Once I got used to the huge amount of attention from journalists and cameras, it really wasn’t that being out there. The proud and way too self-conscious part of me would keep on rambling, about me not exactly loving all the focus on me, but I think I knew that deep down inside… I was enjoying every second of it.


The questions asked by journalists that followed a few minutes later was fun as well. At first I was interviewed together with Niall – like the rest of the couples in our group – where we were asked the cheesiest questions ever and I couldn’t help but smile widely through them all.

“So how did you two meet?” a woman asked the two of us holding a microphone up between us to capture our voices through the loud noise around us.

“Uhm… When the boys and I were on vacation in Denmark this summer,” Niall told her politely, while I mostly just wanted to laugh loudly at that kind of questions, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Was that why you and your friends moved to London?” she then asked turning towards me.

“No, actually not. Moving to London was a plan and dream for us for a really long time,” I told her with a smile that was easily remaining on my lips, since I both found the questions a bit foolish, but I was just also feeling incredibly happy and relieved that everything didn’t seem to be so bad and having my dear boyfriend by my side only brightened up my mood, approximately about five hundred nudges.


After acting like a dork for a few more moments I was asked to join Aida and Em for some pictures of the three of us as well and I suddenly had to compose my face expression a lot more as I stood right next to Em doing the same kind of pose as before with a hand on my hip and my legs closely spaced together, I like the fact that they this way would hopefully look a bit slimmer. On all of the pictures of the three of us I was smiling, I couldn’t help it, but I noticed that the two girls at my right side couldn’t either. Their eyes were so alive and filled with passion, it was easy to tell that this was a kind of situation that we – despite having been insanely nervous about it – could really get used to. The spotlight had so far been scary at first, but we’d always ended up enjoying it and taking it all in, like a bunch of freaking attention whores. And I couldn’t be more satisfied about that.


“So you three girls are friends and all from Denmark, right?” the journalist asked and we nodded.

“You moved here to London recently then?”

“Yeah, about… three months ago,” Em answered.

“And I heard something about you guys having a band together, is that right?” The male journalist was really nice and smiling all the time and incredibly good at acting interested, which made it all a lot easier and less nerve-wracking to be talking in to microphones with cameras pointing at your face.

“Yes, we’re called The Rookies,” Aida told him with a proud smile.

“Find us on Youtube,” I added quickly nodding to the closest video camera.

“And Myspace,” Em joined in.

“Soundcloud,” Aida then said.

“Twitter.”

“Facebook.”

“Instagram.”

“The Rookies!” I suddenly heard myself exclaim with my hand fisted in the air before I realized what I was doing. The interviewer started laughing at me, but I quickly pulled my arm back down. What the actual fuck, Maja?! Why did you have to do that? Everything was going so well, the photos, the interviews, and it was almost over. And then… you went ahead and did that, making a complete fool out of both yourself, but more importantly also your two friends. Jesus Christ, of course something had to go wrong.



I didn’t get a chance to swell in the humiliation of my actions, as we were quickly showed in to the studio where the show would take place. There would be all kinds of entertainment and performances happening, all to raise money for Christmas help for poor people around Britain.
Since the boys and us had been among those that were directed in there last, it all began only a few minutes after we’d been seated. The studio was actually really big and I was glad that we’d gotten such great seats in the front. I was seated between Niall and Harry and I could finally feel myself relax a little, when I didn’t have to constantly think about cameras, or lights, or right answers – and wrong answers for me, apparently.

“You really did great out there,” Niall said in to my ear giving my hand a light squeeze and I smiled widely feeling a bit proud. Cause despite my weird gesture in the interview with the girls, I think I had done everything in my will power to appear as perfect as possible. And it hadn’t felt awkward at all.

“I did, didn’t I?” I asked him teasingly and he smiled gorgeously, making me want to drag that Irish ass out to the bathroom in the matter of a second, but I restrained myself, reminding myself that this probably wasn’t the right time for me to persuading my dirty thoughts and fantasies.

