350 days of Fangirling because the other 15 she was in a coma

Chapter 1:Row 3795478384855949.

GWENIVER'S POV

"BUT I HATE ONE DIRECTION!" I say throwing a hissy fit in my seat.

"I know but I love them! So stop being a meanie, Gwen." Bell told me. She loves one direction, and she dragged me to this event. I mean, who wants to go to a one direction concert? eww.

I sat there and loathed, and I also wondered why I was able to stay cool in this hot sun while I was wearing my favorite pair of ugg boots, tribal print leggings, and my oversized sweater. Nope, no heat stroke yet.

The only thing good about coming to this concert is getting away from my abusive dad. After my mother died before I was born, he's started drinking, heavily. He beats me every morning til night time, punching, kicking, stabbing and shooting me. Oddly enough the neighbors never hear it and I have not a bruise or scrape to show for it.

I heal fast.

(Lie.....)

I understands why he hits me though. It's because I'm ugly and good for nothing except modeling. And I've just been on the cover of 23 magazines! ONLY 23! so that proves I'm ugly.

"Ooooooooo! OW MAWH GOWD THEY ARE COMING!!" Bell yells along with the rest of the girls.

What the hell, why are these girls so excited for this. Freaking hate these guys that have done nothing wrong for me to hate them.

Only band I love is the wanted. They have like two good songs and are less attractive than one direction. Unattractive like me.

(Cough model cough.)

The lights dimmed and stage lit up, and five guys ran onto The platform.

HARRY'S POV

As soon as the lights lit, I looked up and locked orbs with the most beautiful girl on the planet. I haven't even met all the girls in the world. she will be my soul mate and we would call our baby girl Darcy. I don't even know the girls name and I have named our children.

"What's wrong with Ya, Mate?" Niall asked smiling at me. I felt light headed, as if I was walking on a cloud. I need to find her, I need her now.

NOW!

"Okay," I say into the microphone. "we have selected a random girl from the audience to come backstage." Liam puzzled at me completely dumbfounded about my random decision. Ah screw it I do what I want.

GWENIVER'S POV

"I'd like the girl from section 98, row 3795478384855949 seat 24 to come down here!" The curly haired boy said. I chuckled, the poor sap that had to spend the night with those weird guys.

"OMG!!!! ITS YOU, GWEN!" Bell says shaking me. What? Go back stage with 4 hot British dudes and 1 Irish one?

HAHAHAHA NO! THIS IS THE WORSE DAY OF MY STUPID, PATHETIC LIFE!

"OH MYYYY GAWD WHEN YOU GO DOWN THERE GET ME A LOCK OF NIALLS HAIR OKAY?? YEAH!" Bell grabbed my arm and pushed me into the aisle way. I was in complete shell shock, walking down the 3795478384855949 steps and onto the stage.

"Hello, love. What's your name?" The curly haired one with piercing green orbs said wiggling his eyebrows. Once I looked at him I fell in love and forgot about my hatred for them, but I'm not gonna say it. Instead I'm gonna act like a preppy bitch and pretend to hate them still.

"Gweniver Plockerson." I say rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my nice rack.

"Gweniver Plockerson," He repeats, gaze not leaving me. "I like how smooth it rolls of the tongue. Gwennnnniiiivvvvveeeeerrrrr Plockkkkkkkeeeerrrrrrsssssoooonnnn." He draws my first and last name out.

"Okay so when can I leave?" I ask dryly. His eyes saddened, and then lit up.

"Well just come back stage and then you can decide if you want to stay."

So, I stomped off the stage in fake anger and went backstage.

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(A_n)  you have no idea how much it hurt me to write this chapter. I'm basicly chokeing on carrots. Another reminder that this is just a book to make fun of fan fictions. I seriously don't write like this or am serious in anyway. I actualy have a fan fiction on my other account, Its_My_Icecream. It's called Midnight Rush just incase you wanted to check it.

-Loki