Irresistible

A beautiful story about a fan finally getting their chance with the boys of One Direction. I don't want to give anything away, but please comment, like and fan! :) <3

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1. A Strangers Plea

 

Payton’s POV

                As I sit in the hotel room, I just pity my own sad and miserable life. I know I should be thankful; Bridget’s parents brought me to Connecticut even though I don’t have tickets for the concert, but I just couldn’t wrap my mind around what is happening.

                My best friends Bridget, Cali and I had been planning for almost a year to go see a concert together, but when my parents saw how much the tickets are for Bridget and Cali’s row, they said I have to raise the money myself, and I couldn’t raise enough in time, I was devastated, broken up and basically dying inside. But things got a little better when Bridget’s parents still wanted me to join them on their week vacation in Connecticut. They said we are going to New York too, when the boys perform in Madison Square Garden.

                I didn’t want to intrude, but they insisted. They offered staying at the boys hotel all day in the chance of seeing them, going out to dinner at their hotel, honestly, they offered me a good time of stalking my favorite boys in the world. I am in love with five boys, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne. After a couple weeks of persistently begging me to join them, I finally accepted, and the worst part of the trip was occurring at this very moment.

                As I sit in the hotel room across the street from Mohegan Sun, I wallow in self-pity. I check Instagram, nothing. I check Twitter, nothing. I look at the clock, 9:30. The concert should be getting out any minute, so I decide to throw on my coat and cross the street; in hopes maybe I’d hear their voices in their ending song or something. I throw my khaki colored coat over my pink and white plaid shirt and white jeans with brown boots, and set out the door.

                I walked about three blocks to the arena, and checked my phone again. I had a few texts from Bridget’s, videos and pictures saying ‘Wish you were here!’ and such. I appreciated it, but it honestly just would make me sadder to watch them, so I shoved my phone back in my pocket, when I heard their voices.

                I could just barely hear the boys speaking into their microphones, they were laughing about something. I lost it, and decided to find where I could hear their voices the loudest. I crept around the side of the building, as I could hear a bass line playing, hard and strong. I recognize it immediately, it’s “What Makes You Beautiful”. I smile to myself and lean against the wall of the back of the building, just barely able to hear the diction of the words, but knowing each word, syllable, and letter by heart.

                Soon the song was over, and I am about to walk back to the front of the building, when a door slammed open about twenty feet behind me. Confused, and worried I was in trouble, I turned around quickly, only to see five boys surrounded by seven body guards being swiftly escorted to a limo. I recognized them easily; it was the boys I dream of every single night. I don’t want to bother them or be annoying, so I just raise my arm and wave.

                I can’t see the details of each of their faces, but I see two or three hands rise up and wave back at me, and I feel tears prick in my eyes. They might not be able to see anything about me, or even remember me ten seconds from now, but they’ve seen me, and I guess that’s enough to make me the happiest girl in the world.

                But as I hear screams and screeches and squalls behind me, I realize that a wave just isn’t enough for most of our crazy fandom.

                Before I can even move an inch, a group of over 400 girls with posters and One Direction T-Shirts are sprinting towards me. I’m delusional enough to believe a girl standing in front of those 400 girls was enough to make them run around her, but then I come to the realization that I am the only thing standing in between them and the boys they are in love with, and that they have that crazed look in their eyes that only crazy Directioners can get, and then the world slowed to slow motion.

                The girl out in the front looks like the leader of a war, with a crazed look in her eye and a creepy smile that looks like the jokers. She has a poster that says “NIALL + JILLIAN = <3” on it, and she’s wearing a Niall T-shirt as well. She was moving faster than any of the other girls, but I’m so scared I can’t move. The girl pushes me aside, and I stumble but stay fairly balanced on one foot, until the second girl pushes, and then I fall. I feel sets of feet on my stomach.

                I feel each and every foot crushing me a little bit more; I feel warm, wet blood pouring out of god-knows-where, and my brain is growing so fuzzy that I can’t count how many feet are on top of me now. I see a light in front of me; it’s shining brightly and causing me to forget everything else. Life is suddenly beautiful and happy and it’s just moving forward again as normal. Is this what death feels like? Crazy, bloody, scary, and then peaceful?

                Suddenly I’m moving, but is it me or my soul? Am I going to heaven? Will I meet Elvis and Whitney Houston? The light starts fading though, slowly into a glow, blinding my eyesight. I’m still moving through the air though, and I start hearing noises again, my eyesight still paralyzed though.

                I hear screams, but among them I hear “Can you hear me?”

                “Are you okay?”

                “Sweetie please speak up,”

                “Keep your heart beating.”

                Those were the last words I heard before the world went black, and I could feel my heart and brain begging me to stop trying, but because of the desperation in the person’s voice, I kept my body fighting. I had to focus on moving my heart, pumping what blood was left through my body, and keeping myself alive.

                But the world around me was black as night, and silent as a ghost, and I couldn’t understand. No comprehension, no understanding, everything was gone. When would it be coming back?

 

                

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