Get Outa My Head : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Part 4

Today is the day of the concert. I’m so excited.  I get to see all of the boys in the flesh.  It’s almost impossible to believe.  A part of winning the contest is winning a limo ride to and from the venue.  I feel like a million bucks.  I don’t dress too fancy because that’s not my style.  I want to be comfortable.  I’m perfectly fine in some skinny jeans, a tight fitting t-shirt, and my matching Converse All Stars.

The limo ride was fun.  I’m not bringing anyone with me so I was stretched out on the seat.  I stand in line at the meet and greet and keep thinking back to when Zayn told me to introduce myself.  I don’t think I’m going to.  I'd just feel so stupid.  I like being that anonymous person on twitter.  I don’t want him to think differently of me because I’m nothing special.  We have a great Internet friendship and in don’t want to ruin that.  I can’t help but tweet while I wait.  ’In line to meet 1D.  Excited to see @ zaynmalik in person’

I get up to the table and put my CD cover down for them to sign.  Liam is first, followed by Louis, Zayn in the middle, Harry next to him, and Niall on the end.  I shake hands with Liam and Louis and tell them it’s nice to meet them.  No big deal.  I move to Zayn and my heart beats faster and I get butterflies in my stomach.  I reach out to shake his hand and before I can say nice to meet you he speaks first, “Rebecca is that you?”

I’m in shock.  I never showed him a picture of me.  ”H-How did you know?”

He smiles and I want to die.  ”Your eyes, I’d recognize those eyes anywhere.” My twitter avatar is just my eyes.  I didn’t think anyone even noticed.

"Oh, yeah, it’s the only thing I like about myself." Oh my god, why did I just say that?  I’m supposed to be playing it cool.  That’s how I act on twitter.  He must think I’m such a loser.

"I disagree, there’s so much more." He smiles at me again and I melt.  I have spent so much time typing to him.  I want to talk with him for hours but I don’t have hours.  I don’t even have seconds.  Before I can respond I’m moved on to Harry who says hello and he fixes his hair.  I shake Niall’s hand and pick up my CD cover and it’s done.

I am on cloud 9.  It went better than I expected.  I made eye contact with each of them.  Zayn recognized me and we had a moment.  They’re all so much better looking in person than on TV.  It’s like they’re not even real.  I don’t even know what to tweet.  140 characters is not enough to properly express my emotions.  I have to say something as I sit in my front row seats waiting for the show to start.  ’I am so lucky.’

The concert was amazing.  This was my first time seeing them in person although I have watched thousands of videos of them on You Tube.  I’ve never had front row seats to anything before.  Now I am ruined for life.  I will never be able to go to another concert unless I am in the front row.  Zayn found me a few times during the concert and shook my hand.  It was Harry would would not stop staring at me. I know it was me and not just in my head and he was actually looking behind me.  He was look into my eyes basically having eye sex with me. I am not complaining.

I’m in the limo on my way home and of course have to check twitter.  I have a bunch of new followers and a few new mentions and two DMs. I am popular tonight.  Must have been the concert tweeting.  I have a tweet from Zayn ‘@ zaynmalik was a pleasure meeting @ BeccaGE tonight.’ That explains all the new followers.

I have a DM from Zayn as well. ‘@ zaynmalik send me your number. I’d rather text rather than tweet.’ Whoa, I was not expecting that.  That just goes to show he never did get my DM with my number in it.  I send it to him again.

My other DM is from Harry.  Wait did I read that right?  ’@ Harry_Styles Zayn gave me your name.  Wanted to say hi.’ What the hell is going on?  I guess I’ll say something back.  I think I must be dreaming.  ’Hello there, you were great tonight.’ Why am I such a dork?