I Refuse to Fangirl (1D fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Hey, Chloe!"

I drop my pencil and slam my hands onto my cluttered desk. "What!?" I yell. "I told you I was studying."

"This is so much more important than a History final that's in 2 months," Ella says as though it's obvious.

I roll my eyes. "What, Ella? What is it that you have that is better than passing finals? Because if it's a High School degree, I'm in. If it's anything else," my voice raises, "I'M NOT INTERESTED!"

"I got us, drumroll please," she enthuses. I stare at her blankly, "or not. I got us tickets to go see...One Direction!"

"Ugh...go back home, Ella. Leave me be. I need to study!"

"B-but, you're my best friend and I got us backstage passes and front row seats." She pouts and I laugh.

"I've told you a million times. I hate One Direction!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you mean, you've been serious about that the whole time?" she asks, alarmed.

"Duh."

"How can you hate One Direction? That's like...hating puppies or rainbows or Friday night pizza." She flails her arms around frantically as she explains.

Jeez, she doesn't get it, does she? "Liking One Direction is like encouraging the theory of appearance over substance. There is no edginess to their music. Boy bands are just trivial things. One Direction is a lot of talk, not a lot of walk. My band is better than them," I declare. At school, my band mates and I are rising stars/starlets. I'm lead singer, plus I play guitar like nobody's business.

She scoffs. "You are coming to that concert on Saturday night, and these boys will wow you!"

"Why? Why me?" I whine.

"Because I can trust you not to stab me in the back. You're my best friend. I can't say the same about every other girl at school. You are coming!" declares the rising fashionista.

And this is why I'm in a band with all boys. Girls are a recipe for drama.

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I got permission from my dad to go to the stupid concert, so here I am. Getting ready, because I'm going backstage at a One Direction concert. Oh my god. So awesome. Barf! I'm about to meet some preppy, snobby little brats that make a living off of being pretty boys. Great.

Ella insists I wear something nice which is why instead of sweatpants with a tee-shirt, I'm wearing leggings with a tee-shirt. She's going to be pissed off when she sees me dressed like this. Oh well.

I hear a car horn honking, and sure enough, it's Ella and her dad coming to pick me up. She lives right next door to me, so of course, they're right on time.

I groan before yelling to my dad that I am leaving and then doing so.

It's about an hour ride from my house to the concert. We end up getting there 3 freaking hours before the concert starts. Ella's dad waves us good-bye and leaves. I sigh, we're first in line. Ugh...3 hours in line with a squealing Ella. It'll be the death of me.

3 hours eventually passes, but now, it's not just a squealing Ella. It's an entire mob of squealing girls. We watched One Direction arrive and go in about an hour ago, and now, we are finally allowed to go into the arena like building.

10 minutes later of me plugging my ears and One Direction comes out. I groan.

"Hey, everybody! Are you pumped?" one of them says.

I plug my ears better and squeeze my eyes shut. You're at the zoo. You're at the zoo, I tell myself as the singing starts.

The girls around me all of a sudden start screaming louder when the first song ends. I open my eyes and find that it's because the one with the curly hair has come really close to the front of the stage and was high-fiving people. All of a sudden, his hand is in my shoulder. What the heck is happening?

He winks at me and motions for me to come up on stage. Ella pushes me over to him and he helps me up. Why me?

"What's your name?" he coos.

"Chloe." I fold my arms across my chest.

He smirks like he's about to do something really funny. "And which one of us is your favorite?" He motions around him to the other 4.

"Uh..none of you."

"Oh, so you like us all the same?" he asks.

"I don't like One Direction," I say, looking smugly at him.

They start laughing. What's so funny?

"Good joke," says the boy.

"You only wish that was a joke."

I hear angry screams from the audience while the band just stares at me blankly.

I get off the stage and a bunch of girls swarm me. I get punched in the face once and kicked in the shins a few times.

I scream really loudly in the midst of them, and they all stop abruptly.

I walk over to my spot, receiving glares from everyone.

Ella shakes her head. "Only you would have the confidence to do that."