The host of the show was in fact Nick Grimshaw, which ensured me that we were going to be very entertained through the entire night, I could sense that the rest of the studio was feeling the same way, as everybody cheered loudly when he got up on the stage.
We were all thrilled when we discovered that the opening act would be Rita Ora. Her style in both fashion and music had also always been a huge inspiration to us girls and we found ourselves leaning forward to look at each other past the boys at our sides at the exact same time with huge grins on our faces.

The show went on with lots of different British music acts, such as Ellie Goulding and Ed Sheeran, all people that I hadn’t bumped in to in the room that we’d been mingling in before the red carpet, or else I would have completely shut down at the sight of Ed, he was just such an amazing and talented song writer and singer, it would have literally killed the girls and I after having met already some of the coolest people we knew.
Just the fact that Ed Sheeran was standing on that stage only a few feet away from me made my heart race in the matter of a few seconds of listening to him singing. When he sent a nod towards Harry with a small smile just when the song was finished I found myself grabbing the sleeve of his black blazer and pull him lightly towards me.

“You HAVE to introduce me to him!” I vigorously whispered which made him chuckle, even though I was dead serious.

“Sure,” he smiled.

Oh my God. I couldn’t believe it, I was actually going to shake that holy hand of Ed Sheeran. This wasn’t even funny. Holy mother fucking fuck shit.


“And now it’s time for the special secret act that everybody at home has been able to guess for,” Nick spoke to a camera when we were about to reach the last bit of the show, One Direction would perform as the last act and I was starting to get really excited about their performance. “The ones that have guessed correctly will participate in the draw of a brand new Ford Fiesta, the winner will be revealed shortly after this performance.”

Nick was seriously the coolest host ever on a show like this, his humor and persona was just making everything fun and easy going, he just seemed like such a nice person to be around. I couldn’t wait to get on The Breakfast Show.

“But first…” he continued speaking, “It is my pleasure and honor to reveal to you the special performance of the night, here’s an act that has sold more than 6 million records worldwide. They won the X Factor here in the UK in 2011…”

What the…?

“… and now they are here to perform their hit single Word Up that has raised more than 200,000 pounds for the charity, Sport Relief…”

Where the hell is Perrie?!

“Ladies and gentlemen, here’s Little Mix!”


I was too surprised to even cheer. Apparently Perrie was on stage now, why the hell hadn’t she told us she was going to perform?!

“What?!” I exclaimed through all the applauses.

“It was a little surprise for you as well,” Niall told me and I quickly glanced over at him.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Because we know you guys are fans of them, so Perrie wanted it to be a surprise. She told us to meet them backstage after the show,” he said with a smile.

“Oh my God!” I gushed before turning my head towards Aida first to my left and then Em on my right, they were both covering their mouths with their hands and smiling widely. I stared up at the stage to see Perrie winking at me and the girls just as the music started playing. She was so sweet!

She was singing the first verse, man what an incredible voice she had, Little Mix sounded even better live than on their albums. Those girls had so much nerve, so much soul to their voices and just the fact that Perrie had thought of us and wanting to surprise us, just showed how caring and loving a person she was. She and Zayn were the perfect match.


I heard myself scream along with Aida and Em a few minutes later when they’d finished their performance, we were probably the loudest in the audience at that point, just to make up for the fact that we’d been too much in shock to cheer for them properly before, we simply couldn’t restrain ourselves, I noticed the happy, but also slightly scared faces turning towards us among the audience. I almost fainted when I caught Nick Grimshaw laugh at us from the stage where he’d joined the girls by now.

Shortly after I was left alone in my seat when all the boys left to go backstage and get ready for their performance. I stared excited around at the girls in the seats a few feet away from me. They were looking so genuinely happy and I realized how easy I was able to get used this kind of lifestyle. I felt so at home and amazed and at that point I wished more than ever that one day The Rookies would be able to perform at events like these and for people like the ones present that night.


“We’re quickly heading towards the end of tonight’s show, in fact we’ve already reached all the way to the last performance of the night,” Nick began speaking for maybe the 100th time that night. “These boys have achieved have been writing history right from the very beginning of their career. There’s not much to be said other than… Here’s One Direction.”

I couldn’t help but almost jump up off of my chair, but I quickly managed to pull together a somewhat relaxed and happy face and not the intense and scary one that I at first had intended to do, since it pretty much reflected the way I felt at that point.

