Up All Night:One Direction-Chapter 2-Concert Time

By the time I woke up, Melody was already dressed and ready to go. She was the one that woke me up, as well. I was a bit shocked, well she must be really excited, like I am.

I run to my closet, giggling. I quickly take off my pj's and put on a black pair of skinny jeans and a red, stripped shirt, which might have been a dress; I wouldn't wear it as a dress, anyway. I spun around, smiling. I turn to Melody, who was putting on make-up.

I shook my head; make-up was never my thing. It makes a girl look uglier, than prettier, in my opinion. Plus, I want a guy who loves me with his heart, not his eyes. I grab my chapstick, which is the closest to make-up I can get, and put a layer of Sprite chapstick on my lips.

Before, Melody finished with plastering herself with make-up, I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the car. The posters were already in the car; we wouldn't want to forget those, now would we?

I pushed her into the passenger's seat. Closing the door, I act a pout escaping her lips. I rolled my eyes; she'd get over it when we get to the theatre. I slip into the driver's seat, and start the car. My heart felt like it was going to explode.

To be honest, I've always kept my eyes on Harry. He was the one that stood out on the X Factor. Yes, I watched the X Factor, at what, 2 in the morning? Yea. It was absolutely worth it. Every second of it.

I would go to bed right after dinner, set my alarm for 3am, and go and watch it online. I could've waited, but I needed to see Harry perform again. His voice was amazing. I even voted a few times. It cost me quite a lot, but who cares?! It kept Harry from being eliminated, and every vote counts, right?!

When Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn had to chose between forming a band, or being elminated, I was so happy Harry could keep singing. I would be heart broken if he chose not to become a band member with the other four.

That's when my heart skipped a beat; I couldn't believe I never paid attention to Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Liam. How could I be so stupid? They all had amazing voices. Voices I could never get out of my head. Ever.

Each time they performed, I turned up the volume and stared at my TV screen. When I knew the song, I sang along. They were amazing, and I was hoping they would win, and get signed with Simon, and become famous and tour all over the world, letting the rest of the world see how amazing they are.

"Rose!" Melody yelled at me. I quickly turned off my thinking hat, and came back to the real world. 'Turn or we'll... Oh my gosh. I see the bloody tour bus!" She shrieked.

I stepped on the gas pedal, speeding over to the parking. I quickly parked and ran towards the tour bus, waving. I had a strange feelign someone was watching me. One Direction might be watching me.

As the thought ran thoughout my head, I blush a lot. My face went red, literally. My feet stopped working, and I feel to my knees. I was weak to my knees. "Wow.." I whispered to myself. I looked down, noticing I fell on the road.

Melody turned around, probably looking for me. She screamed, "Get up! There's a car coming towards you! Rose!" Tears were streaming down her face.

My head turned around. I tried getting up, but my legs were still unable to work. I closed my eyes, and cried silently. Good bye. Hopefully One Direction will remember me, if they noticed me at all.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I was picked up. The car stopped and the driver ran towards my savior and I. I opened up eyes, crying. My eyes were puffy and red. I looked up to my savior, smiling.

He wipped my tears away, "Be careful, sweetheart," He said. He had a british accent. Woah, no way. British accent?! You don't hear many british accents here... I must be dreaming!

I blinked a few times, seeing a clearer image of my savior. My heart stopped. Literally. I blushed some more; I was right, a member of One Direction was looking at me. And that someone happened to be Harry Styles, my idol.

I pressed the palm of my hand on his cheek. I moved my lips to his other cheek. My lips gently pressed against his warm skin. A strange feeling ran though my body. A feeling I haven't felt in a long time. A feeling I never understood.

Love. I just feel in love with Harry Styles. Now Harry Styles from One Direction, but Harry Styles from the United Kingdom. I pulled my lips away from his cheek, our eyes met for a bit.

"Harry Edward Styles, hurry.." The Irish accent died down. I'm pretty sure that was Mr. Niall James Horan. He makes a lot of girls here horany. See what I did there?

"What might your name be?" Harry asked me, caressing my cheek. His hands were soft; the Zayn was right, Harry's hands are soft.

