1. The Move
"Marie!" my mom yelled from downstairs of our new house. "come finish carrying these boxes up for me!" she was eight months pregnant with my soon to be little brother. I walked down the stairs and grabbed the rest of the boxes and headed back up. I took them to my mom and dads room. My dad walked in with some of the heavier boxes. I asked my mother if I could go drive around and check out the neighborhood. I just turned sixteen a month earlier. And had my license. She let me, so I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. We had moved to London, England. Mostly because that's where I have always wanted to live. I came from America, so it was a big change, considering cars and roads. So of course, I got lost. I called my dad to come find me. "I'll try. Are you near anything I can use to help me find you?" he said. "Um... A big arena with a bunch of people outside. It looks like a bunch of girls." I replied. "alright. Im on my way." he said, hanging up the phone. I watched the group of girls to see what they were waiting for. Then I noticed most of them had shirts with One Direction on them. I wanted to scream when I realized what was going on. I was a huge fan of One Direction. I had fallen in love with Niall. His beautiful Irish accent and gorgeous blue eyes made me melt. I had forgotten the boys were going to be in London this weekend, because the move was so stressful and took up all my time. So I decided to take this opportunity while I had it. I wanted to meet them. I got out of the car, and walked over to the crowd of screaming girls and nudged my way in between some of them so I could see what was going on. Next thing I know, there are five gorgeous boys walking past us towards the backstage arena doors. My eyes met with Niall's and he smiled. I giggled a little and just watched the boys walk in. Right before he got all the way past us all, Niall turned around and looked at me again. I just stood there and stated into his eyes for what seemed like decades. But what was really just a split second later, he was pushed in the doors by security. I ran back to my car and closed the door, crying. I screamed and kept crying. I couldn't help it. I had just seen the boys in person on accident. And Niall James Horan looked me in the eyes twice. That doesn't just happen to a girl like me. I called my dad back and told him not to worry about coming and getting me until later. I didn't want to miss the chance of seeing them again. So I started my car and decided to become a stalker. I drove around the parking lot, and then back behind the arena. Looking for the tour bus. I just wanted to use any chance I had of having a conversation with them, to my advantage. I wanted to cry when I couldn't find it, but I did find a garage door in the back. So I assumed the tour bus was in it. So I sat and listened to their album in the car until it looked like the concert was over. I couldn't handle missing any chances. So I got out of the car and ran to the arena entrance. I walked in and saw a bunch of girls outside begging security to let them into the main part of the arena where the boys performed. I made the mistake of walking into the bathrooms to check my hair an make up, because it was full of crying girls. I rolled my eyes and walked back out. I was about to give up when I saw a table being set up with five chairs and a full set up for a signing. Was this for tonight? Or were they just setting up for later? I asked one of the men setting up some small gates when the signing was. "after the concert tonight" he said smiling. "are you staying for it?" he asked. "I guess so" I replied. "good" he said. I waited outside for a little while longer and then a huge group of girls began walking out and towards the gates. So I thought about what I wanted to do. "First in line or last?" I thought. "last." so I stood back and let everyone get in a huge line. I sat down against a wall and watched the boys come out. Everyone began screaming and crying and I just started shaking. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want the boys to know I was crying. So I kept myself calm. The line kept getting shorter, so I decided to stand up and walk over to the table. The boys were lined up: Louis, Zayn, Harry, Niall, and Liam. I didn't have anything for them to sign, so I grabbed one of the posters they had for us to use if we didn't bring anything. I handed it to Louis, he signed it, and I asked for a hug. "sure!" he said giving me a hug. I asked the rest of the boys too, and they all hugged me, until I got to Niall, and I couldn't breathe. I just stared at him, wanting to pass out. He looked up at me smiling, then his smile dropped. He just looked at me for three or more seconds, then looked back down at the paper. "could I hug you?" I asked giggling. "uh, sure!" he said smiling. "what's your name?" he asked me. "Marie. I'm 16." I said giggling again. "cool." he said. I panicked. "could I give you my number?" I asked, getting embarrassed. "if you want to!" he laughed. So I grabbed some paper out of my purse and wrote it down. I handed it to him and walked to Liam. He signed my poster, gave me a hug and whispered "I'll make him call you" my eyes got huge, and I almost cried. I ran to my car and cried. I pulled out my phone, and called my dad. He eventually came and got me, and I just followed him back home. I walked into my room, and fell asleep.