“Pixie!” I yelled as I burst through the front door of my best friend’s house. “Hello mister and misses Whitlock.” I smiled at her parents and they pointed back to her bedroom. “Thank you.” I ran down the hallway to Pixie’s room. “Pixie! Pixie! You’ll never guess what just came in!” I burst through her bedroom to find her fast asleep, completely covered by her heavy duvet covers. “Wake up!” I yelled and jumped on her bed. “Get up, get up, get up!” I jumped up and down until she finally stirred. “Guess what I got!” Pixie sat up and glared at me through her messy black hair. “Yikes,”

“Oh, very funny, Belle.” Pixie rolled out of bed and tried to run a comb through her hair. “What the hell’s got you all excited at eleven in the morning, the day after graduation?”

“The last of my graduation money and my last paycheck came in; which means, I can pay my parents off for the rest of the tickets and hotels and still have money left over, which means we get our tickets today!”

“This means we can leave tomorrow!” Pixie was suddenly awake and just as excited as I was. “Oh my God! What are we going to pack!? Wait right here.” She ran down the hall and thirty minutes later she emerged from the bathroom with clean hair, clothes, and makeup completely finished. “Okay, you go to your house and pack, and then we can meet back here and finish packing me.”

“Pixie, we’ve been planning and saving up for this since they were on X Factor, don’t you think I’m already packed?” Pixie looked at me in shock. “You’re just a procrastinator.” I shrugged and began going through her clothes to help her pack. Pixie rolled her eyes and began to toss clothes out of her closet as she chose which shirts and jeans to pack.

~*~

Pixie and I could hardly sleep that night, which means that when we woke up at four the next morning to go, we were absolutely exhausted. “I want you to call me whenever you stop, okay, Belle? And make sure to call Pixie’s parents as well.” My mom ran her hands over my hair and kissed my forehead.

“Mom, we’re not moving out.” I laughed and hugged her. “But I promise we will call.” I kissed my mom’s cheek and she handed me a list of numbers of relatives they were visiting while Pixie and I were gone.

“I love you, Belle. Be good! Don’t scare Niall away!”

“Don’t make me scare Niall away.” I heard my dad yawn from behind me. “I don’t need you doing what your sister did and surprising me with a son-in-law.” I rolled my eyes and hugged my dad tightly.

“I won’t, dad.” I laughed and tossed my last suitcase into the trunk of my mini cooper. “I love you guys!” I smiled and got in the car as Pixie finished saying her goodbyes to her parents.

“You ready?” Pixie asked as she got in the passenger’s seat after getting the last of her luggage in the trunk and backseat.

“Duh!” I laughed and put the car in gear. We waved to our parents as we pulled out of the driveway of my house. “One Direction, here we come.” I said as I plugged my iPod into the car so we could jam to some of our favorite songs on the road.

~*~

Halfway to our destination, I hit something in the road and felt one side of my car go down. “No, no, no!” I yelled and pulled over. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” I got out of the car and Pixie poked her head out.

“What happened?”

“Flat tire.” I sighed. “Where does the G.P.S. say we are?”

“It’s looking for a satellite signal.” Pixie groaned and stepped out of my car. “There’s no one around even close!” I sighed and leaned against my car and looked for a sign of some sort of car. About five minutes later, I saw a car making its way towards us.

“Perfect.” I smiled and Pixie and I started waving our arms frantically. “Over here!” The car slowed down and came to our rescue. “Hi, can you help my friend and I out? We’re on our way to Nashville and I got a flat.”

“No problem.” The man said and stepped out of his car. “I have two spares in my trunk.” As soon as he was out of his truck, Pixie and I were both staring. He was gorgeous. At least six feet tall with messy brown hair and electric blue eyes; his jaw line was perfect and he was built like a golf player. “What’s your names?”

“Erm, I’m Belle, and this is my friend Pixie.” I said and he looked me up and down.

“I’m Gavin.” He introduced himself and got to work on the car.

An hour later we had a new tire and were ready to go. “Just call me anytime you need anything.” Gavin winked and handed me his number. I rolled my eyes and Pixie and I piled back into my car and were on the road again.