I didn't mean to, but I placed my hand on his hand, which was still caressing my cheek. I nuzzled my cheek into his hand, closing my eyes. "Rose." I giggle. A turn on for Harry was giggling.. I wonder what kind of feeling in running though his body. I open my eyes again, smiling. "Thank you for saving my life. How can I ever repay you?" I asked, staring into his beautiful eyes.

He removed his hand from my cheek; I almost reached out, not wanting his touch to leave my skin. Harry stood up, his hand reached out for me. I placed my hand, gently, on his. Our fingers wrapped around each other; another feeling ran though me. It was a feeling I never felt. Ever. I didn't even know it was. It was like our souls knew each other. Like they were longing for their bodies to touch.

"Nice to meet you Rose," He said, smirking. He helped me up, our graze never broke. "You can repay me by being in the front row, so I can look at your pretty face." He winked. "Then brag out you to the other lads about how beautiful you are."

I melted on the inside. Harry winked at me. He wanted me to be in the front row, which I already am, so you didn't have to kick out a pair of fans, which would make me feel bad, and I'd have to refuse the tickets, which might break his heart, causing our souls to cry, well at least mine. He also called me beautiful. Could this day get any better? I'm pretty sure it can, but who knows? Only Harry does, because I'll be the one waiting for his move, not the other way around.

I'm way too shy to make a move. I'm sure he can; I know he can't keep his feelings bottled up inside, unlike me. I don't tell many people how I feel.

I smiled, blushing a lot. I was probably like a tomato.. Tommo.. Louis.. Where was Louis? Wasn't he usually by Harry's side? Maybe Harry told him to stay put, or something. Paul, their manager, probably forbid Louis to leave. I opened my purse, smiling. I dug in my purse, until I found a carrot. My fingers laced around the carrot, a soft giggle escaped my lips.

"I already I front row tickets, so you don't have to worry." I paused for a second, "And that also means you get to see my friend and I at the Meet and Greet tonight!" I was practicly bouncing, probably looking like a total idiot. Eh, I want a guy to love me for the real me. The one that is stuck inside me, and only escaped when I'm happy or excited, and right now, I am. "Can you also give this carrot to Louis? I'm sure he'd be happy to be munching on a carrot, again." I laugh, grinning.

Harry's eyes shined; her must be really happy. "That's great! I'll be sure to give you a hug at the Meet and Greet," He said, winking. I placed the carrot in his hand, smiling. "Of course. Lou is going to be really happy. He was going to help me talk to you, but Paul told him to stay put." A soft sigh escaped his lips.

I was right, Paul did make him stay behind. It was worth being made fun of when I was in middle school. I was made fun of for two reasons. One was because I was over weight. I had to change that, so I started at the end of seventh grade, and it was all worth it. Eating less than I should (but I didn't starve myself or vomit) , become a vegan (I still am) , and playing tennis everyday I can. The other reason was, I was smart. I was prctically advanced in everything, so it was like I was a grade higher than I should be. I was the youngest in my grade, which made things even worse. I even started writing novels, and I still do. Today, people don't make fun of me, anymore. I'm proud of myself.

Melody ran up to us, grinning. "Thank you for saving her, Harry. I don't knwo what I would do without her!" She cried.

One thing that always made me pissed, was Melody trying to steal someone from me, like she is now. Look at her? She's a lot prettier than me. She has long brown, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her lips were really full, and her make-up just messed everything up, which made her look as pretty as I am, without make-up. To me, make-up screws up a girls' pure beauty.

"Yeah. No problem." He told her, forcing himself to smile.

Now that's a first; someone not liking her. Wow, point for Team Rose! Still 50 to do to catch up to Melody. She was kinda a slut, but oh well, I still love her as a friend. I've known her the longest, and she's still amazing, when it comes to everything but love.

But maybe all this stealing boyfriends was a test. A test to see if the guy would truely in love with me or not. If that theory is true, all the over guys were worthless and wouldv'e broken my heart. Harry was different. If he was truely in love with me, I might be the one. The one he'd marry and live with until death, where we'd meet again.

Now, if the soul thing was true, we'd fall in love when we are reborn, and the entire cycle starts all over. Like Romeo and Juliet. They had an undying love.

When I think about it, if Harry and I are both in love with each other, we might be just like Romeo and Juliet, making us be the new Romeo and Juliet story, and making my soul theory true.

