"All I wanted was a bit of excitement.
All I did was apply for a job.
And then all of me fell deeply and irrevocably in love with him."
Natalie Moon applies for an unknown job, and falls straight in the lap of One Direction. More specifically, Harry...
I think I actually might have just died and gone to some rock star's impression of heaven.
My entire body is shaking, and I'm not sure whether that's because of the music pounding through the floor or not.
The band are all strumming or riffing or drumming on one chord, the introduction to Only Angel having finished, and out he walks, like he's literally walking on air.
He strides out on stage, and I feel myself screaming along with the thousands of people behind me. I'm in a little roped off area, just off to the side, but close enough to the stage that I could probably reach it if I jumped really hard.
The rhinestones on his black suit catch all of the flashing lights, and his face breaks into a tiny smile as he acknowledges the audience.
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I'm definitely dead.
He screams as Hey Angel begins, and I feel my reaction to his voice go straight up my legs and into my spine. The energy is electric. I feel like I've had like twelve cups of coffee and no sleep for three days at the same time. All my hair is standing up on end, and my green skirt clings to me.
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I see him spot me and he gives me a wink. I think I die again, honestly. God, I get to sleep next to that man every night and there he is, onstage, exuding confidence and sex and I'm like putty.
I glance around at the band, screaming my head off at the sight of Sarah absolutely smashing it on the drums, her hair flinging about her wildly. I see Mitch look at her out of the corner of his eye and smirk, and I want to scream it's so adorable.
Harry, strutting up and down the stage while he sings, leans over towards me for the second chorus, and I hear the fans just behind me scream even louder. I blow him a kiss and practically swoon as he mimes catching it and putting it in his breast pocket.
What. A. Man.
I sing along to Ever Since New York, and cry to Two Ghosts, sticking my middle finger up at him when he looks over at me blubbering away and has to bite his lip to stop from smiling.
