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One direction imagine
Title: A night I will never forget
I stared at the screen of my lit up phone. My boys, one direction, had finally landed in my town.
I sighed to myself as I looked over at my mirror, remembering that I still had to apply my make up.
Yes, I was excited to see them, as I had been a fan of them since I was 12, they had grown up with me, always there when I needed them. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that this night would be disappointing.
Whenever I daydreamed of going to one of their concerts I always made it so that I would somehow impress them, making them want to get to know me more. Deep down, behind the hope, I know that scenario will never happen.
I shut the door behind me, assuring my mother that I can walk by myself to the arena, since we had gotten a hotel down the street from it for the night.
When I got inside and found my seat, after much confusion, I looked around, taking it all in. It wasn’t dark yet, and I had gotten there quite early, so the arena was pretty empty, allowing me to see just about everything.
I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures for the “before it was crazy packed” scene.
Then I waited.
Hours later and the lights finally went out, it was dark now, and the screams got louder.
My 4 boys walked out onto the stage, and even though I couldn’t see them perfectly, I smiled the biggest smile I had ever made.
They were here, right there, in front of me. The boys that I have dreamed of seeing for 4 years, they were finally right in front of me.
All the times that I had been told that I would never meet or see Niall, Liam, Harry or
Louis outside of a screen, none of it mattered, because they were all wrong.
The song “clouds” sounded and I immediately started singing along, looking from them to one of the screens on either side of the arena constantly.
The last song of the encore ended and I felt a wave of dread wash over me.
Tomorrow they will be in a different state, maybe even in a different country. They will go back to just being a picture on a screen, a memory that I will never forget but one that they will.
My heart felt empty, I didn’t want them to go. I reluctantly followed everyone else out of the arena and into the open.
I decided not to go back to the hotel quite yet, I was feeling dizzy and dehydrated from all the screaming and singing, so I started on my way to quickly go get something to eat.
It didn’t take too long for me to get lost.
I stood there on the sidewalk, looking in all directions, unsure of what to do, when I heard a voice.
“Hey, you ok?” it asked.
I turned around, finding myself face-to-face with Harry styles.
“I-I’m lost” I said, wondering if I was dreaming.
Niall, Liam and Louis suddenly appeared next to him.
“Harry, what are you doing I thought we were going to-” Liam’s eyes landed on me.
“Hello!” he smiled at me.
I wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. Was this actually happening?
When I didn’t respond Harry chipped in again.
“She said she’s lost”.
“Well where are you headed? We could probably get you there” Liam said.
“I um, I don’t know. I didn’t think I would need to know” I nervously laughed.
“You don’t remember the direction you took?” Louis asked.
“No..well yes, I think I know how to get back from the arena, but I’m feeling lightheaded from the concert, and I’m trying to find a place to get food or at least a water” I replied.
“Oh! You were at our concert, how was it? Did you like it?” Niall asked happily.
“Yeah, it was great” I laughed once more.
“We were actually gonna go and get some food ourselves, would you care to join?” Liam asked with a genuine smile.
This has to be a punk, am I getting punk’d?
“Really? You don’t mind?”
“No not at all” Harry said.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t buy any merchandise, because I still have the money that my mom gave me” I joked.
They all laughed, honestly probably out of kindness though, and then walked me to the diner that they were headed to.
We all sat down, and talked.
We talked about the concert, their songs, myself, and even those 2am questions.
I felt so safe and content around them.
I ended up needing to take a box of leftovers back to the hotel, if I ate anymore I swear I would have exploded.
After dinner we all scrambled into their car.
When we were parked outside of my hotel I said goodbye to my boys, and finally, it all hit me.
How I had actually met them, my dream of 4 years finally came true. Those mornings when I would wake up after dreaming of meeting them and feeling my spirit practically die out of despair, they didn’t mean anything at this moment.
I hugged them all one by one and cried, I tried so hard not to, but I wasn’t strong enough.
“I love you” I whispered before I left.
I took out the key card from my purse and slid it into the door, heard the click, and swiftly opened it.
I looked over to the beds and found my mom already asleep.
I walked over to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and showered, allowing the hot water to sooth my aching head and body.
As I combed my wet hair, my eyes flickered over to the box of leftovers.
I popped open the box and smiled at the writing on the inside cover.
“Hello! It’s us, one direction, thank you for accompanying us to dinner. We hope you had a great time at the concert and we’re glad we met you, you are truly one of a kind.
P.S: Niall thinks you’re cute
Harry, Liam, Louis and Niall”
I placed my hand over my mouth and felt tears prick at my eyes.
Nico comes out to meet him when he pulls up. She gives him a big dimpled smile and her green eyes glint behind her hair.
Nico: Hey, Joël! Woah, that’s a serious-looking camera. I thought you were just going to take a few snaps with your phone.
Joël: I used to be a professional photographer. I’ve got a few half-decent cameras.
Nico: Really? I’m impressed.
He follows her inside, his hangover reignited by the deafening orchestra of squawks and barks and yowls. He does his best to ignore it.
Joël: Taking pictures of things behind glass is tricky. It takes a bit of work to get the lighting just right. And the front surface of glass can act as a mirror to reflect light from behind the camera back into the lens…am I boring you yet?
Nico: No, not at all. So why don’t you work as a photographer anymore?
Joël: Everyone’s a photographer these days. There’s no money in it.
Nico: You should do things for love, not money. I certainly don’t work here for the money.
Joël: It’s not just that. It’s a bit hard to find inspiration sometimes. And also, there’s practical considerations. Like paying bills? And I dunno…not starving?.
Nico: You have a point So, you work at a bar too? Abby said that’s where she met you-
Joël: I’m a bar manager at The Sands. I’m working this afternoon from 4 till midnight. Otherwise I’d ask you out.
Nico: Really? Where would you have taken me? If you weren’t working?
Joël: I’d take you to a nice restaurant for dinner, then we could take a stroll along the beach, and then maybe if we’d had enough wine with dinner and it was warm enough and late enough and deserted enough we could go for a moonlight skinny-dip-
Nico: Forget it. I don’t like the sound of that at all.
Joël would have thought she was joking if red spots hadn’t appeared on her cheeks.
Joël: Of what? Skinny-dipping? I’m joking. It was just a joke. Don’t be offended. I’m sorry. What about the restaurant part and the walk along the beach part? How did that sound?
Nico: Those parts sounded good.
Joël: Okay, so if we go on a date we’ll just do that. Can we kiss like we kissed at the Festival?
Nico: We can kiss. But no skinny-dipping.
Raj: Maybe she’s got body issues.
He’s dropped into the bar ostensibly to have a drink after working all day, but really to hear about Joël’s night with Mia. But Joël only wants to talk about Nico.
Joël: Maybe. All I know is she’s got my head spinning around. One minute she’s hot, the next minute she’s cold…
Raj: So she’s into playing games. She’s bad news whichever way you look at it. Forget about her. So what happened after you and Mia got back to your place-
Joël: I can’t forget about her. Did I tell you about her eyes? They’re this incredible green colour, like…like if you held one of those green beer bottles up to the light-
Raj: Her eyes could be rainbow coloured with solid gold lashes and I wouldn’t really care. What the hell happened with Mia?
Joël: She agreed to go on a date tomorrow night, anyway. So hopefully-
Raj: Who did? Mia?
Joël: What? No, Nico did. Duh. Haven’t you been listening?