“Please, please, please listen to me. Guys, I really can’t see him.” I beg to the girls. “OKAY, enough Carter. Quit acting like a child. You know this is a ONCE in a lifetime opportunity and you’re blowing it for us.” Amy says while letting go of my jacket sleeve. “I’m tired of dragging you like a little kid at a store who wants candy. You either shutup and let us do all the talking or loosen up and have fun. You’re such a buzz kill sometimes.” She whispered that last part. I felt like she just slapped me in the face. “Amy! Stop being so pushy. Look, what Amy is trying to say is that we really, really, REALLY want to meet One Direction. If you could just THIS ONCE be happy for us. Things like this don’t happen to us.” says Sunny. I seriously can’t believe they said all that. Did they even stop and think why I didn’t even wanna go? No, because it’s always about them. “Okay, whatever.” I say. I’m definitely keeping a grudge for this. By now, we were in a hallway with a bunch of doors. We walked a little further (thank goodness, because my heels are killing me now) and stopped at a shut door. The security guy walkie talkied someone and knocked 5 times. I guess they have a secret knock or something. Ha. The door opened revealing a slim lady. “So these are the ladies that we’ve been raging war over to find. Do you realize how much my job depended on finding you?! Anyways, come in.” I wait for everyone else to rush in and hesitate a bit. Then I realize a realization I had earlier in the bathroom. I need to loosen up. Have fun. Who cares if he made you feel stupid. A moment like this won’t happen agai-“ “Excuse me, but can you please hurry so I can close this door shut?” interrupts the lady. “Oh yeah, sorry.” I feel like a zombie walking in. I stare at the back of Ginger’s head and keep walking. I guess I didn’t notice everyone else stopping because I ram into Ginger and tumble on her. “OUCH, jeez Carter, watch where you’re going.” “Can’t seem to ever stay on your feet, love.” Oh my gosh. The voice. His voice. I turn and see him sprawled out on a couch in the middle of the room chuckling at my accident. I either say something rude or flirt back. “Let loose. Have fun.” I repeat. “Well, it usually only happens every time a certain someone is around.” I say in my most calm voice. Which is really hard considering the fact that tonight has been only the worst night of my life. I don’t know whether to cry because my friends are oblivious to my feelings or be angry at the cute, coffee guy. Oh, Harry. I keep forgetting I know his name. “Oh bummer.” He says while chuckling. I don’t really know what to say to that. I hear someone clear their throat and assume this is the time for introductions. “Oh, um, Sunny, Amy, and Ginger, this is uh-” I look at him pretending to not know his name. He looks a little hurt that I don’t already know his name. “Harry. I’m Harry. Very nice to meet you beautiful girls.” I think he rendered them speechless. Amy is the first one to speak up. “Yeah, we already know who you are. I can’t believe you brought us backstage!” Sunny finally gains her voice back and says “We’re really big fans. Well, except for Carter. Thank you so much for tonight. It was rad!” “Yeah. I’ve never been to a concert before today and I’m SO glad this was my first concert.” says Ginger. “Well thank you so much for the love and support. It’s a pleasure meeting any fan of ours.” I still can’t grip the fact that this is him. It’s his voice. But he looks different. He looks like a million bucks. “Did you hear what I said?” he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. No. What’d you say?” “I said I’m so glad I found you. I felt so bad for running off earlier today and when I saw you in the crowd I knew by your face you were upset. I can’t let a pretty girl leave our concert upset. Plus, I wanted to see you again.” He says. “It’s nothing.” I say. Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it. Not here. Not ever. “Well, if you say so. Do you gals want a drink?” he asks. Everyone says yes. Including me. I’m quenched after tonight. A knock on the door startles me and makes me spill my drink. “I got it.” says the lady who let us in. “What, the door or the spill?” asks Amy. “The spill.” she answers back. “No, I got it. I made the mess, so I’ll clean it. You can get the door since no one else looks like they will.” I say. “Are there any paper towels?” I ask. “Yeah, in the bathroom right there. Do you need assistance?” Harry replies. “Nope. All good.” I say stalking into the bathroom. I know the rest of the One Direction band is here because I heard Amy squealing. I walk back into the room and everyone turns and looks at me. I don’t say anything and walk over to the spill and start wiping it up. “HARRY. How could you let a beautiful girl do all the dirty work?” says one of the guys. He has a thick Irish accent. And blonde hair. “Yeah! What kind of sick operation are you running in your dressing room, Haz?!” adds another band member. This one has chocolate brown hair and is wearing red skinny jeans. Woah. He really knows how to rock those pants. “No, I-uh- I wanted to clean it up. I made the mess myself so I insisted. Harry offered, but I said no.” “Ooooooh, you’ve got a feisty one Harry.” says another guy with a letterman jacket on. I start blushing like crazy. The last band member finally speaks up. “Quit messing with her guys.” Yep, he’s my favorite already. “Yeah guys, quit messing with my girl.” Harry says. Wait. Hold up. Did he say “my girl”? No.. he didn’t. I’m hearing things. I feel Sunny nudging my arm confirming I wasn’t the only one that heard it. “Who wants to play a game?” I hear one of the boys ask. “I DO!” Amy, Ginger, and Sunny say in unison. “Uh, sure.” I reply. “Let’s sit in a circle.” the guy who suggested playing a game said. We all sit in a circle and I purposely sit away from Harry. “Okay. We’re going to spin a bottle to play truth or dare.” Oh, great. This is not gunna be good. A couple minutes pass by and the bottle still hasn’t landed on me. Thank goodness though. I’m so nervous it will that I barely remember the game. All I remember is one of the boys (not Harry) daring Amy to sing her ABC’S backwards and if she couldn’t get it within 2 minutes she had to lick the bottom of Harry’s feet. And yep, you guessed it. She had to lick his feet. I don’t know if I’m nervous about being asked something or being dared something. I’m up for any dare, but if it involves my tongue, I’m SO out. “Yay! It finally lands on you, Carter.” Says Ginger. I roll my eyes. Since Amy went last she gets to come up with my dare or question. “Truth or dare?” Dare. Dare. Let loose. Have fun. “Truth.” Okay, or not. I’m such a wimp. “Awh, no fun. Okay, well… is it true that you’ve never been kissed?” My heart stops. I can feel my eyes getting heavy with tears. I rush to my feet and run out of the room before they can laugh at me. How could she? She knows damn well I’ve never been kissed. She makes me sound like there’s something wrong with me. I’m almost about to stop running when I hear a faint voice behind me yell “Wait up!” Oh. No. It’s him.