“I really need to pee!” Pixie groaned.

“I told you not to drink three Pepsi’s in a row, Pix. You’re just gonna have to wait.” I shrugged. I felt her throw a death glare in my direction.

“I will pee on everything you own, Belle! Now pull the damn car over!” She was doing the ‘potty dance’ in her seat just to emphasize her point.

“Yeah, I totally don’t believe that.” I rolled my eyes.

“Hide and watch, Hastings!”

“Fine! We’ll pull over!” I groaned and looked for a rest area. “We’re forty-five minutes away from the arena, you couldn’t wait that long?” I laughed and pulled into a rest stop.

“No!” Pixie nearly screamed as she jumped out of the car and ran to the bathroom. The second Pixie was in the bathroom, I saw a blond guy walk out of the men’s bathroom and my heart stopped. He looked just like Niall! There’s no way it would be him, though. There were no busses around. But maybe… “Who are you staring at?” I heard Pixie ask behind me, interrupting my thoughts.

“That guy looks like Niall!” I was trying not to squeal and scare him away.

“It’s not,” Pixie shrugged. “I saw him walking out of the men’s bathroom. He’s ugly.” Pixie shuttered and we got in the car. “To the arena!” Pixie yelled and we pulled out of the rest area.

~*~

Finally we pulled up to the arena almost an hour behind schedule, and the tour busses were already there. “You made us late, Pix.” I automatically accused.

“What?! You’re the one who drove the car over something sharp, causing us to get a flat tire. If anyone’s to blame here, it’s you!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I shrugged and parked the car across the road in the free parking area. Once we were parked, we ran across the street to the venue and stared at the three buses lined up along the curb. “Wow.” I sighed and tried to walk up to one before I was stopped by security.

“Sorry ma’am, but no one is allowed past this point.” I nodded in understanding and backed off.

“Well, there goes Plan A to meet the boys, what now?” Pixie asked as we backed up to the sidewalk with the rest of the fans. Thank goodness we were here early enough; there were only about ten or fifteen other girls.

“Plan B. Follow them on tour and hope they recognize us within the next three weeks and want to know why we looks so familiar. That’s when they’ll invite us backstage and then boom! Niall will fall madly in love with me, and Harry will fall for you. It’s foolproof.” I shrugged.

“Okay, now thinking realistically; what are we gonna do?” We sat in silence for about twenty minutes before deciding on just sitting in line and waiting for the boys to possibly come out of the bus.

After watching the same shadow figure pass the window for what seemed like the millionth time, Pixie and I were sick of it. Everyone else still screamed their little heads off, but we got tired of it being nothing. Finally we decided to sit on the curb and stare at the busses until something exciting happened. “How long does it take for five teenage boys to come out and say hello to a few girls?” I sighed and looked at the small group of maybe thirty or forty girls.

“Quit being a little bitch about it. At least you’re getting to see their shadows.” I heard an annoyed voice from behind me. I looked up to see a girl about fourteen in jean shorts so short her ass was nearly hanging out, a belly shirt that was cropped up to her breasts, and combat boots.

“I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to have an opinion.” I rolled my eyes. “By the way, does your mother know you’re out dressed like that?” I stood up and wiped off the back of my jeans, Pixie did the same.

“What my mother doesn’t know won’t hurt her. And besides, this will get more attention than your outfits will.” The girl scoffed and I heard more screams come from the other girls. I assumed the shadow passed by the window again. “Converse, light blue skinny jeans, weird tank top, and what’s that on the top of your head?”

“It’s a fedora.” Me, Pixie, and the girl froze in place. That was a Bradford accent that just came from behind me. “And I quite like her outfit.” I slowly turned around and saw the infamous “Bradford Bad Boy” standing there; close enough to touch. I gulped and stared at him in awe.

“Wow…” Pixie managed to say.

“I’m Ashley.” The girl said and pushed past me.

“Hello, Ashley.” Zayn smiled and signed her CD before getting a picture with her. “What are your names?” Zayn asked Pixie and I.

“I’m Pixie.” My best friend said, fumbling with her purse to pull out her 1D merch and sharpie.

