I'm Sorry.

Chapter 1

I felt like I could just melt at any moment, being at the front was amazing although the boys spent a lot of their time away from where me and my mates were standing. The stadium is bigger than I ever imagined it would be and it's a little intimidating.

Thousands of screaming girls flooded in at a steady rate, some fainting and being stretchered out and some just collapsing in floods of tears then hysterical amounts of laughing and smiling.

Me and my friends always have these types of conversations about how amazing it would be to have one of the boys see us in the crowd and just pick us up on stage and get married and have a family all because he saw us in the hustle and bustle. It was serious then but quite laughable now. We all decided we weren't the best looking people in the world and we were always on twitter scrolling through female directioners with thousands of followers, that looked like movie stars and honestly, they were beautiful and we, well I, looked like a toad. Those girls were gorgeous and near the boys ages, that was just a bonus for them and a punch to the stomach for us.

To be quite honest I envy them, they are everything I'm not. In a weird kind of way I want to be them, but not them because I like to be me sometimes.

As the light blasted out of the bulbs that looked like they could explode at any moment with the shear pulse of each beam of light, the boys seemed to pound the air to the beat, Harry feeling it the most.

Liam waved over at my area and a girl behind me literally leap frogged onto my back and shouted "Liam please! Liam!Liam!*Screams*." So naturally I just kinda guided her off my back, she didn't apologise but I don't blame her, she saw her chance to get up onto that stage get married and have a family and she took it...with both hands.

It's hot in the stadium and I didn't pack enough water, so me and and my friends are rationing out the water even though the staff behind the barriers are dishing out refreshing cups of water right in front of us, but they prefer to serve the people way back behind us because we can just reach out and grab a cup. I didn't get a cup because I felt sorry for the people at the back that aren't getting any and there I would be glugging it down at the front selfishly.

I whipped out my phone and my friend Elyeese knocked me and my phone went flying onto stage. We spent a moment just looking at each other in awe absolutely in shock.

"Okay, now what?!" I said to Eleeyse with my hand over my forehead.

" I'm so sorry I didn't know that was going to happen! I'll ask this guy." She said and attracted this guys attention to the phone only to be told he couldn't get it.

Just as I turned to my other friend, Olive, to inform her of what just happened, the girls around us started to scream and get excited. I slowly turned around and Harry's eyes met mine. I looked over to his hand and inside it wrapped by his fingers was my phone. I smiled and he responded with a cheeky grin and said " Is this your phone?"

" Urm, yeah." I said. I had never felt so in the spot in my life, but for some reason I wasn't crying or laughing hysterically I was talking to him like a normal person.

" Here you go, I saw what happened, don't worry." He said on his knees leaning off the stage microphone by his side and one arm extended with the phone between his fingers. I took the phone, smiled and added a thank you on the end.

You didn't take your chance I thought to myself. I didn't feel like I needed to take it.

He bounced up and walked away slowly. A screaming girl tried to grab my phone but I moved it away from her so she just had a weird screaming/laughing few seconds of spinning around on the spot. I put my hand on her shoulder and said " Its okay, stop spinning, you'll only get hot and bothered." I reached out for a cup of water but they were gone and asked Olive to get her some water. Just as I turned back to the girl the people around us started to scream again and I looked up and Harry showered my area with water from his bottle and jogged away laughing.