Part 3

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“I can’t believe we still have these!” I exclaimed laughing at the shirts we’d just dug out of a box. They were shirts we’d made in high school. Mine said, “‘No!’ Jimmy protested” on the front and, “Get as many cats as we can” on the back. Hers said, “LLN” and, “I’m with the Irish one” with a four leaf clover. We put them on and laughed.

            “Oh my God,” Melissa giggled.

            The shirts were the perfect final touch. My hair was crimped slightly and in a ponytail, hers was straightened. We were both wearing jeans and light jackets as the weather had decided to be slightly warmer for the outdoor concert. Light make-up and our favourite earrings and we were done. Off to the concert.

            We arrived a little late and were worried about our so-called “reserved seats”, but we soon found out there was no need to worry. There were two men at the entrance, one with a clipboard. We walked over to them.

            “Name?” the man with the clipboard asked.

            “Um. Josée Peck and Melissa-“

            “Josée Peck and friend,” he cut me off, showing the other man the list.

            “Right this way,” he said and started leading us through the crowd towards the stage. I was shocked when he stopped at two seats with “Reserved” signs on them in the front row. “Here we are,” he said.

            We sat, gazing around in awe at our seats.

            “So, I didn’t ask you earlier, but how did you get these tickets?” Melissa asked in wonder.

            “Um. They were given to me,” I replied as nonchalantly as possible.

            “By who, may I ask?”

            “Some guys I met on my walk today.’

            “Named?”

            “Well, remember that guy I met in London a couple of weeks ago?”

            She looked at me wide-eyed. I smiled. “Yeah. Him and his best friend.”

            “Oh. My. God.”

            The opening music for What Makes You Beautiful began then and all the girls screamed.

            Everyone sang along. The seats were amazing, and I waved when Harry and Louis looked my way. Melissa screamed when Niall came over and touched her hand. Then the time came for Harry’s solo and he kneeled down in front of us, took my hand, and sang to me I was flushing so brightly.

            Later on, they were singing More Than This and on Louis’ solo, he came to me and did the same. I flushed darker than when Harry had sung to me earlier. Melissa kept shooting me weird looks and cameras were flashing wildly.

            The rest of the concert went well, with Liam taking Melissa’s camera on stage. Melissa kept screaming, “Best concert ever!” and I smiled like an idiot the whole time. At the end, the boys came by and grabbed the hands of all the fans in the front row one last time. Louis and Harry held on to mine a little longer than anyone else’s and Harry slipped a piece of paper into my hand. I unfolded it and read the note written inside.

            “Wait until everyone is gone,” it said, “then we’ll come and get you. Come to our hotel with us?”

            I looked up to see Harry and Louis looking back at me expectantly from a few fans down. I smiled and shot them a thumbs up. They both grinned back at me, continuing on their way.

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