Fear

One ;

Harry Styles, the handsome British boy from One Direction. I finally met him, I thought it was going to be the best day of my life. It turned out to be my worst nightmare. My heart shattered into a million pieces when I saw the look he gave me. It was like he was looking at trash, I'm trash but I didn't expect that. I was expecting some unrealistic fan fiction moment. I felt so insecure, all I did was smile and look at the ground. Was it my face? Was it my clothes? Was it my hair? What was I doing wrong?

Wesley, calm down. You look great, you did your make-up and you wore your favourite outfit. Stop putting yourself down. Maybe he's not what you thought, maybe he is a jerk. But at least you met him. Even though you wish he could've fell in love with you but this isn't fan fiction, it's real life.

He isn't worth your time but you wasted 4 years of your life drooling over him. Okay, okay it's time to take the picture, I'll just stand between Niall and Louis. I think I'm going to hold their hands, cute and subtle. They don't even care, all they do is smile. 1... 2... 3... Okay, it's over, time to go ruin my make-up in the girls bathroom. My self-esteem went from 10 to -10. I shouldn't let him get to me but I mean he's so intimidating and I wish I could just forgive and forget. But I can't and I won't. The concert starts soon, ugh Wesley you can do this! Fix your make-up and show him that you don't care about what he thinks! Okay, game time!