There was so many things that could happen, so much information I gathered to make so many theories, that might never get a conclusion.

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It was finally time for the Meet and Greet.

During the time I almost died, and now, Harry got Melody and I backstage passes. We got to hangout with the others, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn. I had a good feeling Louis and I would become best friends. We had a lot in common, like we both like wearing strips and red. Oh, and lets not forget a great sense of humor. I was now the classclown in school, just like Louis is now.

Melody and I wanted to be last so we can get more time with the boys. Well, I wanted to be last, Melody wanted to be first, but when I told her we could talk with them longer than others, she was totally up for it.

When it was finally our turn, I was grinning like the Chesire Cat. I opened my purse, trying to find something. When I found it, I pulled out six amazing drawings. Five were all of the boys, one on each paper, another was a drawing of them together. The last one was my favorite. It was a drawing of Larry Stylinson. I handed them out, and their mouthes dropped open.

I drew the boys as anime characters and on the back was a realisitic version of them. I did that for al the drawings. It took me months to complete all the them, mostly the realisitic ones.

"Will you teach me how to draw like this, oh amazayn one?" Zayn shouted.

I laughed when he said, 'Amazayn'. My laughter stopped, when his question ran though my head. I never thought I'd teaching Zayn my drawing skills. My day got even better! "Of course I can, Zayn." I laugh, again. "But I warn you, Melody over here will be by my side the entire time, watching you, and your every move." I told him, in the creepiest voice I could talk in.

Zayn's eyes widened, in shock. Melody was staring at me like, What the hell?!

"I'm kidding." I told him, putting on my straightest face I could, before bursting into laughter. Louis joined me, a few moments later. "Anyway, do you guys reall think they're good?" I asked, getting an immeditate answer.  Their answer was nodding, saying yes.

"Please go right, and find your seats." The security guard told us, grabbing our shoudlers.

"Bye guys!" Melody and I said in unison, watching the guys wave.

We got ushered to our seats, and we waited for the guys to become back in our sight. An idea popped up in my head.

"Chant with me, Melody!" I shouted to her, "We love One Direction!" We chanted. Soon, the entire theatre was chanting it. All of it was because of me.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed down, and Liam began to sing the first verse of WMYB. I sang along, but my voice stopped when I saw Harry sing. He was singing it directly towards me, like he was the entire concert. Every time it was a sad song, he stopped facing me, telling me, it wasn't meant to be for me, but to the others who broke his heart in the past.

When the concert ended, we cried. It was the last time we were going to see them for such a long time. I'll be charising the moments I spent with Harry.

As I walked to the car, tears were streaming down my face. I took out my phone and went on twitter. I had an iPhone 4S, so it didn't take long to get on twitter, even though it was my  last app I had and it takes forever to find.

On twiiter, #MysteryGirl, was trending. I clicked on it, noticing pictures of Harry saving me and me kissing Harry's cheek. My eyes widened in shock. I read through the tweets. They were all such kind tweets and they made me really happy. The tweets said things like:

#MysteryGirl is really lucky. I wish I was her. xoxo

#MsyteryGirl must have a hold of Harry's heart. She better not break it... doesn't look like she will, though..

#MysterGirl ...  Who are you? Reveal your amazing self (; xx

I told Siri to read all the tweets about #MysteryGirl. Tears filled my eyes. The Directioners all over the world were amazing. They haven't sent me any hate, yet. I know that once they find out who I am, hate will come rolling to me.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring. It was a text from a friend. The text said, 'Hello MysteryGirl Lucky duck! You need to tell me everything! Promise I won't tell anyone!'

I texted her back. Her name was Skylar, and we were like sisters. I texted her what happened.. well I told Siri what to text, so less work for me.. Haha.

When we got home, my phone was exploding. It was all about me being MysteryGirl and stuff. I shut it down, sighing.

I ran to my room, screaming. Screams of joy. That sounds really odd, doesn't it? I slipped into my pj's and went to bed, dreaming about seeing them again in the morning. I hope dreams come true!

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Like I said, this chapter was going to be much longer, and it is! So do you guys like it? :3 Tell me what you think of the chapter! I love all the comments and things like that! Next chapter will be up soon~

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