Kiss and Tell

Emily just thought she was going to your average One Direction concert.
Emily just thought wrong.

Emily's 18, and when she and her best friend Jenny turn up to a 1D concert to find it's cancelled, they aren't pleased. All too fast, they're sharing a hotel with the boys, and Jenny's changed. Drastically. They discover parites, clubs, drugs and fame. Jenny's going off the rails, hitting headlines for the wrong reasons, though she's not the only one making mistakes. Emily gets pregnant, oblivious to who the father is. Let's just remember not all stories have a happy ending, and where there's love, there's drugs, and where there's drugs, there's guns..


1. The Concert

My fingers tighten round the tickets, hanging on for dear life. No way am I about to lose them when we're this close. Jenny slips her arm through mine as a hectic fan girl almost knocks us to the floor.

"I never expected it to be this busy!" She whispers. "There's like five-hundred people here or something!"

She's not even exaggerating. A strong finger taps my shoulder, and I flick my head round, blonde hair sticking to my face. My eyes meet a small woman who looks as though she's in her thirties. Her plump arms are filled with tacky One Direction merchandise. I'm pretty sure my eyes might throw up when I spot a fluffy pink wand thing with Harry's face plastered on.

"Would you like to buy some things girlies?" She says, smiling. "I bet you're excited!"

My mouth twitches, and I plaster on a great big fake smile. "We are very excited, miss, but have no interest whatsoever in your plastic crap." Okay maybe that's a bit harsh. Her face twists into a frown, and her eyes turn to ice. As some silly little ten year olds come rushing over to buy something, she immediately puts on that "smile" again, and uses the same line as she used with us.

"Come on," I say, dragging Jen through the crowd of over-emotional-fans to the ticket guy. As the line gets shorter, and we get closer to the very One Direction, I feel my heart start to race. I don't even realise it's our turn. Oh damn- did he just say something?

"What sorry?" I say, looking sheepish.

"Ticket please," the Ticket Man says, rolling his eyes. I search around everywhere for my tickets. Where the hell are they?!?!

"Oh my god, Jenny, where are the god damned tickets?!" My fear rolls into her face too. "We had them a second ago," I say to the ticket man, desperation and tears filling my eyes. He gives me that look you give someone when you think they're stupid, and pulls a set of tickets from my fingers. I feel relief and stupidity flow through my body. "Oh."

"Do you think you'll be able to find your seats or d'you need help with that too?" he says, not even joking. I sigh, and brush past him, into the huge arena, filled with hundreds of seats. Okay, I actually start to consider going back and say I do need help finding my seats, but I force myself not too. Jenny pulls me along an aisle and smiles. "Here we are," She says, flopping back into her fold out seat as more girls spill into the arena. I raise an eyebrow and stare at the seat hesitantly. Is this definetely the right seat? I'm really not up to having a fight with some crazy fan girl. I shrug and sit down. Oh my god, I think. This is it. I am really actually about see One Direction in concert. As minutes fly by, the arena is full, and I'm left sitting next to an overweight woman who reeks of sweaty cheese. I join in with the girls that are clapping and jeering for the band to come on. After a while I begin to wonder whether they are actually going to come on or not. Then I find out for real. Liam runs on stage waving and trying to smile, but the guilt is overwhelming him. We all hush, a part from the girls at the front, screeching like birds with excitement. He cuts them off.

"Um, hi..." He starts, itching the back of his neck akwardly. Where's the rest of the band?! "I can tell you're all excited...but..."

"BUT WHAT?!?!?!" I can't help but scream like a mad woman. Well, you can't get any more mad than the woman occupying almost three seats  next to me. The big metal walls make my voice bounce back. My voice rips through the arena, and everything's silent. We're all waiting, but we all  know.

"Um...I'm afraid...we can't the show..tonight," he mumbles into the microphone taped to his face. There's a silent shock, then bursts of tears everywhere. "Awwh man," Liam says, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. I jump out of my seat and run right out the arena and round the back, my teetch crunching together. Stupid boys. Ruining my 18th. Suddenlys I bump into something and fall back. Or someone. I look up from the concrete and meet the boy's eyes. Niall.

"YOU IDIOT!!" I yell at him. "You ruined everything.."

He looks hurt. "Zayn and Harry can't sing," he says, his Irish voice slurring the words. "Lost their voices."

"Can't they mime?" I say, raising an eyebrow. I've caught him out.

"Look, it'"

"So much for loving the fans," I spit. He offers me a hand and pulls me off the ground, and when I stand, we're so close we can feel each other's breath. For a moment, I love it. The feel of his warm breath tickling my lips, his sea blue eyes staring into mine. The way his dark blonde hair flops across his forehead is adorable. Then I shake myself. What am I doing?! I knock  off his hand. Did we just have a "moment"? I'm pretty sure we did. "Oh my god," I laugh at myself. "I'm an idiot." Niall smiles, and butterflies erupt like a nuecliar bomb in my stomach.

"Let me drive you home," he offers, and I nod sheepishly, completely forgetting about Jenny. Well you would too, if Niall Horan offered you a ride home, right?



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