Picked From The Crowd

Chapter 1

Authors note: Hey there guys!! I'm now, as you can tell, starting a new story!! This ones gonna be similar but different at the same time so, I hope you like this one!!! It's gonna be short to start off but the rest of the chapters are going to start to get longer :D

Love you all!!!! :D xxxxx

Chapter 1

I stand in forth row, floor section at the One Direction concert in Toronto, Ontario on May 31st, 2012. The boys are sitting on the couch, reading the tweets they picked from the fans, they look for the girl named Kat, sitting in the section 113, which is off to my left. I hear a chorus of screams and Niall teasing the girl, "Kat... Meow..." The stadium bursts into loud, insane screams, and I temporarily go deaf. The boys wave to the girl who sent the tweets, and in the adrenaline that comes with seeing your idol, the group of girls rush onto the stage, fighting off the security guards, and running towards the boys in a fit of utter love and desire. They dog pile the boys, screaming and punching each other to get closer to the bottom of the pile where the boys are lying, unconscious from the blow of the stage to their heads. It turns into complete chaos, the girls fighting like they would in the Hunger Games, all trying to get closer to their half dead favourites. The security is pulling girls away, and finally all the girls are thrown backstage, away from the heap of bodies, surrounded by the blood flowing from the scratch marks, and cuts in their heads and faces. I stare in shock at the beautiful boys turned ugly by the kicks and fists accidentally thrown at the ones who did nothing and just gave up, knowing there was no way they could win the fight against the girls that called themselves Directioners. Paul comes running onstage again with medics and stretchers. I don't move, while other girls are crying and shouting, I can't move, just staring at the gruesome mess that was once the loves of my life. A single tear fall as I see Paul break down, hearing the news that they had passed. To many blows to the head made sure that they wouldn't finish this concert, and would never let them preform again. More tears well up in my eyes as the boys are all loaded onto stretchers, and carried off stage. They spill over as Paul drops to his knees, not able to contain the body racking sobs escaping from his body. The boys were dead. Never to awake or sing another song. Never to tell their friends or family how much the love them. And all because of the "love" a mass of girls had for them. My tears of pain and sadness turn into tears of anger. I wanted to hurt them for hurting my boys. I wanted them to feel what the boys felt as the were kicked, punched, tackled, and harmed by the ones they trusted. The ones they said that meant the world to them. The only thing holding my back is the fact that my legs couldn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak out loud, run away, or even turn to hug my best friend as she is thrown into hysterics. I just couldn't move... Or even open my mouth at all. I start to feel trapped, contained. Everything starts to blur. Things waver out, but not before I see Paul look straight at me and whisper, "I'm sorry..."