“I’m Belle.” I said, doing the same as Pixie. “Do you mind signing?” I asked and held out my CD, DVD, and book.

“Absolutely not.” Zayn smiled and took my sharpie to sign my items. “Do you girls want a picture, too?” He asked, handing my items back, and taking Pixie’s to sign.

“Yes!” I nearly screamed and took out my camera. After we got our picture with both cameras and both phones, he hugged us both and made his way down the line.

“Nice to meet you, Belle and Pixie! I’ll definitely remember those names!” Zayn winked at us and yelled as he went further down the line.

We looked at each other in utter shock. We had just met Zayn Malik! This was definitely going on Tumblr.

Nearly four hours later, Pixie and I were in the arena and ready for the show to begin. We didn’t get the chance to meet any of the other guys, but we had all year to do that! And Zayn freaking Malik took my side in an argument with a fourteen year-old! Granted, I could have easily handled the situation, but it was still pretty epic. “Front row to every single concert. How much more luck could we get?” Pixie stated as we took our seats. “This is incredible.” I nodded in agreement and sat down next to her. I looked down at my phone and opened my Instagram app to post the picture of me with Zayn. “Zayn is totally staring at us.” My head snapped up and I saw Zayn standing discretely in the shadows back stage. He smiled and waved at us before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Wow.” I managed to say. “He’ll be the first to say something to us by the next concert.” I shrugged and put my phone in my pocket. Not too soon after, the lights went off and the girls in the arena went wild. We knew what was coming next. The five boys made their way onto the stage, and I immediately looked over to Niall. I can’t really express what I was feeling at that moment, but I’d have to say it was definitely an adrenaline rush; knowing that I was in the same room as five of my idols, within a mile radius, was the best feeling in the world. I let my excitement take over as I let out scream that would scare anyone else if it hadn’t taken place at a concert.

~*~

“That was definitely the best concert I’ve ever been to!” Pixie yelled as we walked across the street to find my car so we could drive to the hotel two blocks away. “Do you think that the guys will be in the same hotel as us?” Pixie asked hopeful.

“I doubt it.” I shrugged. “They’re probably staying in four or five star hotels. We’re staying in the cheapest thing we can get until New York and Los Angeles.” I groaned and thought of all the nights in hard, itchy beds we were going to have to sleep in over the next few months. Pixie sighed and we got in my car and drove off to the hotel.

“Do you want to go to Steak-N-Shake? I’m hungry.” Pixie said as my stomach growled loudly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I laughed and pulled into the parking lot.

When we got inside, we were seated and our order was taken almost immediately. As soon as our food was out, we heard the door open and someone ran past us and into the boy’s restroom. I shrugged it off, thinking someone just really had to go. “Belle and Pixie, right?” I heard Zayn’s voice from behind me and I nearly froze.

“What are you doing here?!” Pixie asked and looked around.

“I ran off from management and needed a place to hide.” Zayn shrugged casually and slid in the booth next to me.

“Didn’t you learn your lesson when you and Louis ran off and got stuck on a wall?” Pixie asked, offering him some of her fries. He politely declined and chuckled.

“Yeah, but this is way too much fun.” He laughed just as Paul walked into the Steak-N-Shake.

“Zayn!” He yelled and Zayn hung his head and stood up.

“Nice seeing you girls again.” He half smiled and waved before he walked off with Paul.

“There’s no way that just happened.” I said as I touched the part of my arm that Zayn’s arm was touching just moments before. “There’s no way that Zayn freaking Malik remembered us and sat down with us while we ate! I just don’t believe it!”

“Well, believe it, Belle! This really just happened!” Pixie nearly squealed as our waitress handed us our bill and milkshakes. “Thank you.” Pixie smiled and grabbed the bill before I had a chance to.

“Pixie…”

“Belle, you’re paying for the hotels, so I’m paying for the food. End of discussion.” I rolled my eyes as she went up to the front to pay, then we were on our way to the hotel to check in and sleep for the night.

Notes

Another story! Yay! This one is actually the beginning to a trilogy and I really hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think? Have a great day!
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