Still the One
Singing (and screaming) At the Top of Our Lungs
Lauren
The concert started at seven p.m. Jordan and I walked though the arena doors at five thirty. We were so excited to be in the front row! We could only imagine how much our parents had spent on these tickets.
Jordan looked really pretty. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, a white lace blouse, and lace-up booties with one-inch heels. Her hair was perfectly wavy, fresh out of the braid with loads of hairspray keeping it in place. And, she told me she wore red underwear incase she meets Niall and he asks because she read that he likes red underwear on a girl.
And while she was dressed like Taylor, I dressed like Perrie. A knee-length floral dress with spaghetti straps, a flower headband, and my shoes were strappy wedge sandals.
I had to admit, we did look pretty stunning.
After buying a few cotton candies, Jordan and I finally made our way down to Floor:Row1:Seats12&13. Nialler, Hazza, Lou, Zayn, and Li would see us looking pretty! Not that we cared about anyone see us outside of Haz and Nialler.
So, the our that needed to be killed, was filled with whoever the boys decided to have open for them. Jordan and I didn't really listen. So for an hour, we pretty much played on our phones, aside from singing along to the occasional line that we knew.
When our boys came out though, we screamed like there was no tomorrow. I thought I was going to pass out from shock!
When they started singing, Jordan and I belted What Makes You Beautiful, along with the other two thousand girls in the arena. Well, actually, we didn't belt it. We tried to sound pretty so if the boys could hear us, they wouldn't think we fangirl too much. I even caught Jordan harmonizing! Only in a big crowd would you hear Jordan Caudell sing. She was that shy and insecure. When I asked her about it, she denied it saying "It's just really hard to sing that low! I'm a soprano two."
After about the seventh song, when they were being funny, Harry said he wanted some cotton candy, and Jordan held up a bag.
"Oh, thanks, Love!" He said as took it and ripped off a piece.
Buzz. Buzz. My phone was vibrating. I looked at it and saw Jordan's name. "Harry Styles just accepted my cotton candy and called me 'Love'. Best night ever!"
I wonder if she would have agreed with that three hours from now, because it became terrible.
The concert started at seven p.m. Jordan and I walked though the arena doors at five thirty. We were so excited to be in the front row! We could only imagine how much our parents had spent on these tickets.
Jordan looked really pretty. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, a white lace blouse, and lace-up booties with one-inch heels. Her hair was perfectly wavy, fresh out of the braid with loads of hairspray keeping it in place. And, she told me she wore red underwear incase she meets Niall and he asks because she read that he likes red underwear on a girl.
And while she was dressed like Taylor, I dressed like Perrie. A knee-length floral dress with spaghetti straps, a flower headband, and my shoes were strappy wedge sandals.
I had to admit, we did look pretty stunning.
After buying a few cotton candies, Jordan and I finally made our way down to Floor:Row1:Seats12&13. Nialler, Hazza, Lou, Zayn, and Li would see us looking pretty! Not that we cared about anyone see us outside of Haz and Nialler.
So, the our that needed to be killed, was filled with whoever the boys decided to have open for them. Jordan and I didn't really listen. So for an hour, we pretty much played on our phones, aside from singing along to the occasional line that we knew.
When our boys came out though, we screamed like there was no tomorrow. I thought I was going to pass out from shock!
When they started singing, Jordan and I belted What Makes You Beautiful, along with the other two thousand girls in the arena. Well, actually, we didn't belt it. We tried to sound pretty so if the boys could hear us, they wouldn't think we fangirl too much. I even caught Jordan harmonizing! Only in a big crowd would you hear Jordan Caudell sing. She was that shy and insecure. When I asked her about it, she denied it saying "It's just really hard to sing that low! I'm a soprano two."
After about the seventh song, when they were being funny, Harry said he wanted some cotton candy, and Jordan held up a bag.
"Oh, thanks, Love!" He said as took it and ripped off a piece.
Buzz. Buzz. My phone was vibrating. I looked at it and saw Jordan's name. "Harry Styles just accepted my cotton candy and called me 'Love'. Best night ever!"
I wonder if she would have agreed with that three hours from now, because it became terrible.
I loved this!!!!! Can't wait to read the next book!
8/15/14