As I Feel Myself Fall (One Direction)

Chapter 2

Yupp I'm back! I missed this story...anyway, back to writing!:D

Chapter 2

I made my way slowly back towards the screaming fans, still buzzing a bit from my interactions with Niall. I made myself stop being so excited, and getting my hopes way too far up. Or at least, I tried. I just didn't want to set myself up for disappointment. The odds were that Niall, being the fine-looking boy that he was, already had a girl back home in Ireland. Besides, I had only just met the guy, who was I to think that we would even get to be friends? Still...I couldn't help but blush a little at the thought of his smile and his cute, but loud, laugh.

I was immediately pulled back into reality at the sight of so many teen girls packed into such a small place. I didn't know if it was even possible, but I swear I could feel the estrogen flating through the air. There were at least twice the amount of people there than I had seen earlier this morning, and it was only 11 o'clock (I finally having figured out the concert was starting at 6).

Looking past these people, I could barely make out a stage, way up ahead of me, and as people moved I saw a security rope and, already, a few bulky security guards surrounding it. Geez, I hadn't realized that One Direction was so big in the US. But I suppose that was my own fault for being so clueless as I hadn't followed social networking and pop bands ever since I got kicked out of my parents place. I had just lost all interest in silly things like that.

In the corner of my eye I could see different booths being set up on the outskirts of the crowd, these obvously being the charities collecting donations. I searched through them all, slowly walking up and down the stretch, until I found one with only a single, harried-looking, middle-aged woman working it, obviously needing some help. I couldn't tell what organization she was from as she was busy struggling to put up her sign and her papers kept flying everywhere.

"Excuse me, Miss?" I asked kindly, walking over to where she was and picking up the papers that had flown off the table from the gusts of the cold New York wind. I didn't bother to read them, though they might have helped me figure out what she was collecting for. The scowl on her face disappeared for a moment as she saw I was trying to help her.

"Hello, dear. Thank you for helping, you really didn't have to do that." She responded, softer than I expected. She looked stern, her dark brown hair streaked with silver and wrinkled lining her face, her eyes a dark green.

"Oh, no, it's no problem. In fact, I came here today just to see who I could help out. Do you need someone to help you work the booth?" I inquired while placing her papers in a neat stack on the table, placing a few pens that were laying around on top to prevent them from flying away again.

"Well, now that you mention it, my partner got sick and I was going to have to close for a little bit so I could pick my kids up for this concert. If you could just stay and watch this for a little while, just accepting any donations and putting them in that jar over there, for about an hour or two it would be very much appreciated." She said, hope in her eyes. I was a bit taken aback, as most people wouldn't allow a stranger to handle their money, but she must have been desperate or too trusting. Or both.

"No, that'd be fine! What's the organization anyway?" I told her, as she brightened up again.

"Oh, thank you! You have no idea how much that means to me! Alright, well, it's about 12 now, I'm going to go and pick them up real quick, I'll be back soon. And it's for Suicide Prevention and a rehab center for the depressed." She answered me cheerily as she finally finished putting the sign on the front of the booth and walked away, headed towards the subway.

My smile froze on my face, as I felt my skin tighten and my heart squeeze. Of course. Of, freaking, course. I would get the suicide booth wouldn't I? That was just fate's way of saying, hey Lander, let's put a damper on your day since it's been going way too well! If I hadn't already promised that lady I would help her...there was no way I would be doing this. But I had to grin and bear it I suppose.