Close to Perfect

Marie goes to a one direction concert and when an unfortunate happening turns into something amazing, her dreams come true. But what happens when her dreams aren't exactly what she expected them to be?


2. Real

I was in heaven. It was great. Great seat, great view. My friend didn't even get kicked out, she just had to go to her other seat. She told me to stay where I was. One Direction came out. They looked the same in pictures, but it was weird to see them in substance; real. 

After a few songs my throat started to hurt from screaming. None of them really paid attention to me, but I knew my chance would come when they came on the catwalk. I was right next to it. They finally walked out onto the catwalk and started singing Little Things. Harry sat right on the edge. Literally two feet away from me. The girls around me were screaming his name, but I was just enjoying myself. It was so nice. I felt someone's eyes on me during the song, and realized Harry was staring at me. I got excited for a second, but then remembered an old interview of theirs when Liam said they can't see any of the fan's faces from up on stage. He was just glancing in my direction, most likely. He scooched to the corner of the stage. Even closer. I reached my hand out and shouted "Harry!" once. His eyes shot in my direction, definitely seeing me. "What?" He asked. "I love you!" I shouted. He looked let down, probably because since that's what just about every fan says. STUPID STUPID STUPID. I could have said ANYTHING, and I chose the most stupid cliché thing. My mind just went blank when he looked at me, I wasn't expecting him to ACTUALLY notice me. I touched my silver lucky star necklace around my neck. Whatever. I tried. I'll try again. "HARRY!" no luck. "HARRY TOUCH MY HAND!!" I screamed at him. He looked over at me again. The girls on either side of me frantically trying to grasp for his attention, but with no avail. "I can't", he mouthed at me. What the heck is that supposed to mean? "WHY?" I screamed back at him. I was screaming as loud as I could, but I couldn't even hear myself. He moved closer to the edge of the stage, his bright green eyes locked on my hazel ones. "I'm not allowed to get off the stage!" He said quietly, but I understood him perfectly. He reached for my hand and I stretched as far as I could. Management started walking towards us to tell me to move back. I stretched as far as I could, and our fingers slightly brushed, before a man came and shoved me to the floor.

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