All These Little Things
Chapter 1: The Concert
Screaming. That's all I could here. Endless amount of screaming filled my ears as I slowly walked into the arena. The arena where they would be preforming. Why was everyone acting like this? Screaming non stop to see five British guys that they probably didn't even know 5 years ago. Famous is what they are, too famous for a girl like me. I knew that this was my shocking reality. I knew and accpeted that I would never have a chance with these boys so why couldn't the other girls accept it? Yes, I still love them and still would love to go to their concerts but it still amazes me that people take it so far to see them, to see One Direction.
This concert was so intense and it hadnt even begun. The screaming was enough to almost change my mind about ever buying these tickets. But I couldn't leave. I told myself that one concert and that was it. After this concert, I would say bye to the boys, forever. This wasn't healthy for me, for anyone in that matter. I told myself I wasn't going to become like some of these girls, crying whenever they walked by, constantly harassing them and their girlfriends. Don't get me wrong, I love everything about them but I have decided that enough is enough.
The lights got brighter and that made the screaming intensify. We all knew what was coming next and as if on cue, the boys rose slowly from the stage. Everyone, except me, screamed with lungs I thought only existed on someone that was about to be murdered. I clapped and mumbled under my breath, don't let these boys get to you, you need to get over them, you don't want to turn out like the rest of them. I let out the occasional "I LOVE YOU" just so I wouldn't die from holding all of the excitement in.
"One Concert... That's it." I said to myself.
They surveyed the area, taking the time to admire their fans. They all had humongus smiles on their faces, which in return made me smile, smile the biggest smile I have ever smiled in my life. They preformed many songs, and every single one I sang along to.
During little things I swear Niall looked directly at me, no, directly in my soul. I looked around making sure he wasn't staring at some one behind me but when I turned back, he winked at me. Niall Horan winked at me, me a very unattractive 18 year. I told myself not to get all giddy. He for sure wasn't looking at me, I mean what was there to look at? I'm short, fat, and no one ever found me attractive so why on earth would Niall Horan find me attractive in the least bit of ways? I still liked the thought of it and continued to sing along to the rest of Little Things. Unfortunately, their concert ended. Everyone took their time leaving the arena. I had to use the restroom and it sure didnt help when everyone else was taking their sweet time leaving.
I walked into the restroom and did my business and walked towards the sink so I could wash my hands and face. I stood their, just looking at myself and kept saying in my mind "no one will ever find you attractive you fat fuck" the thought of me being so terribly mean to myself made me start to cry which turned into bawling. I bawled for a good ten minutes and told myslef that it was time to leave before they kicked me out. I walked out the door, trying to hide my face but doing so made me bump in to someone.
"Uff." He said with the cutest accent ever.
"So sorry! I guess I should start watching where I'm going." I said, still not looking up to see who it was I bumped into. It took a minute but I finally stopped wiping the tears and realized who I bumped into. Niall Horan. He gave me a half smile and started to reply.
"No worries love. Wasn't your fault. If you don't mind me asking love, why are you all puffy looking?"
At first I thought he was making fun of my weight and when my eyes started to tear up at the thought of him making fun of me, I realized what he really meant. He wanted to know why I was crying.
"Oh! No reason really." I said which was a complete lie. Great, off to a nice start lying to a very cute Irish boy! I was also very surprised at myself for acting very calm about the whole running into Niall Horan.
"Love, no lies. I really want to know. Don't cry! Seeing you sad makes me sad and believe me when I say love, I reeeaaallly don't want to be sad infront of you."
"It's not really something I want to bug you with." I replied truthfully and he gave me a very dissapointed look. I caved in when he game me the puppy dog face. "Long story short, I don't think I'm pretty in the least bit of ways."
He looked crushed at this point, as if I stab something deep into his heart.
"Don't talk like that love. You make me upset. You're beautiful whether or not you choose to believe it. If I didn't think so, I wouldn't have winked at you."
He said the last part as if I had said the most hurtful word ever to have existed and he was heart broken. This is why I loved the boys, they care about their fans and make them feel special. He made me feel very special just now. I began to blush. He smirked and said "See, I told you you where beautiful."
This made me blush ten times more. Did he really just say that? Did Niall Horan just say I was beautiful? I didn't know how to reply.
"NIIIAALLL!!" I recognized that sweet raspy voice. Harry.
Niall looked utterly dissapointed.
"Here love." Niall grabbed my hand and wrote something down. I was still in shock that he called me beautiful, seeing that no one else thought so.
"This should come in handy later."
He kissed my hand and said "Bye for now, love."
Too much for me going on at once! I couldnt take it! I had just told myself that I needed to get over the boys and they go and do this to me?
