How did I end up here? I did not want this to be the way I spent my Saturday night. No, I'm not being tortured or killed or even hurt. No, this is MUCH worse. I am standing here in the middle of thousands of screaming 12 years olds. ............. at a One Direction concert. Please kill me now. Sadly, this is where my story starts. I know, pathetic. But this is the story of how I became Niall Horan's Fake Fat Girlfriend. Ok. NOW you can kill me.