Love is Weird Sometimes

Hey I'm Annalese. I'm a teenager who has given up on love. I've had the worst experiences in relationships that its crazy. I sometimes wonder "why me??!!" but then I just give up and pretend everything is ok. My best friend, Clare, has been begging me to come with her to One Direction concerts. I just don't see why they're so popular. Yes, they are amazing singers but so what? They're probably jerks like most celebrities. But of course Clare begged and begged til I finally said yes.

Clare and I got there early to say hi to them when they got there. When they did, they got out of the car and started signing and taking pictures with their fans. Well that was sweet but they could still be jerks in disguise. Clare pushed through so they could sign her CD and I chuckled but unfortunately I have horrible coordination so I fell. Right onto Niall the leprechaun.

Me: "oh geez I'm so sorry! Me and coordination do NOT get along!" *tries to get up but gets dizzy*

Niall: "oh it's ok love. Are you ok?!" *gets worried and calls his manager* Please don't tell me I hurt this beautiful girl...

Me: "I'm fine..really.." *still tipsy*

Niall: "Paul!" where the heck is he??! Oh fuck it!

Me: and that's all I heard and then I felt someone picking me up bridal style and I look up and I realize that I'm in Niall's arms. What? This is weird. Why would a famous celebrity be carrying me to backstage? They could've just gave me back to Clare. But I didn't argue. I was in a very attractive guys arms so oh well.

Niall: *puts her down* oh geez I feel terrible. I know she's the one who fell but I still felt awful! I decided to gently wake her. "hey love, are you alright?"

Me: *opens eyes and is confused* "what am I doing here?"

Niall: "ok thank goodness you're ok! You got me worried so much love!"

Me: ok maybe I was wrong about all celebrities being rude and mean. This one was sweet. I try to sit up but my body said no.

Niall: "oh please stay laid down here love. You need to be 100% ok before I let you leave my sight." that's when Paul says that I need to go for the concert. Why do they care? They give me a low-sound microphone. They don't want to hear me. I get called ugly everyday. Why do they still want me to sing? But whatever. "ok love I have to go but I will be back as soon as possible!" *kisses her cheek and slowly leaves*

Me: did he just kiss me?