I was not too sure how my best friend had gotten these tickets. You take one look at Aubrey, her purple-red hair, sweet demeanor, cute smile and you would not think she would ever hurt anyone.
And that is the most bullshit lie anyone can tell. She is persistent and will do what it takes to make someone else happy. That is why she's my best friend.
I was sitting at my mirror, putting on my make up when she called. I did not believe her at first then she said it again.
"Lover. I won two backstage passes to the One Direction concert. With an escort there and everything!" Aubrey was screaming into the phone.
My eyeliner fell from my hand, my face frozen in shock.
Tears of excitement and joy filled my eyes. I am going to meet all the boys in One Direction! I scream out of excitement then Aubrey's voice lowers.
"What is it?"
"Well… my sister likes 1D too and—"
"You would take you sister-that doesn't live here. Dumb. Hoe." I snapped into the phone and hear the giggles from Aubrey on the other end. I knew the ratchet hoe would take me without even having to tell me about it. "Come over!"
Aubrey agreed and hangs up. I finished getting ready. I decided on cat-eye eyeliner for the day, (brings out my light brown eyes) clip my curly, brown hair out of my face. I pull on my skinny jeans, struggling as they came up over my ass-a Latina ass, what can one do?
I heard Aubrey's car-Sheneequa-squeal to a stop in my driveway. Aubrey sprinted up the stairs and I meet her in the hallway, tackling her into a hug. We fell into a pile of giggles and screams. We get up and move into my bedroom.
"Tell me everything!" I screamed at her.
"Ok. Ok. Well. I was listening to the radio this morning. And like, they were saying that, like, call in for two 1D VIP background. And-and then I was like, 'Imma win these tickets' and I called within two seconds of the song that they were playing—"
"What song?!" I interrupt.
"What Makes You Beautiful and as soon as it played-you had to be caller number four-I waited two beats and called. THEN THEY TOLD ME I WAS THE WINNER OF TWO TICKETS." Aubrey ended in a scream and I joined her.
Day of the Concert
Aubrey pulled me from the memory of that day by asking me how I was doing.
"I am really excited but kind of nervous." I bit my lip in anticipation.
"I know, me too. But, what's the worst that can happen?" Her brows crunched together.
"Well… Th—"
"Ana. No. It'll be fine. The worst that happens is that we meet them and it is simply that. Best case scenario—you suck his dick…" Aubrey shrugged and gave me a suggestive look.
I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"It is a win-win." She patted my leg.
"Dumb hoe. I love you."
"Love you." She leaves to go finish her make up in the bathroom and turn up the music and I look back to the mirror finishing up my own.
A Few Hours Later
There was a honk outside and Aubrey and I looked out the window. There was our limo, waiting to take us to the concert and bring us home at the end of the night.
Aubrey had explained that the VIP tickets also secured special backstage passes—being able to meet the boys. Which I was rather excited for.
I had decided on my black short shorts, my turquoise tank top, and colourful bandeau. But, let's be honest, I did not forget my 'Getting Some Dick Panties'. My hair was straightened (though we all know it will curl by the end of the night). My eyes had cat eyeliner and my eyelashes lengthened by mascara.
I glance over to Aubrey. She is nervously chewing on her lip—her hair is straightened (which will probably stay that way). She decided on no eyeliner and simple gold shimmer eye shadow—but her eye lashes were fucking long from her mascara, framing her green-brown eyes. She was wearing short shorts and a black blouse.
Needless to say—we are looking hot. And I would be lying if I said we were not nervous as hell.
The limo pulled up to the venue and there were hundreds of girls screaming. Aubrey looked at me and I just shake my head. Ratchet hoes. There are a few girls our age but the majority are twelve and in their early teens.
More for us.
The driver opened the door and Aubrey and I share a look. She nodded to me and we both exit the limo—a security guard greeted us.
"Hey, my name is Paul and I will be watching after you ladies for the evening."
I smile knowingly. This is the boys' main security guard.
Paul began leading us through a few different rooms and hallways.
"Aubrey… I thought this was for after the show?"
Aubrey looked to me, "I don't know." Her voice was a whisper. I bite my lip.
"Um-Mr. Paul, why is that?" She looked to me as she speaks.
"Well, the boys like spending time with the contest winners." He smiled softly over his shoulder. My eyes widen and all of my stomach was filled with butterflies.
The boys and Harry Styles want to spend time with us? Aubrey gripped my hand. She knew my feelings towards all of this.
Paul knocked on the door, "The radio contest winners are here."
I looked to Aubrey, "How's my hair, make up?"
"You're chillin'. Me?"
"You are good."
A face poked out the door-I recognize the face immediately-Louis. His smile was huge, "Brilliant! Come on in ladies!"
I feel like I am about to throw up from excitement—or scream.
Or both-yup.
Both.
Aubrey gestured for me to go forward. I take a deep breath.
"Come on then! Nothing to worry about!" I recognized Liam's voice.
"Yeah we don't bite!" Niall's voice.
Zayne yelled, "Well Harry might!"
I giggle.
"Oi! Only a bit!" It is his voice. My heart beats faster. I walked into the room and there are all of the boys—lounging and eating.
"Aren't you ladies pretty?" Liam speaks up and Aubrey and I blush and mumbled out thanks. I purposely keep my eyes from Harry.
"Not as pretty as me though." Louis winked at us. I cannot help but roll my eyes and laugh again while the guys scoff.
I steal a glance at Harry and see him gazing intently at me. I advert my eyes quickly and hear him chuckle softly.
"I am Aubrey." Aubrey did a little wave as she introduced herself.
"And I am Ana."
"Well ladies—nice to meet you." Louis came up to shake our hands, then Zayne, then Niall, Liam, and finally Harry. He shook Aubrey's hand first and then comes to me.
My breath is shallow and my eyes meet his gorgeous green ones. His smile is sweet. I smile back, his handgrips mine.
"Hi, I am Harry." His accent voice came out in a husky tone-just above a whisper.
"Ana." I said in a soft voice.
"Pleasure love."
"Likewise." I noticed Aubrey conversing with the other guys but I couldn't focus on the content of the conversation.
His hand squeezed mine softly before finally letting go—I feel as if I can breath properly again. However there was something pressed into my palm. I look at my palm and there is a note.
When he had written that—I don't know.
There were two words, scribbled out in his messy, boy handwriting, making my heart stop for a moment.
'You are beautiful. ;) –hs xx'
I couldn't stop the grin that took over my face.
