Finally making a difference

When Peyton finds herself in a bad situation, she relies on her new friends the famous boy band One Direction for help. Letting go of her old life to live her dream. Realizing what is going on she reaches out to old friends and as many fans as she can. Over obstacles and victories, holding onto the old fangirl life is the only thing keeping her from drowning in drama and reality.


1. Finally


I finally had what I had always wanted: tickets to the Take Me Home 2013 One Direction tour. I spent all of my money on those tickets, with just enough left for bus fare to get to the concert. I couldn't let my parents know, though. They wouldn't let me go.


As I checked the clock it read 3:12 am. I opened up my window with my ticket and money. I stared at the ground.

"What that hell am I doing?" I said to myself, pulling my leg back inside the window.

"No, it's now or never" I said. I jumped out of the one story window and made a run for the bus stop. I waited in the cold snow bank for the bus when I saw a light turn on in the house. Panic ran through me. They couldn't find me.

"No no no no no no" I said to myself as the front door opened. The bus came down the street and I jumped on it. Not looking back even once to see if my parents had put 2 and 2 together yet. Just 4 hours on this but and I would be where I've wanted to be for the past 2 years. I didn't know what I was going to do after the concert, but I would worry about that later. I put in my headphones and got ready for the long ride ahead.


The tour was going by so quickly.

"Almost to Chicago!" I tweeted. Within a minuet it had been re tweeted over 100 times. I put down my phone and looked out the bus window. Every place was so different. I couldn't wait to see the people in this area of the world.

We arrived to the hotel and had little time to get ready before heading to the stadium for the concert today. Fans lined up outside of the hotel. We were already behind in time and sadly didn't have much time to take pictures with the fans. Rushed into the car by Paul, we left for the concert.

We got there and already fans were gathered up everywhere. Like herded cattle. It was weird to think that all of these people where here to see my band sing. Now we had some more time to see the fans. I loved seeing the fans, but I always felt bad for the people in the back who got here just a little bit to late. We signed CDs and paper, took pictures and got married a couple of times before being shooed backstage for makeup and all of that fun stuff.

Standing behind stage as our intro played the boys and I huddled up, all saying something cheesy before running on stage and giving these fans something they would never forget.


The bus stopped a few blocks away from the concert so i kicked it into high gear and booked it over to the front gates where security awaits. I got through and found my seat in the third row. It was crazy. I knew it would be crazy, but I never thought it would be this bad. I got my phone ready to record as the lights got dim. Everyone screamed as their little intro played, getting everybody so pumped up it was insane. I started fan girling just a little bit. 

The boys ran out on stage and I've never been in a room so loud in my whole life.  They started right away into their first song. Song after song they sang and sang. I cried, I laughed, I sang with them, I screamed. Then It came time for them to read some tweets. I hopped they picked mine...which they didn't. More songs and amazing moments later it was over. I sat down in my chair exhausted. I decided to wait and let everyone else clear out first. It took almost 2 hours of waiting around before I decided to leave. I grabbed my phone. My phone was the only thing I had. I stepped out into the parking lot where most of the people were gone.

I shivered, realizing it was mid February and I was in Chicago. I looked down and remembered that I was alone with no money, no anything. It took a while to sink in. I walked over to a wall where no one was and knelled down in front of it. I starting crying realizing I had nothing left. My phone started to ring and I looked down at it.

"Home" It said. But it was wrong. I didn't have a home anymore. I left everything behind and no way was I going back. I threw my phone as far as I could, watching it break into many pieces in the road. I put my forehead up against the cold wall as the tears streamed down my face, making myself even colder in the harsh winter wind. I could feel my face freezing and my hands turned purple. I heard a door close.

"Oh shit now someones gonna see me here like this." I turned around and stood up just to see One Directions flawless faces starring at me.

I starred at them like an idiot.

"Um...hi?" Said Liam.

"H...................hi" I said wiping the tears from my face.

"Are you crying?" Said Harry stepping closer.

"It's no big deal..i was just leaving and.." I started. Louis pushed Nial out of the way and ran right into me, wrapping his big, warm arms around me.

"If it's not a big deal then why are you crying?" he said. That was it. I burst out squealing and crying right into Louis chest.

"Oh your so cold! Lets go inside." He said leading the way back into the building.

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