This is our fate

My friend Marie is completely and utterly obsessed with this brit-irish boy band that I think is called One Direction. When she wins tickets and back-stage passes to their concerts in England; She drags me along on one of her many adventures. The only reason I'm going is because their's a Irish boy in the band, and well, I'm Irish. Maybe he speaks Gaelic. When we meet them we could talk about people and they would never know, maybe I would have fun on this little trip.


2. Chapter 2

Dana's p.o.v

Of all the most inconsoderate bastards I had met in my life, Zayn Malik was on the top of my shit list.

'I'm in a british boy-band and I have girl all over the world in love with me. I sing with 4 other guys and spend every waking moment with them.'

Please tell me how that doesn't sound gay? I was heated. I needed to blow off some steam. I pulled a t-shirt over my head and went to a nearby pub. I planned on drinking...A lot. 

I only had 3 pints and the alcohol was already taking a toll in my system. I stumbled to the door and back into the hotel. With my luck, I had to into Zayn, didn't I?

"Woah, looks like you've had a little bit too much." He chuckled.

"Get your hands off me!" Which actually sounded more like "Getch chur hints of me" I stumbled into the elevator and pressed what looked like a 6. I pulled out my room key and attempted to unlock the door like 15 times.  When I finally got it I fell into the room and onto the floor.


I woke up to the sound of the shower running. I grabbed my head and groaned. I felt like my head was about to explode. I crawled to my bags and flung open my carry-on. I searched for aspirin and pulled out 4. I knocked them back and swallowed them dry. I leaned against the bed and rested my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. Jesus, what did I do last night? I don't even remember. I got up and strained to find my balance. I walked into the bathroom and threw up everything I had. I felt a hand on my back and Marie took my hair out of my face.

"What happened last night?"

"I don't know." I leaned against the shower and closed my eyes.

"Well, I was going to go sight-seeing today, but you're hung-over."

"I'll be fine. I just need a shower." I started to take off my clothes. I felt comepletely comfortable around Marie naked. I mean, we aren't angels. We've both had out bi-sexual moments. She's like my girlfriend, but she's not. We kiss sometimes, and hold hands. But nothing nore than that. We've tried things, and lemme just say, girls are better then guys.

"Okay, I'll pick out your outfit." I loved that she was definately the most girly between us. I let her have her way, no sense in arguing with her sense she'll probably win anyways. I turned the shower on and stepped in. The hot water felt so doog against my skin. I washed up but I still had that bitter taste in my mouth, I wrapped a towel around me and grabbed my tooth-brush and gave my mouth a good scrubbing. I was feeling a lot better then I was 10 minutes ago. I brushed through my hair and blow-dried it. I straitened it and applied some make-up and walked out of the bathroom. Marie was sitting on her bed looking at her phone. I walked past her and looked at the outfit laid out on my bed. It wasn't cold outside, but it wasn't warm. I pulled on the skinny jeans she set out and put on the see-through, orange chochet tank top. I put my white blazer over it and I hated to say this, but she basically dressed me. If it wasn't for her, then I probably wouldn't have had all those one night stands I have. The quarter sleeve blazer showed off the perfect butterfly tattoo I had on my forearm. I looked hot today. I slid on my white toms and I was ready.

"Let's go." I smiled at Marie and we got up to leave the hotel. I put the room key in my wallet and we were gone. We walked around everywhere. I had a great time, as much as I hate to admit. We were walking down the street and back to our hotel when some guys were walking up to us.

"Hey baby. How'd you like to go out tonight?" A tall, cute one asked.

"I would, but I don't appreciate when guys call me baby before they even know my name. It's wierd." I smiled at him and we started to walk away but he grabbed my hand.

"Ughm, excuse me bitch, but you can let me go." Let's just say my mouth has no filter, it's part of my crazy personality.

"I don't think so. You're coming home with me tonight." 

"I don't fucking think so, get your damn hands off me."

"Get your hands off her! You asshole!" Marie yelled. One of his friends gripped her so she couldn't move.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP US!" I yelled but one of them covered my mouth,

"Get your hands off them mate." A thich Irish accent said from behind us.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do?" The guy holding Marie said.

"Just let them go so this doesn't have to be harder then you're making it." Someone with a british accent said. Someone must've mouthed something or whispered something because the guys let us go and they ran off.

"Thanks." I said rubbing my wrist.

"You guys shouldn't be out this late. Especially in downtown London." The one with the Irish accent said.

"Oh my god! You're Liam and Niall!" Marie yelled running over to them.

"I'm so sorry for...her." I laughed.

"It's no problem." I'm assuming Niall said. He was looking at me funny...It was kind of creepy. Liam on the other hand, was absolutely stunning. His smile caused my entire world to come crashing down.  His brown eyes met my gaze and I looked to the ground. I blushed a deep shade of red, and I hoped he didn't notice. He had the cutest birthmark on his neck. His hair was perfect; It was pushed up in the front. His looks made me literally want to cry, he was so perfect.

"Well, we've got to get going." I pulled on Marie who was engaged in conversation with Niall.

"Are you guys coming to our concert tomorrow?" Liam asked. Shit, I completely forgot the concert was tomorrow.

"Yeah!" Marie practically yelled.

"Okay, see you there." Liam and Niall smiled before walking away. We went into the hotel and into our room.

"What kind of seat did we get for the concert?" I asked while changing into my pyjamas.