"B-bye!" I stuttered, this was all too much for me to handle! First being called beautiful, then he wrote something down on my hand, and then kissed my hand. I needed to go home and slowly take this all in.
This concert was so intense and it hadnt even begun. The screaming was enough to almost change my mind about ever buying these tickets. But I couldn't leave. I told myself that one concert and that was it. After this concert, I would say bye to the boys, forever. This wasn't healthy for me, for anyone in that matter. I told myself I wasn't going to become like some of these girls, crying whenever they walked by, constantly harassing them and their girlfriends. Don't get me wrong, I love everything about them but I have decided that enough is enough.
The lights got brighter and that made the screaming intensify. We all knew what was coming next and as if on cue, the boys rose slowly from the stage. Everyone, except me, screamed with lungs I thought only existed on someone that was about to be murdered. I clapped and mumbled under my breath, don't let these boys get to you, you need to get over them, you don't want to turn out like the rest of them. I let out the occasional "I LOVE YOU" just so I wouldn't die from holding all of the excitement in.
"One Concert... That's it." I said to myself.
They surveyed the area, taking the time to admire their fans. They all had humongus smiles on their faces, which in return made me smile, smile the biggest smile I have ever smiled in my life. They preformed many songs, and every single one I sang along to.
During little things I swear Niall looked directly at me, no, directly in my soul. I looked around making sure he wasn't staring at some one behind me but when I turned back, he winked at me. Niall Horan winked at me, me a very unattractive 18 year. I told myself not to get all giddy. He for sure wasn't looking at me, I mean what was there to look at? I'm short, fat, and no one ever found me attractive so why on earth would Niall Horan find me attractive in the least bit of ways? I still liked the thought of it and continued to sing along to the rest of Little Things. Unfortunately, their concert ended. Everyone took their time leaving the arena. I had to use the restroom and it sure didnt help when everyone else was taking their sweet time leaving.
I walked into the restroom and did my business and walked towards the sink so I could wash my hands and face. I stood their, just looking at myself and kept saying in my mind "no one will ever find you attractive you fat fuck" the thought of me being so terribly mean to myself made me start to cry which turned into bawling. I bawled for a good ten minutes and told myslef that it was time to leave before they kicked me out. I walked out the door, trying to hide my face but doing so made me bump in to someone.
"Uff." He said with the cutest accent ever.
"So sorry! I guess I should start watching where I'm going." I said, still not looking up to see who it was I bumped into. It took a minute but I finally stopped wiping the tears and realized who I bumped into. Niall Horan. He gave me a half smile and started to reply.
"No worries love. Wasn't your fault. If you don't mind me asking love, why are you all puffy looking?"
At first I thought he was making fun of my weight and when my eyes started to tear up at the thought of him making fun of me, I realized what he really meant. He wanted to know why I was crying.
"Oh! No reason really." I said which was a complete lie. Great, off to a nice start lying to a very cute Irish boy! I was also very surprised at myself for acting very calm about the whole running into Niall Horan.
"Love, no lies. I really want to know. Don't cry! Seeing you sad makes me sad and believe me when I say love, I reeeaaallly don't want to be sad infront of you."
"It's not really something I want to bug you with." I replied truthfully and he gave me a very dissapointed look. I caved in when he game me the puppy dog face. "Long story short, I don't think I'm pretty in the least bit of ways."
He looked crushed at this point, as if I stab something deep into his heart.
"Don't talk like that love. You make me upset. You're beautiful whether or not you choose to believe it. If I didn't think so, I wouldn't have winked at you."
He said the last part as if I had said the most hurtful word ever to have existed and he was heart broken. This is why I loved the boys, they care about their fans and make them feel special. He made me feel very special just now. I began to blush. He smirked and said "See, I told you you where beautiful."
This made me blush ten times more. Did he really just say that? Did Niall Horan just say I was beautiful? I didn't know how to reply.
"NIIIAALLL!!" I recognized that sweet raspy voice. Harry.
Niall looked utterly dissapointed.
"Here love." Niall grabbed my hand and wrote something down. I was still in shock that he called me beautiful, seeing that no one else thought so.
"This should come in handy later."
He kissed my hand and said "Bye for now, love."
Too much for me going on at once! I couldnt take it! I had just told myself that I needed to get over the boys and they go and do this to me?
"B-bye!" I stuttered, this was all too much for me to handle! First being called beautiful, then he wrote something down on my hand, and then kissed my hand. I needed to go home and slowly take this all in.
@pennyiswildforniall
Thanks so much! I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope it made you feel some what better about yourself. that's all I wanted with the outcome of this story: to let girls know that appearance has nothing to do with the beauty you hold inside. :)
12/8/13