It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)

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17. The Concert

We pulled up to where the concert is being played, and we got out, being attacked by fans. I smiled at a few of them, who respected us and didnt scratch and pick and touch us. I gave out high-fives and autographs for the few of my fans that were there. After a while, I stopped, I was here for the boys, not my career. I was here to support my boyfriend, and his bestfriends, and Molly's boyfriend. I walked past the rest of the fans, holding Louis' hand. I leaned into Louis, all the fans were practically killing theirselves to just touch us, and they were leaning close to me. Too close. I was used to it, but for today, and the rest of these two years, I am a normal girl. With my normal boyfriend. Louis noticed me leaning into him to get away from the fans, and pulled me all the way to him, I was stuck to his side like superglue is between us. I held Louis hand tightly, he gave mine a squeeze. We finally got to the end of the long line of fans, and into the concert area. I wasnt really sure about the name of this place, and I didnt care to look, or I'd have to lean into the fans. And they would probably rip the shreds out of my clothes and take my beanie... they've done that before. Louis and I walked into the room, and everyone cheered, they did the same for when everyone else came in. Danielle was with Liam, and Molly was with Zayn.

(for this book, we'll pretend that Eleanor and Perrie werent here... I dont know... I love them so much too. They're all perfect together! No hate.

I walked hand in hand with Louis, people reaching out to grab my free hand. I heard a few people cooing about me and Louis while we walked past, they were saying we were cute together and that I was so pretty and that Louis was so hot. I smiled at the attention, but I'm not pretty. Because I'm not perfect. I'm normal. Maybe some people listen to my music, and buy the things people make of me, and things like that.. but saying I'm pretty to my face is pretty much... well, not real. Louis gripped my hand tighter and we walked past the other mobs of fans with ease. We were just about to get into the backstage when a tall security guard stopped us. And when I say 'tall', I mean like 7 feet, huge muscles, a body-builder's-body. We both looked up to him, Louis gulped. This didnt look good to me. The guard allowed Louis to walk in then, and we both walked in, but the security guard stopped me.

"No stray fans allowed, little missy." He said in his deep voice. He wasnt British, either. He was American.

"Hey, buddy, she's mine. My girlfriend, let her through." I heard Louis say, he still held firmly onto my hand.

"Got something to say, little man? Wait, you're Louis Tomlinson, arent you? Okay, as you wish, sir." The security guard let me through, and I stepped through the big wall of a man. Louis hugged me tightly.

"That scared me babe." Louis said, while still holding me in a hug. 

"Me too... I didnt think he'd let me through." I said. Louis grabbed both my hands. I smiled at him, he smiled back. We do smile at each other a lot... I love it! He still had both of my hands, and he was looking at me in the eyes. Deeply

"I want you to wait here, and after, we can go out to a dance club with Molly and Zayn again. Sound okay, babe?" Louis asked me, still staring into my eyes, putting me into a trance. I smiled.

"Sounds great. Do Molly and Zayn know?" I asked. He smiled, and put one finger over his mouth.

"No, but they always want to come, dont they?" He asked me. I nodded. "Okay, I have to go onstage now. But, I'll be back in about an hour. If that security guard tells you to leave, or puts a hand on you, trying to make you leave, run onstage, and call my name. I'll beat him up. Within an inch of his life." Louis finished, smiling. I nodded, but he needed a real answer.

"I will. I promise." I said, and he smiled. Then he dropped my hands, lightly, and walked onstage, I heard a load of screams. I looked over at the security guard, Molly wasnt allowed in? She was out there, and she was crying. I had to do something about this. I was thinking about what to do, and almost a half-hour went by. I heard plenty of the songs they'd practiced, and I was still pondering over what to do about Molly. She was still crying. Did Zayn not help her in here? Or did he just not see her not allowed to come in? I was confused. I texted Molly.

Me: 'Molly, why you out there? What happened?!' She replied instantly

Molly: 'Zayn didnt see me not get in, he had to go onstage... Louis cares about you more than Zayn does about me.' I rolled my eyes at her answer.

Me: 'He didnt see you, dont blame him... wait until we get out, we're going somewhere with they boys. You'll feel better.' She smiled when she read the text and didnt reply. I took that as an okay. I waited almost another half an hour before the boys came back out, they were sweaty and they were all pumped up. Louis came over to me instantly, I wiped some of the sweat off of his face. He smiled, embarrased. I just smiled at him. He was fine.

"So they didnt kick you out, or try to?" He asked me.

"Nope. Guess they dont mind, what you say goes, but Molly didnt get to come in.... she was waiting out there. Zayn didnt see.." I said, pointing to Molly, freezing outside the door. It was sending cold air chills into the room. She was shivering. I saw Zayn over there, yelling at the security guard, but the guy wasnt moving. He wasnt letting her in. Louis was grabbing onto my shoulders.

"She's gonna be mobbed by fans!" I head Zayn shout. The guy just rolled his eyes and shrugged. I walked over, and Louis followed me, protesting that I go over there. I walked right over anyway. 

"Excuse me, mister, my best friend and Zayn Malik's girlfriend is out there freezing. Let her in! Please!" I yelled at the guy. He pushed me away, literally. He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me. I felt the floor slip from underneath me, and the breath break out of my chest. I fell over, almost knocking Louis over with me too. I hurt my ankle when I fell. I didnt fall over completely, Louis caught me, but I still hurt my ankle. I saw Louis' face getting red. All the boys were over here, and they were upset. But not as much as Louis was. I was watching, I couldnt get anywhere with my ankle pains this bad... Louis lifted his hands, and pucnhed the security guard in the face, right by his eye. The security guard backed off, running, after he almost fell backwards under Louis' punch. He ran over to me, and hugged me tightly.

"I dont want him to hurt you. Are you okay? Did he hurt you babe? I'm sorry I let him hurt you... I'm so sorry.." Louis was crying, and I felt so bad.

"He didnt hurt me, I hurt myself... I fell onto my ankle before you caught me.. It hurts pretty bad.." I said, Louis only buried his head into his hands, his shoulders were falling up and down slowly. He was really crying. I put my hands underneath his chin and lifted his tear-streaked face out of his hands. He was so beautiful when he cried.

"Louis, it's fine. I'm okay." I said, making him look into my eyes. He didnt smile, he didnt believe me. I'd hurt myself, thats that, he was upset now. I almost started crying.

"No, it's not okay... you're not okay. You hurt yourself, and I stood there and let it happen. I'm so sorry." He said. He just wasnt willing to forgive himself. "Can you even walk?" He asked.

 I tried to stand up on my leg. It hurt, I winced, but I stayed up. Louis started crying again. I put my hand on his shoulder, and used the other to gently wipe some tears from his face. 

 

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