"FRONT ROW BABY!" She screamed jumping up and down.

I was actually excited to go, I could see more of Liam. And I could talk to him backstage. Ohmygosh. I must've been daydreaming cause Marie snapped me out of my thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?"

"N-nothing." I stuttered.

"I think you like Liam." She smiled at me.

"No I don't." I said convincingly.

"Okay, if you say so." She stuck her tongue out at me and laid back on her bed. I chaged in to my pyjamas and fell asleep dreaming about the concert.


"GET THE FUCK UP YOU CHEEKY BITCH! WE'VE GOT TO GET READY FOR THE CONCERT!!!" Marie yelled into my ear. I didn't expect to go half deaf until tonight, but she sped up that process.

I glanced at my clock and it was 1. The concert was at 5. Who in the hell takes 4 hours to get ready.

"Why the hell would it take anyone 4 hours to get ready for a concert?" I groaned.

"Becauseeeeee!" She dragged out the  'e'. "We need to look perfect when we meet them so Louis would notice me and love me!" She was jumping up and down.

"Okay, I'll get up. I'll get up." I pushed her away from me and sat up. I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. I grabbed a towel and turned to Marie. She was skimming through all her One Direction shirts.

"Pick out something for me while you're at it. Just make sure it doesn't have any One Direction on it. okay?"

"Okay!" She smiled and went back to looking through her shirts. I got in the shower and cleaned up. I made sure to shave. I got out and put on deoderant. I walked back into the room and Marie had my outfit settled, but was still looking for hers. I changed into the clothes she set out for me, which was a grey crop top that had a black owl on it, it perfectly showed off my mid-riff. And black skinny jeans. I let my hair hang strait over my shoulders. I put on my make-up on then made my bed. I glanced at the clock and it was 2:30. If Marie wasn't ready by 3:30, I'm leaving her ass.

She had on her black skinny jeans (Haha twinning) and a grey shirt that said 'Niall & Zayn & Liam & Harry & Louis' on it. I was thinking of my brother Niall. I missed him so much. I thought it could be...but no. My brother Niall had brown hair. She had her hair curled and her make-up was perfection. She was skinnier than I was, she had no love handles sticking out the sides of her jeans. I was so jealous of her. I glanced at the clock and it was 3:20, great he had enough time.

"Okay, let's go so we aren't late!" I yelled at her.

"Calm your tits Day!" She yelled walking towards me,

I pulled into the parking lot and there was girls. Everywhere. None of them were in line to get it though, so they must be those people who wait outside of concerts because they can't get in. Marie and I got in line and were inside he huge arena in no time. It was far from empty. More screaming girl everywhere. If I wasn't deaf by the end of the concert, I'd definately be surprised. 


It was finally time for the concert to start, I thought the noise would dim down a bit, because they would want to hear them singing but nope. They only got louder. Being in the front row, I could see everything going on backstage. Before the boys got on stage they all gave eachother hugs. One even kissed another on the cheek. They're so gay, I swear. They started to sing and I was less than interested. I was glaring at my phone while all the sc

Sreaming fan-girls around me beat out my ear drums. I went through a full hour of this. A hour. 

"COME ON WE HAVE TO GO SEE THEM NOW! I CAN'T WAIT COME ON!!!" Marie grabbed my hand and pulled me from my seat. We ran backstage and flashed our passes to the security guard. He let us through and we waited in line to meet the boys.

"I CAN'T WAIT I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO PEE!" Marie screamed at the top of her lungs. We kept nearing the front of the line and Marie couldn't stay still.

"Next." The security gaurd said.

"OHMYGOD!" Marie screamed.

"Calm down." I rolled my eyes at her and we were let into the room.

"Hi, I'm Marie. And this is Dana, or Day." She smiled at pointed to me.

"Oh yeah! We met yesterday!" Liam, Niall and Zayn said.

"We met two days ago!" Louis said.

"I've never met you, hello love. I'm Harry." Harry stepped in front of me and pulled me into a hug.

"Personal space?" I asked.

He let go and looked at me. "Anti-affectionate?" He laughed.

"No, I just hate people." I laughed.

"Hey sassy pants." Zayn chuckled.

"Hey dick face." I know it was weak, but It was all I had.

"Woah, what's going on between you two?" Louis asked.

"Oh, asshole over there thought that because he's in a world known boy-band he can just kick anyone out of the pool when he feels like it." I smirked.

"Watch your mouth!" Zayn shouted.

"If I were you I would lower your tone." I said, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Zayn yelled.

"I'm Dana mother fucking Williams." I snapped my neck. He was pissing me off.

Niall's p.o.v

"I'm Dana mother fucking Williams."

Dana? It couldn't possibly be...It couldn't possibly be Dana, MY Dana.

"Dana? An bhfuil go bhfuil tú?" (Dana? Is that you?) I asked standing up.

"What did he just say?" Marie leaned over and whispered into her ear.

"Niall?" She was getting tears in her eyes.

"Okay, what's going on here?" Liam asked.

I walked over to her and pulled her into a hug.

"Long lost girlfriend?" Harry chuckled.

"No." I shook my head and grabbed her cheeks.

"Ní bheadh ​​daidí lig dom dul i dteagmháil leat!" (Dad wouldn't let me contact you!) A tear was glistening down her cheek.

"What the hell is going on?" Louis asked.

"This is my long lost sister, Dana." I smiled at her.

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