You're my serendipity. I wasn't looking for you. I wasn't expecting you. But I'm very lucky I met you. ~~~ When Hope causes a fuss at a One Direction concert, she ends up in a place she wasn't expecting, only not under the same conditions as she would've liked.


2. chapter 2

         "Stay here for a minute. I'll be back with my manager."

         I obey the man and stand in a hallway foreign to my eyes. I'm assuming i'm backstage somewhere, because I've never been here before.

         I'm left alone for about 5 minutes before I start to get bored and, therefor, curious. I notice there is a mirror a little bit down the hallway and decide to adventure down there. Ew. That's all I can say. My hair is just plain wild. The loose curls that were once nice and classy are now little wringlets forming around my head. Oh the perks of having naturally curly hair.

        "Hello i'm the head manager." I hear a voice call from down the hall. "Are you the one that caused the riot?" "I wouldn't say a riot, but yes I suppose that's me..." I reply. "And why exactly are you here?" He snaps. "I wanted to watch One Direction? What else would I be here for?" I ask kind of sassy. "Look its clear you only came here for attention, and we have no choice but to-"

         "Lads take it easy on her!" No it can't be. "She didn't mean any harm." I'm scared to look but i'm even more afraid of not finding out. "Niall... she's causing disruptions." Niall??? As in THE Niall??! "Niall nothing! It's not her fault! We've all been there!" the voice from behind me argues.

         Quickly turning around, I spot my fear, and my most amazing dream. The one and only, Niall Horan literally standing 10 feet away from me. "So what do you expect me to do?" The manager asks angrily, obviously annoying by Niall's stubborn personality. "Just let me take her to get cleaned up, then i'll decide." Niall says. The manager rolls his eyes, but ultimately approves and walks and talks into his little microphone thing.

         So here I am standing face to face with my biggest celebrity crush, and the actual love of my life. Now what? Do I introduce myself? Do I apologize? Do I thank him? I cannot make a fool of myself in front of him, so instead I say nothing.

         "Here, you can come back here with me, and... freshen up." My face immediately turns red. My hair is a mess, my clothes are soaking wet, and my legs are covered in mud. This is not how I was supposed to meet the imaginary love of my life!


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