The Only Girl Not In The Crowd (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: I scream into the parking lot at the stadium. "shit shit shit shit I'm late." I whisper to myself

as I wait in the parking pass line that's 35 cars deep. "come on come on come on come on come on!"

after what seems like an eternity, I flash my special parking pass to the toll booth operator and

accelerate into my spot. I step on the breaks, whip my keys out of the ignition, snatch up my purse,

and slam my door shut. "click click" I press my keys at my car to lock it up as I sprint towards the

backstage. Ohhhh I hope I make it I think to myself. I flash my backstage pass to the security guard

and he let's me in. "seeya perce! Thanks!" I holler behind my back in his direction. "you might wanna

run a little faster, youre later than usual Taylor! " he yells down the hallway. I chuckle, ohh perce, I

love my big teddy bear. I sprint sprint through the maze of hallways to get to behind the stage. Down

the last hallway I run and I see the open door with the flashing lights. I slip through the door and to

backstage so I have a clear view of the stage. Hey guys, i wave to the backstage crew. They wave

back at me, "hey Tay, you just made it in the knick of time," says Paul, "look over." I look to the stage

just as my boys are rising onto the stage. I hear the roar of 40,000 girls calling their names and I

know, there's nothing more important on than minds that giving this crowd the concert of their life. And

I'm fully confident in them that they will. "GIVE THEM EVERYTHING BOYS!" I scream to them. And in

response I hear the sweet melody of the first notes and beats of "What Makes You Beautiful." the

crowd roars as Liam starts to sing the oh-so familiar lyrics. I've heard them perform this song so much

it's past drilled into my memory. I know every pitch and tone change they are going to do, and I know

every dance move. I could tell you about it in my sleep. I've been to so many concerts, there whole

Performance is forever burned into my brain. But I dont mind it, anything that involves my boys

doesn't bother me. "baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets

me overwhelmed, but you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell you know know-oow-oow, YOU

DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL." I hear my best pal belt out his Final solo, and after a few more

verses, the song ends with a flourish and the crowd screams wildly. "YOU LIKE THAT LONDON?"

yells Zayn. "alright London, I would like to dedicate this next song, to a very special girl in my life,"

says Harry. "what is he talking about," I whisper. "Har, have you gone mad you don't have a

girlfriend?" "I would like to dedicate this song to my best friend since I was 3." "no, Harry don't do it."

"this song goes out to my lovely partner is crime, TAYLOR SONIES. GIVE IT UP EVERYBODY!" my

heart skips a beat. No, Harry what have you done? Tomorrow millions of crazed fan-girls will know my

name. Tomorrow I will be hated by girls world-wide because of what he just said. This is the main

reason I never fell for one of my boys. I don't want the publicity. I don't want the hate. I don't want the

jealousy of thousands upon thousands of girls wanting to be me. Sure there's the non-insane fans,

who will love me and idolize me, but there's only so many of those left. This is the reason I never

dated Harry, Louis, zayn, Niall, or Liam. And now, from becoming friends with Harry when we were

little toddlers. This is what I get for sticking by him all these years; standing up for him in the bad times

and laughing and loving ours lives in the good ones. This is what I get. Girls who don't even know me

and want me dead. I should just prepare myself, because the hate mail starts tomorrow.