Stole My Heart

Liz, who absolutely despises One Direction, is forced to go to a concert with her best friend. When Harry Styles takes her phone onstage, her whole life is turned around.

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1. Kill Me Now

 

“Are you almost done?” I groaned at my best friend, Charlotte. I was sitting at the edge of her tub waiting for her to finish her make-up.

“You can’t rush perfection!” she sang. I rolled my eyes and shifted the position I was sitting in.

“Why can’t you tell me what this big surprise is anyway?” For weeks she has been planning a “big” surprise for my birthday. I don’t know how exciting a birthday surprise can be in the small, shitty, town we live in, but I know she has put a lot of effort into this. I can’t help but be a little bit excited.

“Alright, I’ll tell you! We….are going to see…One Direction!” Charlotte squealed. I couldn’t believe that she had gotten me concert tickets. My best friend, of all people, knows that I absolutely HATE One Direction. I never understood what all the fuss was about. Their music is mediocre and they aren’t even that hot. They’re just another boy band!

She picked me up off the tub and twirled me around her tiny bathroom. I tried to glare at her but she was so happy that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You do realize that there is no way I am going to see this concert!” I would rather wipe my ass with sandpaper then go to a One Direction concert.

“You are most certainly going! I don’t care if I have to drag you there! I even got tickets to a meet and greet!” shouted Charlotte. Oh joy, now I get to meet them, could this day get any worse.

“Fine, I’ll go. But it’s only because you’re my BFF and this band makes you so happy. Just a friendly reminder that it is MY birthday.” I guess I‘ll just have to suck it up and go with her.

“You’re gonna have a blast, I promise! Now what are you going to wear?” She sized up my outfit and rolled her eyes. I looked down at my white v-neck, jeans, and red converse.

“This is what I’m wearing.” I said. I didn’t give a crap about what I wore when I met one direction.

“I don’t have time to argue, but we are putting a little make-up on you.” I allowed her to put makeup on me because to be honest I needed it. It wasn’t that I was ugly, but I wasn’t exactly drop-dead gorgeous. I had too many freckles on my face and my dark brown hair was always super frizzy. Everyone tells me that my eyes are a brilliant emerald, but I think are the same color as Oscar-the-Grouch.

Charlotte straightened my hair, put eyeliner, mascara, pink lip-gloss, and a little bit of blush on me. I always loved when she did my makeup because she was so good at it! In exactly fifteen minutes we were out the door and on our way to the stadium.

 

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