Lexi POV
I ended up taking my twin sister, Rosalie to the concert. Mostly because all of my friends hated One Direction, too.
When I found the tickets in the mail yesterday, there was a note that read: Hey Lex! (I'm calling you Lex now) This is Bitchney, or whatever you're calling me these days. In this envelope are your tickets and backstage passes so you can meet the band afterwards. I know you'll love them. Have fun!
I had given Cosmo my address, against my better judgment, so he'd be able to send me the tickets.
Of course, when I told Rose that she'd be meeting them, she rushed out to go buy a new outfit. But now, a day later, we were in the front row at a concert I couldn't care less about, girls screaming in my ear.
And suddenly, the screaming stopped.
Praise Jesus.
And then it increased ten-fold.
Ugh sweet mother of all that is beautiful and good make it stop!
They were on stage now.
Even Rose was screaming.
The one with curly hair looked around, as if looking for someone. He scanned the front row, getting a good look at everyone, before frowning and tearing his gaze away.
They started out with an admittedly good song, called Live While We're Young.
And I did the one thing I swore I would never do.
I became... a girl.
And I screamed. And cheered. Because oh my goodness were they amazing.
By the end of the concert, I even managed to match their names to faces: curly-hair guy was Harry Styles, responsible-looking guy was Liam Payne, young-and-kind looking guy was Niall Horan, fun-and-funny guy was Louis Tomlinson, and black-haired-bad-boy was Zayn Malik.
I hated to admit it, but I kind of had a tiny crush on...
...Zayn.
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Texting Styles / hs
Fanfiction"You're Harry Styles." "Hahaha no. I'm Alfie." °°° Lexi Barnes is sixteen, and if you could sum her up in one word, it would be "normal." Harry Styles is eighteen, and everyone thinks he's a womanizer. One text message will change all of that. ‼️WA...
