The night was already perfect, and the concert hadn’t even started. My mom was dropping me and my best friend off, us practically bolting out of our seats before the car stopped moving.
“Amanda!”
“What?!”
“Be good, okay? Have fun!”
“I will, mom. Thanks for this.” I kiss her goodbye and we walk to the doors, my excitement of finally seeing them building up. We walk inside and girls are everywhere, buying their merchandise and fangirling.
“Let’s just go to our seats!” I pull Kaylee’s arm, wanting to get their as soon as possible, even though I know there’s thirty minutes until the show even starts. After finally sitting down, we turn around and look at everyone behind us.
“Amanda, we’re front row. Can you believe this?!” I don’t reply, I just stare in awe at the hundreds of girls lining up to see my boys. The concert finally starts, the boys singing perfectly in tune, their bodies only feet in front of ours. We sing along every word to every song, the music blaring in our ears.
As they switch spots on stage and Niall stands in front of us, Kaylee squeezes my arm. I look up at him, his red polo hugging his body perfectly, a slight smile on his face while he sings. He looks down at me and holds my gaze for a few seconds before walking to another section of the stage.
“Did that honestly just happen?” I don’t let my eyes leave the stage, I’m too in shock.
“It did!” Kaylee squeals in my ear, jumping up and down.
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Kaylee slept over that night, both of us knowing neither of us would fall asleep until late. When we finally wake up, we go out to lunch at our favorite place, sit at our usual table, and order our usual meal.
“Do you think they’ll be here? You know, shopping and stuff?”
“Kaylee, this place isn’t that exciting. Why would they want to stay here? The only thing we have is American Apparel, and they should never buy clothes from here in the first place.”
“Well, I don’t know, maybe that’s the point, they can walk around and do whatever they want without being mobbed.”
“They’re not going to be here.” As much as I want them to be, there’s no way it’s possible.
We’re finishing up our meal when Kaylee practically glues herself against the window. “Amanda, that was just them. I told you they would be here!”
I turn my head and try to see out, not seeing anyone walking past. “Kaylee, they’re not here. Calm down.”
“I swear that was Zayn’s hair, I’m not kidding!” She practically jumps out of her seat and is heading towards the door to go and find them.
“Kaylee, oh my lord, just sit down!”
“It was them!” She listens to me anyways and sits with her shoulders slumped, finishing her food.
When we’re done, we walk the way she thought the boys had gone, towards American Apparel, the sun warming our skin and the slight breeze blowing our hair back. We open the doors, searching through racks and racks of clothes, picking things out. When Kaylee walks to the other side of the store and I’m looking through a rack, someone runs into me.
“Oh, sorr-“
“My bad.” His blonde hair is perfectly done, and his accent is extremely thick. He turns around and raises his hand slightly before walking off, a dark curly haired boy joining him around the corner.
