I drove my dad to the hospital, for a checkup on an odd bump on his head that I was deathly afraid was a tumor.
We signed in and soon were with the doctor.
The doctor poked and prodded and did some tests.
He pulled me over, and said, "Mam, I am so sorry but it seems that the bump on your father's head is in fact a tumor."
"Shit," I said under my breath, "thanks doctor."
The doctor nodded and smiled, then left the room.
I drove my dad to his house, neither of us saying anything.
I don't think I knew what to say. Neither did my dad.
Once we arrived at his house, I hugged him, and a tear fell onto my cheek.

I drove back to my flat, about thirty minutes away from my dad's house, further into the center of London.
I didn't want to think about this right now. Not when tomorrow I was going to meet my favorite celebrities.
Yes, I was going to a One Direction concert tomorrow night. And I was meeting the boys too.
I called my best friend Orion and told her about my dad. She said she was sorry and to try to get my mind off it, she reminded me about the concert tomorrow. She was going too.
Next, I called my sister Delilah. After speaking with her, I felt better.
I hung up, connected my phone to all the speakers, and blared the music.
Got into a large t-shirt and some leggings, dancing and lip syncing to the lyrics.
Ordered a pizza, entirely for myself.
I needed one of these nights. To prepare for tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I'd wake up at seven o'clock, go on a four mile run and eat healthy all day.
Take a shower, blow-dry my hair, do my makeup perfectly and pick out the perfect outfit.
All for the boys, right?
I went to bed early after feeding my cat and fell asleep excited.

I followed my plan throughout the entire day, and after I showered and blow dried my hair, Orion came over to get ready with me.
I picked out my my outfit, and Orion picked out hers.
Eventually, it was time to go.
I made sure I had all the tickets I needed, all the passes, all my forms of identification.
We left about two hours before the concert was to start, to get good parking and to be the first ones in line to go into the room to meet the boys.

We arrived at the stadium and quickly got inside, and were soon in line to go into the room where the boys were.
Although the meet and greet wasn't to happen for another thirty minutes, and there were at least five screaming eleven-year-olds in line ahead of us, we were pretty pumped.
Twenty minutes. Ten. Five. Two.
Finally, security started letting fans into the room.
It was our turn. We entered the room, Orion shaking with excitement, me trying as hard as possible to keep my cool.

Niall's P.O.V.
Soon the fans started entering the room. As always, I loved seeing their excited faces and feeling their arms wrap tightly around me for a hug.
As one fan I was taking pictures with waved goodbye, moving on to say hi to Liam, I glanced up.
I had to do a double take.
She was gorgeous. Perfect. My age.
I had to meet her.
I walked straight towards this mystery girl, and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and didn't scream, didn't jump on me.
"I'm Niall." I said, hearing my voice shake a bit.
"I know," she said calmly, a cheeky smile coming to her face, "I'm Zoe."
Zoe. What a great name.
"Hey Niall," she said, snapping her fingers. I shook my head, clearing away the daze I was in.
She laughed, a cute laugh. "Could you sign this for me?"
She held out her backstage pass.
"I'd love to," I replied.

Zoe's P.O.V.
Niall Horan walked up to me. He tapped me on the shoulder. He introduced himself.
How was I not screaming?!
We chatted and then I asked him to sign my backstage pass.
He cheekily said yes, then signed it and handed it back to me.
I looked down to see his signature, but alongside it was a phone number.
His phone number? I looked up in disbelief as Niall smiled.
I couldn't breathe.
I handed my phone to Orion so she could take a photo of Niall and I.
At first he put his hand around my waist, and pulled me close to him, just smiling.
Then, when Orion said she was taking a second picture, Niall leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
Time stopped, my heart exploded.
Niall. Fucking. Horan. Just. Kissed. Me.

Niall said goodbye with another peck on my cheek and a hug for Orion.
We met all the other boys, took photos, got autographs.
Soon the meet and greet was over, and as Orion and I were leaving the room, Niall waved bye to me.
We found our seats. Then, I freaked out.
"Orion he gave me his phone number!" I yelled.
"What? Oh my god!" She said as I showed her.
I could tell she was a bit mad at me.

After the show was over, I waited another hour to text Niall.
I said, "Is this Niall?"
Almost right after I sent the text, I got one saying, "Yes, is this Zoe?"

Notes

Hey! I hope you liked the first chapter :-)
jussayin: when a word is italic like this it's what whoever's point of view it was from was thinking!
i'll update as often as possible, even if i have like, no readers haha.
again, hope you love it.
xx Marina