By Chance of Fate

Madison and I got to our seats that were about four rows form the stage. After about half an hour of waiting, we got incredibly bored because the concert wasn't supposed to start for like three hours after we got there! We got up and went to the entrance to look at the merchandise and it was like a maze! There were t-shirts, backpacks, hoodies, nail polish, SIGNED posters, pencils. If you can name it, it was there. Madison and I bought as much as our spending money would allow. And since I had been saving for three years, I had A LOT of spending money. We went back to our seats as sat impatiently since the little shopping spree only killed about forty-five minutes. We just sat, talked, and Intagrammed for about another fifteen minutes. We were just about to get up and walk aroundagain when suddenly. "Oh my God look! It's Niall!" a random fan screamed. A swarm of girls emitting a sea of screams surrounded the stage, Madison and I being apart of the swarm. We could touch the stage, we were so close.
"Hi guys!" Niall said in his sexy Irish accent. "We will start the show soon. And even though the other boys aren't out here yet, we just wanted to say thanks for coming so early and being so dedicated. Love you and see you soon!" He gave us a wave and a cheeky smile and like that, he was gone.
"Oh my fucking God!" I exclaimed. "Maddie, that was Niall. As in Niall Horan from One Direction. Oh my God, we could've jumped up there and touched him if we wanted to!"
"I know! I'm pretty sure I just pissed myself or something! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Madison said. Since she was a Niall girl, I know that experience alone would've
been enough for her.

About an hour and a half later, the stadium was filled. There was a loud buzz going around as girls of ages ranging from 12 to 22 all had conversations with the people they knew and the people they didn't. Suddenly, all lights were turned off, and the entire stadium went quiet while trying to figure out what was going on. Then, five beamsof light appeared on the stage. And under each beam of light, was Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and Louis Tomlinson. I squeezed Madison's hand and let out a scream which
erupted into a roar throughout the entire stadium. The boys were
about to start!

The boys performed the songs in the order they were on the album, taking an intermission/ costume change after Strong. When they came back, they performed Happily and Right Now, then a crew member brought out a cart that had a large glass bowl filled with MANY little pieces of paper.


“Alright everybody settle down,” Liam said into his microphone with his sophisticated accent. “As you can all see, what we have here is a large bowl. And inside this bowl is little slips of paper. And on each slip of paper a seat number from within this stadium. Each one of us will drawn one slip of paper, and whoever is sitting in the seat we draw, will get to come up on stage with us.” The entire stadium broke into hysterical screaming and crying at just the thought of getting to meet the boys and be on stage with them. First Niall drew, then Zayn, Liam, Louis, and finally, Harry. Oh, Harry. He swirled his hand around the bowl for what seemed like forever as he tortured the anticipating fans. Since the other four boys had already drawn, the chance of my seat being drawn was even slimmer than it was a minute ago. Harry drew a piece of paper, unfolded it, and started to read the seat number. I hoped and prayed with all my might that the seat number that read on the piece of paper in Harry's hands was the one that read on my ticket stub.


“Fifty,” here it goes.

“Two,” fifty-two what?!?

“D.” I looked hopefully at my ticket stub. 52D was what it read. And that was the seat number that Harry read. I let out a scream. That was MY seat! Which meant that I was going up on stage with One fucking Direction!! I didn't even bother to say anything to Madison. I just briskly walked up to the stage, so many questions racing through my mind while trying to keep my cool. What should I say? Should I say anything at all? How should I act? Should I act hysterical, like I felt? Or should I act collected, like they said they liked? Should I hug them? Should I just hug Harry? Should I even hug them, or should I maybe just shake their hands? Oh shit, I was at the stairs to the stage. Ok Heather, just keep your cool, and you'll be fine. I got up to the stage, and Niall welcomed me, putting his hand on my back and coming in for a hug. Oh my God, I just hugged Niall Horan. He took me to Zayn,
Liam, and Louis and let me hug them. Each had their corresponding girl sitting behind them. All of the boys smelled fantastic! Niall smelled like spearmint, Zayn like exotic spices, Liam woods, Louis citrus and masculine florals. And each of them had such muscular hugs! Liam hugged me tight enough that I was able to feel his eleven-incher, if you know what I mean. Then we got to Harry. Ok Heather, you CAN NOT freak out right now! Niall almost pushed me into Harry, and it calmed me instantly. He rubbed my back, and embraced me in a hug that felt like one from someone I'd known since my childhood. He smelled like something peaceful, and calming. Like something you could trust. He smelled like rain. He sat me down on the empty stool behind him. Oh my God, this was actually happening!

“What's your name, love,” Harry asked me with his deep, seductive, accented voice. Oh my God, he called me LOVE. I was fangirling on the inside and I was pretty sure everyone could tell.


“Um, Heather.”


“Well that's an interesting name, Um Heather. Where are you from,” He said cheekily. Oh my God that was so hot.

“I'm from a little ranching town of eleven hundred people called Upton in Wyoming,” I answered with more confidence than I did the last question.


“Wait a minute, you came all the way here from Wyoming,” Harry asked with a little disbelief in his voice.

“Yeah,” I said. “My best friend and I came. We've been saving since we found you guys three years ago when we were fifteen.”


“Wow. Well props to you! Thanks for coming. Alright boys, are we ready to start?” He turned from me and continued on with his concert. The I looked down the line at the other four girls, and they looked back at me. We were all so excited! We were about to witness a One Direction performance from the STAGE! The boys proceeded with their song, but something peculiar happened between Harry and I. When they got to the end of the second verse, Harry strode towards me while they sang “it's all right, it's all right, it's all right 'cause I'll take you home.” Then while they sang the chorus of “I wanna see the way you move for me, baby” Harry grabbed my hand, and slipped something into it that was kind of firm and had a strap coming off of it, and a piece of paper that was behind the firm thing. Before I looked at what was in my hand, I looked up at Harry, who gave me a sultry look with his beautiful green eyes as he walked away from me backwards. I looked down the line at the other four girls, who didn't have anything in their hands, and didn't seem to notice that I did. I finally looked at what was in my hand. It was a backstage pass, like a VIP meet the boys in their dressing rooms backstage pass. The piece of paper behind it read, “Tell them I sent you. -Harry x” What the fuck was this? Had Harry seen me before? No, that wasn't possible since I lived in rural Wyoming and he toured the world. Had he seen me in the crowd before the intermission and planned this possibly? Was he just going to give this to whatever girl ended up on stage with him? By the time I was done thinking, they had finished the song, and all five of us girls hugged the boys one more time. Of course I hugged Harry again, my gut told me to. But it was so strange, because he acted as if nothing had happened. I left the stage, and went back to my seat next to Madison.


“Oh my God,” she said. “You were totally fangirling, and everyone could see it butt-face!”


“He gave me something,” I said abruptly. I didn't know what else to say to her, I was still filled with bewilderment and disbelief.


“What do you mean he gave you something?” Madison glanced at my hands. “Oh my God. Did Harry give you something? Well what the fuck is it?”


“A VIP backstage pass and a note telling me to tell whoever 'they' is that Harry sent me.” I wasn't even comprehending what I was saying as I said it.

“Well?? Are you going to meet him?”

“Yeah I guess...” I trailed off, not knowing if I was excited or worried.

Notes

Hey guys! I hope you guys like this chapter. I worked really hard on it. Read the comments because I have some questions for you guys on what you want in the next chapters. Thanks for reading!!