Last First Kiss

Adrianna and Grace are best friends and have been forever. Grace is a major directioner, but Adrianna doesn't like them at all. She puts up with them because her BFF is in love with them. One day a certain little incident occurs and Adrianna meets four English guys and one Irish guy. Things happen and more things happen that lead to drama and other things. Will Adrianna and Grace stay best friends forever, or will they be torn apart?


4. Meeting

Finally the concert was over! Not only did I not want to go in the first place, but then the whole time I had a super famous boy band staring at me. I just wanted to get home and go to bed, even though it was only 8:30.
Grace and I walked across the street to the car and climbed in. I had a major headache due to the loud music and having to overthink about the whole situation. I didn't realize it until now because outside was cool enough to make me feel better.
Grace inserted the key and twisted it. I heard the engine come to life and I knew even before we moved, I was going to have horrible motion sickness on the way home.
It must've showed on my face because Grace looked over at me concerned. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Oh, um. I just have a headache. I'm not feeling too good. I think I'll walk home. Being outside makes me feel better." I told her and unbuckled my seatbelt.
She reached over and grabbed my wrist. "Are you sure? Isn't it too far?"
"well, it's not too far because we were planning to walk here, but then we were gonna be late, so we didn't, but we were going to. Yes I'm sure I wanna walk." I said as I grabbed my coat out of the back seat.
She didn't seem very convinced, but I know she was going to let me go. "Well, just be careful,
okay? And call or text me when you get home. I prefer if you call, so I know it's you and not some
creepy psyco." She told me as she leaned over to give me a hug.
"See ya," I hugged her back and waved. I exited the car and she said, "bye" and waved back.
I started walking down the street and watched as her car rolled down the road past me. I know
I probably shouldn't be thinkingntoo much because of this stupid headache, but I couldn't help it.
Why had they all been staring at me? Was it because I was the only one not dancing and
screaming. Or did I have a really big pimple on my forehead? I Reached my hand to my face and
rubbed my forehead and carefully felt the rest of my face. Nope. All smooth everywhere.
I began thinking for about five minutes, and i wasn't really paying attention to where I was
going. I didn't notice the door opening up in front of me until I had slammed right into it and fell to
the sidewalk. I heard footsteps and saw shoes appear beside the door in front of my face. I
couldn't see who it was. Probably the guy who had hit me with the door. He leaned down to
examine my head, most likely seeing ifmi had any major injuries. The thing I saw first was his
hair, then those unmistakable green eyes. It was the last person I would ever think to see here,
other than George Washington or something. It was Curly, from One Direction. Man was he
attractive up close. I hoped he couldn't see me blush as I realized what I had just thought.
"All you alright, love?" he asked in an adorable English accent. He looked truly concerned,
which didn't really fit with all the terrible things I had thought him to be.
I opened my mouth to answer, and at first nothing came out. It was either because I was still in schock from the last couple minutes, or it had been a while since I had said anything, so my
throat was kind of clogged. Maybe a bit of both. Finally I was able to say, "Er, um, yeah. I'm fine."
I smile came onto his face and he helped me up.
"I'm terribly sorry," he apologized. I knew it wasn't his fault and I couldn't hold a grudge on
someone that adorable. So I just said. "Oh, it's okay. I'm a major klutz, so I don't think it was even
your fault." he again, smiled a beautiful smile and looked back. I followed his gaze and noticed
four more guys standing there. I, for some reason, felt a little embarrassed and started blushing. I
hope they couldn't see it.
"Oh, so the 'major klutz' is embarrassed of her accident?" the Blondie said with an Irish accent.
I wanted to get mad at him, but the way he said it made it obvious he was just playing.
"Niall, there's no need to make her feel more uncomfortable," I guess he had noticed my cheeks
become a darker red. "I'm Harry. This is Niall" Blondie waved. "Zayn," the one with black hair
waved. "Liam," the Bieber look-a-like waved, " and Louis" the one with shaggy brown hair came
over to me and gave me a big hug and said, "You alright Love? You took quite a hit there." I had
a feeling he meant for me to answer it, but I let it be a rhetorical question. Harry pushed him out
of the way and said, "We better get you to a doctor. You know, make sure you weren't hurt too
"Well, I think she was hurt pretty bad, considering it was Harry hitting her with a metal door,"
Niall joked. At least I hoped it was a joke. Though secretly I worried if maybe he did give me a
concussion or something. Well, I guess I'll find out soon enough.
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