Chapter 1 ~ Mr. Styles Himself
It all started when I found out my friend and I got tickets to go to the One Direction concert for my eighteenth birthday. Backstage passes even. My mom had a friend that worked at the venue. When my friend Morgan and I found out we were exstatic. My mum even rented us a hotel room to stay in after the concert for the rest of the weekend, the concert being on Friday evening!
*Day of concert*
"Yes mum. I promise to be safe and not do anything dumb. I promise to call when get there." My mum was already worried and we haven't even left the house yet.
"Bye girls. Have fun!" My mum was always a worrier. She didn't realize I turned eighteen today, and that I was no longer her little girl. We left the house a quater to eight, the concert starting at nine. Morgan and I loaded out suitcases in the car and we were off.
Carrides with Morgz were always fun. We blasted One Direction (Obviously) all the way to there. "So.. when are you and Harry getting married?" Morgan questioned, turning down Up All Night. You could faintly hear it.
'I wanna stay up all night and do it all with you..'
"I haven't even met him yet and your talking about marriage! When are you marrying Zayn?" I shot back.
Morgan just giggled and changed the song to WMYB, our favorite song by them. We knew we were there when their was a line of girls crowded outside the venue. We looked at each other and nodded, heading into the concert. Not knowing what lay ahead of us for the night.
To: Mum From: Sydney 'Just got to the concert. Call you when its over. Love you. Xxx'
Not even a minute passed before I heard a loud ping, indicating a text message.
From: Mum Be safe and have fun! Love you too. Xxx'
The concert was all Morgan and I hoped and more. It was amazing! Morgan actually started crying during Moments. She swore Zayn was staring at her all the concert. Now it was time to meet the boys. Eventually the concert died down and almost everyone was gone. I called my mums friend, Danielle who worked at the venue. It took about 3 rings for her to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Danielle,this is Sydney. Morgan and I are downstairs, ready to meet the boys."
"Okay. Take the elevator to the third floor, and I'll meet you there. Try not to faint, or fangirl too hard." I could practically hear her smile though the phone.
"We'll try." I said with a smirk on my face. The ride the third floor was about 2 seconds long and Morgz wouldn't shut up.
First floor.
"Hey Sydney.. you know we're about to meet One Direction right..?"
Second floor.
"What if Zayn doesn't like me?" I could hear the franticness in her voice.
Third floor.
"Morgan, chill. If he doesn't like you he must be blind and very stupid. Okay?" I pulled Morgan in close for a hug. Here goes nothing.
"Sydney honey! I've missed you! How's your mum?" Danielle greeted us at the doors, just like she promised. "She's fine. A little shoken up I think." My father died recently from cancer, and my mum took it the hardest, it only being me and her. That's why Morgan was my friend. She was my older sister, my other half. Danielle took a sharp turn and thats when I saw him. Them actually. But Harry was... just wow. He was even more gorgoues in person. His green eyes reminded me of rivers of green. He was absoulty perfect. "Danielle, who are these beautiful girls you bring to us?" Harry said looking at me, staring at me. Louis poked him in the arm after a while and Morgan elbowed me in the ribs, realizing I was staring. "Well Harry, this is Sydney and Morgan, my god daughter and her best friend. Have fun!" Danielle slowly strided away, winking at me and the boys. Louis ran over to me and tackled me in a hug. "Hi Sydney!" He did the same to Morgan. "Hi Morg!"
The boys took turnes introducing themselves and Morgan and I did the same. It really wasn't a suprise to us what their names were, being Morgan and I practically stalked them. "So," Liam said trying to start a conversation. "You guys just big fans or a special occiosion?"
"Well big fans.." I looked at the ground a blushed. Harry smile. Gosh, why does he have a spell on me?
"She's lying. It's her eighteenth birthday," Morgan said blutly. She always read my mind. I silently thanked her.
"Birthday girl huh?" Niall said in his cute irish accent.
I noticed Zayn was paying extra attention to Morgan. I was happy for her. The boys walked over to a small leather black couch. I sat next to Harry and Morgan next to Zayn. They were deep in conversation.
Harry put his arm around my shoudlers, showing me he took interest in me. "Follow me," he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Harry looked amazing in his plaid button down and jeans. He got up and I followed him like a lost puppy. He went down a flight of stairs and found another couch, this one red leather though. He sat down and patted the seat next to him, indicating me to sit next him. Then we talked. For hours. Harry and I hit it off instantly.
'Sydney, have I told you how goregous you look right now?" Harry's look right at me now.. I'm hypinatized by his sea green eyes. I blush. He lifts up my head with his thumb. He leans in and I do the same. I close my eyes. My heart is racing. It feels like a jack hammer. We were interupped by Zayn and Morgan, apparently trying to get some privacy too.
"What the heck?" Zayn says. Harry and I giggle.
"Well Mr. Styles.. I never knew you had that in you,"I say flirtingly.