Dear One Direction

I look back at the boys, who give me supportive smiles and thumbs ups.

"okay, I'm going to skip ahead okay?" The crowd say 'alright.'
I close my eyes, taking a breath.
"You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down.
but wait,
you tell me that your sorry never thought I'd turn around,
and say.
That its too laaaate to apologize, it to laaaate. It too laaaate. OOOH, oh. " I open my eyes and look at the silent crowd. I look back at the boys, who's mouths are dropped to the floor.

Then I hear the clapping, the whistles, the screams. Niall comes up as take my left arm, Louis takes my right, and they both raise my arms up in the air, then bring it down, bowing.

"Don't think you're off the hook," I whisper to them. They laugh. The rest of the boys, Harry, Liam, and Zayn, come and say goodbye. They say goodbye to the boys, but not as loud as they say goodbye to me. ME!

I begin to leave the stage. A hand catches my wrist.

"Where ya going," Zayn asks me.

"I thought the concert was ove-"

"Georgia Rose, you didn't think we would let you leave us without coming to spend time with us, right?" He says in a 'duh' tone.

"I guess not," I say, following him and the boys backstage.

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