On September 26, my best friend Taylor, had just won 3 tickets to the One Direction concert. I wasn’t as big of a Directioner as Taylor and Libby. Taylor was in love with Harry and Niall while Libby obsessed over Liam, Louis, and Zayne. I, myself, didn’t care for any of them. They were good singers, but not my style.
When Taylor and Libby asked me to go, I couldn’t say no. It was Taylor’s birthday and I was her best friend, since kindergarten! I grudgingly went and they were dressed up in One Direction t-shirts and jewelry and all sorts of things. I was wearing Miss Me jeans and a white blouse with a hot pink cami and pink accessories. When I noticed we had front row seats, I chuckled and waited for the concert to start.
20 minutes had passed and the smoke began to form. The band was playing and I heard the girls scream as a voice said, “Whose ready to rock!?” I looked up, and just as I did, a brunette with dark green eyes locked with mine and his smile took my breath away as he sang “That’s what makes you beautiful” to me and pointed at me. I didn’t even know which one he was and yet I couldn’t help myself but to feel like butter.