The One

Chapter 1

I sat in my room in disbelief about what was in front of me. On my bed laid 2 VIP tickets and backstage passes to Harry Styles' concert tonight, a surprise from my Godmother. I stared down at the tickets for what seemed like forever until my phone rang and took me out of my daze.

I looked down at my phone to see my father's name and rolled my eyes. I picked up my phone and unlocked it to see the message.

I miss you -dad

I rolled my eyes once more and placed my phone back on my bed. This is the last thing I need right now. My eyes darted
back to the passes on my bed, my stomach was in knots when I realized I would not only be going to a Harry Styles concert tonight, but I would be able to meet him as well.

I've always been a big Harry Styles fan, from the X Factor, to One Direction, to his solo career. I've been to a few of his concerts, but I've always had to pay for them myself so the tickets weren't great. I looked over at the digital clock on my nightstand, 12:00pm. I decided to call my Godmother and thank her for the tickets before starting to get ready. I dialed her number and to my surprise it went to voicemail after only a few rings.

"Hi Nancy! I just wanted to say thank you so much for the tickets, I'm sure Melissa will be very excited when I tell her. Anyways, thanks again! Miss you and love you, bye." I say and hang up the phone. I sighed deeply.

My Godmother was the most solid person in my life, well, besides Melissa. She was there for me when my parents got divorced and when my dad started drinking. My mother is sometimes there for me, although we did have to move all the way across the country because she slept with some guy and the whole town found out. She was mortified and we moved shortly after, no discussion. After that there wasn't as much to talk about between the two of us because things were just awkward. I hated her for making me move to Florida, but then again if I hadn't then I would have never met my best friend.

I met Melissa in high school, I moved here as a freshman, which is quite possibly the worst year of anyones life. She sat with me at lunch one day when she saw me sitting alone and we've been inseparable ever since. We even attend the same college, the University of Florida. We lived in the same dorm freshman year and this year we leased an apartment together for our sophomore year.

I smile at the memory of the day I met Melissa, I was so alone and so embarrassed to be alone. Then comes this bubbly little freshman with her brown hair tied up in a scrunchie and metal in her teeth to save the day.

I decide to call her and tell her about the tickets, I can't wait to hear her reaction.

I dial in her number and she answers after the second ring.

"Hello" she hums into the phone, I probably woke her up.

"Hi hoe." I say jokingly.

"No, too early." she grumbles into the phone.

"Well, I have some good news."

"What?" she questions.

"Nancy got us VIP seating and backstage passes for our concert tonight!" I practically yell into the phone. I cringe when I hear her scream loudly on the other line.

"OH MY GOD IM COMING OVER RIGHT NOW!" she screams and hangs up the phone. I laugh and place my phone on the table next to my bed.

I get off my bed and walk to the bathroom connected to my room. I looked in the mirror briefly, but quickly turned away. I hated looking at myself in the mirror, mostly because I just felt so average looking.

My blonde wavy hair ended right above my breasts and my eyes were a sharp blue. To some, that doesn't seem average, but I manage to pull it off seeing I was an average height and weight.

I turned on the shower and brushed my teeth while I waited for the water to heat up. I spit out my toothpaste and stripped my clothes before stepping into the shower

I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding as I let the hot water burn my skin. I sat there for a few minutes before I washed my hair just thinking.

I can't believe I'm meeting Harry Styles tonight.

I shake off the nervous feeling and begin to wash my hair and my body, then shaved my legs, washed my body one more time and then got out of the shower.

A chill went through my body when my hot skin felt the cold air, causing goosebumps to raise on my skin. I pull the robe off my door and put it on before I walk into my room. To my surprise Melissa was already here. Raiding my closet, not a surprise.

"Which pants do you think I should wear if I want Harry to fall in love with me?" she says as she holds up two pairs of my jeans, "The black or the blue?"

I laugh and snatch the black jeans from her hand.

"Well considering I was planning on wearing the black jeans, I'd say blue."

She rolled her eyes at me and whispered damnit under her breath. I brushed it off and walked into my closet to find my yellow crop top I was planning on wearing. I grab it off the hanger along with my Gucci belt and place the outfit on my bed.

"That's what you're wearing?" Melissa's brown eyes piercing my skin as she questions me.

"Uh, yes? Why?"

"Because, fuck Morgan. You're gonna look hotter than me and Harry is going to fall in love with you instead of me." She fake cries and pouts her bottom lip. I laugh and shoo her with my hand.

"Shut up, that has literally never happened before."

"Morgan you're blind, it happens all the time. You're seriously oblivious." she responds while I replace my robe with a black thong and a black lace bra.

I shake my head and put on a large T-shirt before brushing my wet hair out. I look at the clock again, 2:30pm. The concert was at 7 but we had to get there at 5 to use our backstage passes because he likes to meet fans before the concert apparently.

I walk into the bathroom and plug in my straightener to let it heat up while I blow dry my hair. The heat feels good on my body because I'm still kind of cold from my shower. Once my hair is dry I straighten it until it is perfectly straight, before beginning my makeup. I take my time as I apply concealer and bronzer on my face. I don't like to use a lot of face makeup because growing up I had terrible acne, and now that it's cleared up I'd rather not ruin it again. I then fill in my eyebrows slightly to give them a little more shape and apply a light pink eyeshadow and mascara.

Once I was done I looked at myself in the mirror, like really looked. I thought to myself that I didn't look half bad and walked out of my room.

"Morgan you look great!" Melissa chirped. I blushed and thanked her as I walked to my bed to put on my outfit. I placed the shirt over my head and pulled it down carefully in case my mascara was still wet. I then slid my jeans over my legs and buttoned them before putting my belt on. I grabbed my black Steve Madden chunky black heels and slid them on before walking  to my mirror once again to look at myself. After a brief look in the mirror, I apply deodorant and spray perfume on myself before I am completely ready.

I walk back into my room to find Melissa ready as well. She wore my blue jeans, a black crop top and black vans and her long brown hair was perfectly curled. She looked great.

I sigh and pick up the tickets that were laid on my bed and check the time.

4:30. Shit.

"Oh my God Melissa we need to go now!" I yelled as I grabbed my purse, my keys, and the tickets before scrambling out the door.

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I pulled up to the venue, basically sweating all of my makeup off and shaking like I had drank 4 cups of coffee. I drive around for a bit before I find the VIP parking.

Damn, so official. I thought to myself as I pulled into the large parking lot. I handed a man my tickets and he handed them back before telling me where to park.

We slid into a parking space and began to unbuckle.

"Morgan," Melissa grabbed my hand as I was getting out of the car, "I'm really nervous."

"Me too." I agreed. I offered her a soft smile and then we began to walk towards the concert.