Is it Hate? Is it Love? (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Lights Off

Well I'm writing two ONE DIRECTION fanfics at the same time. So yeah wish me good luck!

I have another fanfic so just check it out! And here is......

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Chapter 1: Lights Off

Well hello there! My name is Dani Dare. I like my name. You'd better too cause your going to see a lot of it now. I'm 5 foot 7 inches and brunette. My hair is really straight but I like to make it wavyish, yes I just said wavyish. That's all I can think of now though.

Oh yeah and I have a contract with Simon Cowell's record label Sync Records, so I'm a big deal.

Ha ha! Hell no! I just got the deal like a month ago, so I'm not super popular (I have two singles from my first album out). But anywhore this is all I have to say right now.

*Dani's POV*

"Please, please, pleeeeaaasssse!" Reagan begged me.

So I had obligingly come to the One Direction concert with her, I wasn't a huge fan but they were okay, I like One Thing and Gotta Be You. I mean whoever hits that high note is fucking amazing! Live While We're Young is really catchy too, but I wasn't a "Directioner" or anything. I suppose I should have met them by now considering I got a contract with the same record company as them but nope, don't get excited.

But this begging was Reagan (who got backstage passes) being a prat and didn't want to meet the boys alone so she wanted me to come.

"Well..." No No No dont say it! "Sure whatever." UGH! I'm too nice.

It's not that I don't like them it's like I don't like meeting celebrities. They have the biggest ego, and what makes it worse is that they act all innocent and grounded on interviews and stuff so all the fans think they are the sweetest people alive, but when, in person they treats you like your nobody important.

***AFTER THE LIMO WAITING IN THE CROWD***

We were waiting in the crowd. Been standing for like ten minutes. So I sit down. Jezuz celebrities take a long time! Egoistic much!

I check my twitter on the ground and see I got 279 retweets on my last tweet (Which said, if you're wondering; "Being forced to a One Direction concert. Excited though!")

All of a sudden I hear a scream go through the crowd and stand up, expecting to see the boys of One Direction come onto the stage.

No, it's just the drummer and guitarist, Josh, (who is very nice in person if I may comment).

Oh jez, fangirls. About two or three minutes later two boys walk onstage, one extremely sexy boy with dark hair and a hat, and one extremely happy boy wearing purple stripes and bright red skinny jeans.

"Let's MAKE SOME NOISE!" the boy in strips said, I'm guessing that was Louis cause the crowd shouted "LOUIS!!!!!!!!!!!!".

Just going off on a whim.

Then three other boys walk on, one extremely adorable with blonde highlights, one boy with a buzz cut, and a boy with the most luscious curls I've ever seen in my life. We were in the fourth or fifth row but Reagan had already climbed over to the second row. Over-obsessive fangirl much. I was basically going deaf!

"Your insecure!

Don't know what for!

You're turnin heads when you walk through the do-o-or!" The boy with a buzz cut sang.

Dang these boys were good, even if I didn't like them too much.

***after the concert***

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Reagan shouted in my ear. She was afraid to go see the boys by herself.

"If you don't stop bothering me I won't go!" That shut her up.

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For 10 seconds.

"You really should meet them your under the same record label!" Reagan exclaimed.

"Yeah sure whatever."

"I also heard you might go as an opening act for them!"

"How'd you find out? That was supposed to be a surprise!"

"Media." She says simply.

"Figures." I sigh, "they just won't shut up, will they?"

"Nope!" She popped the P.

"That was a rhetorical question, Reagan."

"Whatever, are we lost?"

"Most likely."

"Does this happen a lot?"

"Naturally."

"Are you okay?"

"Will be."

"When you meet them?"

"No. When you shut up."

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"I think this is it!"

"No, we are standing in front of a door that has the name of a girl band called One Direction."

"Downer."

"Fangirl."

"Annoying."

"Loud."

"Boring."

"Crazy."

"Poop."

"Overly-obsessed-fangirl-with-to-much-time-and-to-many-posters."

"That's low."

"And that's running footsteps, lets go." We really could hear running footsteps. Then the power went out.

Laughing.

Voices.

"Do you think-" Reagan is cut off by someone, sorry some PEOPLE, slamming into her, and me.

I wasn't pleased.

"Ouch!" I hear Reagan exclaim

"Oh shit!" An Irish voice said.

"Niall!" Another voice said, British this time.

"Sorry!" The Irish boy said, Niall I'm guessing.

"Hello good people! We'll just be going!" Another British voice, Doncaster area probably.

"Oh no you won't!" I said coldly grabbing the person directly in front of me by the collar.

"Oh thank god!" The boy in my grip said.

"Your saying 'thank god!' and I'm about to kill you?!" I shriek.

"A," The boy said, "your not security, your a girl. B, you had better not kill me, cause a million or so girls will kill themselves over my body. C, nice lungs!" I roll my eyes and then realize nobody can see me right now.

"A, I might be security, even thought I'm a girl. B, I don't care about the fangirls. C, thanks!" I smirk, I am a singer after all! "D!" I say before anyone can inturupt, "cocky much!"

"All the girls like my cockiness!"

"All?"

"Ouch, Harry that hurt!" The Doncaster boy laughed.

"Shut up Lou!" Harry, I'm guessing, said.

The next second the lights come on and Reagan shrieks, louder then me if I may say so!

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mwah! chapter 1 and there is already a cliff-hanger! I'd say 'read on to find out' but that's really cliché.

Thanks, if you could give feedback I would appreciate it!

Love to all! xoxo <3