Unexpected Love

When Anna walks through a wrong door, will it end up being the right one? Find out in Unexpected Love.


2. Wrong door. Right Direction?


At the concert

"Oh my gosh!" i yell to Amber as we drive down Panther Parkway to where the arena is.

We start to blast "Stand Up" and start to sing it awkwardly.

Windows down, music up. Oh yeah.

My hair blows in the wind. 

"They're all so hot!" She says. I secretly have a soft spot for Harry though. His curly locks  and his eyes. Oh a girl could get lost in them. His smile is so enticing. His lips are so soft. You just want to kiss them in the rain at midnight.

"I know!"I reply back.

As I tilt my head out the window, I spot the arena and realize that they are inside the building, here in Florida. It's unreal.

We pull up to the line to park the car in the parking lot to the side of the arena. After waiting for a spot for about 10 minutes, we finally find one close enough the front of the arena.

As we approach the line, we notice that the "line" isn't just a line. It's a crowd of screaming girls waiting to be called Mrs. Styles, Mrs. Payne, Mrs. Horan , Mrs. Tomlinson and Mrs. Malik.

Some of these girls wore 1D glasses and shirts, but my friend and I dressed in skinnys, a crop top, a crossbody purse and a few 1D bracelets and necklaces. 

We wanted to look cheeky, just in case we saw the boys. :)


Finally, after waiting hours to reach the door, we hand out tickets over to the ticket-checker. 


We're in! 

As we walk throughout the arena, we find a secret door. Who knew what it would lead to.

"Want to enter the door?"I ask

"I guess?" Amber replies back in a worried voice. 

As we open the door , other doors follow, leaving us undecided on which one to go through. We ended up choosing the white door on the left, two doors down from the original one.

As we "troll" through the hallway, we hear a familiar British voice. 

"Get out, get out , get out of my head." we hear.

"I'm getting out of here." Amber says, scared, yanking my hand with hers.

"I'm staying. Please stay! And if you don't want to, then you can leave." I say in a hushed voice.

"Ok. Good luck." She replies and gives me a slight smile and walks out the door.

I walk toward the voice. I think I know who it is. I see some bathroom lights and stop as I see a curly head of hair facing the mirror. I must not let him see me.

"You don't know you're beautiful." He sings in a hushed tone while flipping that luscious hair.

He takes a step back, I take a step forward. 

He looks into his mirror and stares into it, smiles and walks in my direction.


I start to turn around to face the door to get out of here before he sees me and then I turn around. Bump! 

"Oh sorry," I say keeping my head down and pushing my hair out of my hair.

"Hi." he says in his cheeky british accent and lifts my head up to face his.

I melt. 

He gives me a slight smile. We just stare into each other eyes for a moment.

"I'm sorry I'm in here I-"

"Shh. it's fine. I enjoy visitors. It gets lonely back here." he finishes my sentence.

"Where are the other boys?"

"They get ready separately and then we meet before the show starts."


"And you are?"

"I'm Annalisa"

"You know, you're so beautiful." he compliments me.

I blush and smile at him.

"Taking a word out of your song? Really?" I say, teasing him. I smile.

"I mean it ."

"I'm just joking. It's romantic."


"Yeah. I love that about you."

"I love your eyes"

"I want to kiss you."

"Wish granted."

We get closer. Closer. Closer. Suddenly his lips start to touch mine. The he pulls away, hands me a slip of paper, and offers me a smile.

Then he "struts" off into the hallway to meet up with the other boys. He looks back a few times and those times I smile. The he disappeared. Part of me said to follow him, part of me said to go to the concert.

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