Stuck (One Direction)

3 - Surprise!

Finally, after hours of vocal checks, dress rehearsals, countless equipment checks, and many, many, other checks, everything was finally ready the boys' big concert!

"C'mon Bitzy," Paul said, "time to escort you to your seat."

"What?" I ask, spinning on my heels to accidentally bump into Paul and blush. "Now?"

"Yeah!" Harry says smiling, "you're staying for the concert, but, you know that, and you can't stay up here, silly! It's hard to see!"

"Oh...uh...I guess...I'll be in the crowd then!" I waved goodbye to them all and turn back to Paul, who will be leading to me my seat in a pair dark sunglasses and...a wig.

It's sort of funny to see him in a wig, okay, I'll correct that, it's hilarious to see him in a wig, but it's for his (and my) protection. If people knew it was him, they'd tackle him because let's face it, he's about as famous to Directioners as the boys, and they'd probably assume I was the mystery girl...which I am. And as of yesterday, I'm already as famous Paul. C'mon, a cute girl around their age hanging out with them? The fans instantly think romance, which leads to disaster. 

But what they didn't know was that there isn't any romance...does management want the fans to think otherwise?

The feeling of me being softly shoved into a chair pulls me out of my deep thoughts and back into the real world, where fortunately, Paul's disguise works and I'm escorted to my seat safely. I smile at him in thanks as he walks back to the stage. Just before he disappears, he waves to me and I wave back.

I'm seated near the edge of the row, but still close enough to see them. I add up the rows and realize...I'm in the fifth! I barely know them, and I've been put in the fifth row! I should be up in the nosebleed section, where most unlucky girls are! The girls up there have probably slaved for those tickets! Begged and begged their parents, saved up all of their money, hoped and wished for them...all to get stuck there, where as I barely knew them...and look where I was.

Pushing this thought aside, and frowning at the girl who could have gotten this seat, I take a look around and realize who I'm sitting next to. On my left is a blonde girl wearing a tight, white shirt that pushes her boobs out and only goes down to her belly-button. Right in the middle of it is the One Direction '1D' logo, in neon. She's obviously hoping to catch their attention, but then again, who here isn't? The girl also sports a pair of short-shorts and I realize she's carrying a huge, pink bra in her hand. She catches me staring at her and asks, "what're you lookin' at? Never seen a Directioner before? Huh?"

I back away and say, "yeah, but not one like you...."

"Excuse me? Was that an insult?" She narrows her icy blue eyes and pouts out her glossy lips.

"No...not...necessarily, I suppose."

The dumbfounded girl looked at me for a moment and then said, "well, whatever! Why don't you just sit your little butt down and watch how a real woman does it! You probably aint seen nothin' like me before, I'm a real country woman who could win them over in a second, little city girls like you don't stand a chance!" She then spat on the ground near my feet.

"Since when were we talking about women?" I murmur to myself, annoyed.

Blondie scoffs and turns back to the stage yelling, "you can take me home tonight, Harry!"

Shaking my head, I look to the right and see another girl, but she's sitting there and smiling nervously. I notice she has long, brown hair, smooth creme skin, thin black glasses over big, brown eyes, and looks around the age of 15. Her thin, pink lips are pressed together tightly and I can see she's eager for this concert. In all honesty, she was pretty and seemed more friendly than the "country woman".