First Love // H.S.

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About fifteen minutes before the boys get on stage, mum and I are in front of the stage, no people in front of us. We don't have a seat, we're standing.

The show hasn't even started yet, and some girls are already crying hysterically.

'They love my son so much, that they're crying. This is crazy.' Mum whispers at me.
'I know, right? It's so hard to believe it. I would like to see Louis from their point of view, instead of mine, to see how they're feeling right now.' I tell.

'Whoa, look how orange it's getting!' Mum exclaims, pointing at the audience which is really starting to grow every second.

'This is crazy! All those people are here to see Louis, Harry, Niall, Liam and Zayn! This is so crazy to see!' I say in awe.

'Aren't you here to see them, then?' A random boy asks. A fanboy! The first one I've ever met. He's really good-looking and probably a part of the LGBTQ+ community.

'I love One Direction. Of course I'm here to see them!' I answer excitedly.
'What's your favorite song?' The boy asks.
'No, don't ask me that! Don't make me choose! You first!' I protest. The boy laughs.

'Heart Attack.' He tells then.
'Really! I love that song!' I exclaim.
'What's yours?' He repeats.
'I can't choose!' I protest. The boy laughs again.

'If I pointed a gun at your head, and asked you to name your favorite One Direction song, what would you say?' He asks.
'What have I ever done to you! Okay, my favorite song is Nobody Compares!' I say.
'Amazing choice! By the way, you look a lot like Harry's girlfriend! It's a compliment, she's really pretty.' The boy tells. I chuckle, feeling my cheeks burning red.

'Do I?' I ask.
'Yes! And you look like Louis' mother!' The boy says to my mum.

'Oh, do I really?' Mum answers, laughing.
'Wait, that is such a coincidence! Harry's girlfriend is Louis' sister, and you look a lot like Louis' mother! Like mother and daughter! You look a lot like each other!' The boy continues.
'Yeah, that's because she is my mother! What's your name, how old are you?' I laugh. The boy looks from me to mum and back at me again.

'I'm William, and nineteen, what's your name and age?' He asks me.
'Olivia, eighteen.' I answer.
'No fucking way! What's your last name?' He continues excitedly.

'Tomlinson.' I answer with a laugh.
'No! Am I really talking to Olivia Tomlinson and Johannah Deakin right now?' William shouts out, looking like he's about to pass out.

'You are!' Mum speaks up.
'No, am I really? This is a fucking dream! This can't be real! Are you two here to see your son, brother and boyfriend? That's so fucking adorable!' William rants excitedly.

'Yeah, the thing is, Louis knows we're here, but Harry and the others don't!' I explain.
'You're surprising your boyfriend? That's so cute! I can't wait to see his face when he spots you in the crowd!' William says. Whoa, this dude is so excited. He's so nice and supportive too.

'Wait, are you Dutch?' I ask.
'No! I'm English, and I'm visiting Amsterdam with my friends! Yo, bitches! I found Olivia Tomlinson and Johannah Deakin!' William answers, calling over two girls. I look at mum, to see she's already found another mum to talk with.

'Oh my god! Hi, how are you?' One of the girls asks excitedly.

'Good, how are you?' I answer.
'Really good!' The girl replies.

'Hey, we were just discussing on why you and Harry broke up in December. Was it because of Taylor Swift?' Another girl asks.
'Um-'

'Oh my god, Sammie, you can't just ask that! They deserve some privacy!' William interrupts me, turning to the girl - Sammie. He turns back to me.