do this...?" I look at him in confusion, but in a second, his lips are on mine, and I no longer have any more questions.

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There! The concert chapter! Did you like it? Me sure hope so! Well, anyways, bye!