This wasn’t my first One Direction concert, I’d been to one last summer in a big stadium in Denmark, not that I’d told any of the boys about it, Jesus Christ, no. It was an amazing experience that I and my friends had enjoyed so much, but this was much more intimate, and even though I’d heard them sing multiple times acoustic, either at the hospital when I’d stayed there, or at their recording studio, I still found myself feeling completely captivated by the look of them on stage along with the sound of their beautiful voices that seemed to grow more mature and confident each day.

They were standing next to each other in a half moon circle, all behind a microphone stand since this was a more slow song, I immediately, a little too quickly, recognized the guitar chords and rhythm to the song Through The Dark from their album Midnight Memories.


Liam began with the first verse, his voice was always so comfortable and calm and secure to listen to. All the boys looked so handsome and manly, but he was definitely the one that looked the oldest, that was for sure. His beard and pushed back haircut made him look like freaking David Beckham, and even though I was well aware of the fact that my best friend was his girlfriend, I don’t think I would ever be able to let go of the horny teenage girl inside of me that in some sense wanted to rape him all the time, he just looked so incredibly hot, he really did.


Niall then took over and once he opened his mouth and let out his soft and tender voice, I was about to scream at the top of my lungs from the intense feelings that went through my entire body at that point. Just the sight of him standing there, in a suit, behind a microphone stand, with one hand holding tightly on to the microphone itself and the other one on the black stick in front of him, I had nearly ran up on that fucking stage, just to place those magic and beautiful and big and perfect hands onto my body instead. Instead I managed to keep myself seated and just grab ahold of the armrests at my sides. When he sang the second bridge before the chorus, where he hit a higher and raspier note, it really did take every fucking thing in my will power to stay reasonably still. Niall Fucking Horan, you sick son of a bitch.


Zayn and Louis shared the second verse, both sounding flawless and I saw Eleanor standing with both hands casually placed on her chest as she watched her fiancé and his best friends doing what they did best and enjoyed the most. I loved how she always seemed to get so emotional and touched by music and singing, even though she didn’t sing herself or played any instrument, she still seemed to have a very close relationship with this kind of live performance. The love that she felt for her friends was evident, also at the concerts with The Rookies, it really made me so proud and honored to know a caring person like her. I caught Louis smiling down at her a couple of times and I almost clapped my hands like a complete idiot from the excitement and the thought of the two of them being married in just a week. I was so happy for them.


Harry didn’t have any solos, except for a few high – and very womb-wounding – notes in the last couple of chorus, but his voice was very clear whenever he would sing along with the others. His raspy voice had so much nerve, it almost made me want to cry. I had always felt that way whenever he would sing, cause even though I loved Niall’s voice so much, Harry’s had and would always be my favorite, deep down. It just seemed to hit some emotional place in me, where it almost hurt a little to listen to him sing.
Seeing my friend stand on that stage made it very clear that he was just born to do that exact thing, he really was an amazing performer, whereas the rest of the boys always came off a bit more shy than him. It was amazing to watch.


They sounded extremely good live, god damnit, they were so amazing. Once they’d finished the audience was actually giving them a standing applause, which me and the girls happily joined. It was so nice to feel the way that the respect for them and their music had evolved and was still evolving, they deserved every bit of the success that they’d achieved through the past 4 years of being together as a band. Tonight’s performance was just one of countless that showed how talented and amazing they were.


The show ended shortly after that and Eleanor, Em, Aida and I were showed backstage to meet up with the boys and Perrie.

“You guys were so good!” Em squealed once we found them among a few other people talking cheerfully about the show.

“Thank you, Em,” Zayn smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck at first, since he was the one standing closest. The rest of us followed with sincere, wide smiles that just didn’t seem to want to fade at all.

Mine did though, when I spotted the easily recognized head of red hair among the people standing around the boys, and I had to take a deep breath to make sure that I was physically and mentally ready for meeting another of my biggest idols, I wasn’t sure whether one human being could contain all this emotion in one night, but I was willing to take a shot. If I should die in the try, then I would die happier than ever.

Notes

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