It was official. I had the tickets taped up on my bulletin board: One Direction- Live in Concert. I swear to god I had been waiting for this day for what felt like forever. I had been obsessing over these 5 boys since the X-Factor days and have tried to meet them countless times. It always seemed like seeing them up close, let alone meeting them was nearly impossible, but never once did I ever stop trying, I refuse to. I was their biggest fan- that was absolutely certain of. As I got ready for the concert with my best friend Rose, it hit us that we were going to see the boys live in concert. "Save You Tonight" was blasting through my iPod speakers, as we picked out our outfits for the night.
"Do you think wearing a dress makes it seem like I'm trying to hard?" Rose asked, "No, but we don't want to take any chances!" I said, putting back the hanger in Rose's hand. "This is the most stressful decision of my life. What does one wear to a potential first encounter with 5 of the sexiest men on the planet?" Rose rummaged through my closet, furrowing her brow as the items shuffled through her hands. "Relax," I said, holding up a pair of jean shorts to her, " These will be fine." She gave me the typical Rose face and stepped out of the closet.
An hour later, we walked out of the house and into my car. I was wearing a white lace tank top with high-waisted jean shorts and brown boots; Rose wearing a red Killers t-shirt and black jean shorts. After a few wrong turns, fighting over the radio, and half an hour of waiting in traffic, we pulled up to the venue. Me and rose looked at eachother and grinned, mentally preparing ourselfs for the night ahead. We looked at one another, accepting that this night could change everything. "Let's rock this bitch!", I said, pulling down my lace top a little more. Rose nodded as we stepped out of the car, viewing the hundreds of fans lined up.
"I, I wanna save ya, wanna save your heart tonight" The concert was wild, filled with Directioners screaming, bras and panties being thrown at the stage. Rose and I were in awe; we couldn't believe how close we were to the stage. Every single time Harry came in front of us I felt as if I was going to explode. I know it sounds ridiculous, but somehow a man I've never met before can make me go weak in the knees. We were having the time of our lives, singing and dancing, and desperately trying to make eye contact with the boys. "All that you want's under your nose…" I sang along with the lyrics I had been listening to on repeat for weeks. I smiled at Harry, wishing with everything in me that he would just catch my gaze and smile back. "So open your eyes, take off your clothes." Hold on. What? Harry playfully unbuttoned his shirt, staring right at me. I swear my breath caught in my throat and I thought I was going to pass out right there. Rose nudged me in the ribs, causing me to face her. "WHAT.THE.FUCK.JUST.HAPPENED." I stared at her wide eyed, my hand covering my gaping mouth. " Emma. DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT!", Rose slapped me on the shoulder. "He just stared into your soul! He undressed you with his eyes!" I shook my head robotically, trying to absorb the moment I just shared with Harry Styles. The rest of the concert was a blur. A blissful, electric blur. "One Thing" ended, and the lights in the stadium came on. "Alright, as you all know, our fans are the most amazing, dedicated fans in the world.", Louis said smiling, staring out at the crowd. "Especially on twitter!", Niall added, patting Louis on the shoulder. "So," Liam said, giving the rest of the boys a cheeky grin, "We've decided to answer live questions from Twitter right now, sent in by some of you." Rose and I instinctively turned to each other. I whipped out my phone, my finger already on the Twitter app. "What should we ask them?" My breathing was heavy, my fingers hovering over the buttons. " Ask to meet them you fuck!" Rose was jumping up and down. My fingers attacked the buttons on my phone, composing the tweet that could change our lives. "Can we meet you? Pretty pretty pretty please, #weneedthatonething. Emma and Rose, section 102, seat 7 and 8. I hit send, praying that it would show up on the screen. "What is your favourite type of ice-cream? – Katelyn", Zayn read out loud. Shit, what if we had sent ours in too late? "Mine's chocolate", Liam answered grinning. "Harry, what about you?" Harry spoke into the microphone, "I'm going to have to say… Vanilla with caramel in it." The boys each took their turns answering, eliciting various levels of screaming after each response. "Alright, next question", Niall said enthusiastically, jumping up and down. The next question popped up on the screen. "Can we meet you, pretty, pretty, please, #weneedthatonething," Liam read aloud, looking at the rest of the boys. Harry continued, "Emma and Rose, section 102, where are you, Emma and Rose?" Ear-piercing screams burst through the crowd, Rose began jumping up and down and waving frantically, everyone around us pointing in our direction. Harry followed the fingers pointing in our direction, and finally he nodded. "Oh, yeah there you are! What do you think boys, should we give these girls a couple of back stage passes to say hello to us after the show?" Rose and I turned to each other again. My jaw dropped, my feet glued to floor. All of a sudden, Harry's gaze met mine. He was giving me that classic Harry Styles grin, I felt as if I would melt into a puddle on the floor. "Oh why not, after all, they said pretty pretty pretty please so I suppose we have to oblige, don't we?" Louis came up behind Harry, giving us a smile also. "Alright girls, we'll see you after the show." Harry winked at me before walking back to the couch on stage, where Liam was sat. Girls around us screamed hysterically, and Rose and I joined in. We turned to each other again. "Holy.Shit."
