A Change In Plans: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 2: Skylar's Rendezvous

           The concert was amazing. My ears are still ringing from all of the girls, myself included, screaming at the top of their lungs; especially Mel. She was going insane. Every time Niall would even look in our direction she would nearly faint and Ari or Laura would have to help support her. As soon as the stadium started clearing out a little we headed backstage to go meet the boys. I'm starting to feel a little dizzy, like I'm going to pass out. Why am I getting so nervous? They're just men--men with a really cool job--but the thought of actually meeting them is beginning to overwhelm me, especially Zayn. Ever since he winked at me I've been focusing all of my attention mainly on him. I honestly don't know why. There's just something about him that's so… inviting. He's reeling me in like a fish on a line. There's nothing I can do but fight it, but the result is inevitable.

            We headed backstage and showed the security guards our VIP passes. He took a single glance at them and let us back without even making sure they're legit. Someone's lazy.

            "Oh, my God," Mel said, "Oh, my God. Oh. My. God. I can't believe we're about to meet ONE DIRECTION. One. Fucking. Direction. I've been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on them, the moment I share with Niall, where our eyes meet and he smiles and comes closer to me and kisses me right in front of everyone and makes me his bride. But what if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks I'm awkward? What if he doesn't like redheads? What if he thinks one of my eyes is bigger than the other? What if--"

            Ari slapped her. "Bitch, calm down," she said. "He'll love you. He'll probably like get down on one knee and propose to you or like autograph your boobs or something." Mel waited for Ari to look away then fixed her boobs.

            "I seriously hope so!" Mel squealed. You can tell she was excited. She had a huge smile on her face and she was clutching her VIP pass like it was her lifeline. Ari looked like she was going to be sick. You can tell she was trying with all her might to keep her composure. Laura showed no sign of anticipation at all. She walked with her head held high and her mini tape recorder in her hand, ready to interview the boys for her magazine article.

         Before we went any further backstage, I told the girls I wanted to check how I looked in the mirror before we met the boys, so we all agreed it would be a good idea and we headed to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and fixed my makeup. My eyeliner was gathering up in the inner corner of my eye and that's a big no-no so I wiped it off and reapplied it, reapplied my scarlet red lipstick, then I fixed my hair. I looked at my face up-close in the mirror to check for any more imperfections but found nothing. After that, I looked over at the other girls and they were all doing the same. Laura was hiding her mini tape recorder in her purse and turned it on, ready to pick up anything the boys said. Next to the sinks they had a tall mirror against the wall. I stood infront of it, looked myself up and down, then stood to the side to look at my body from the side, and smiled. My tall, curvy body looked absolutely amazing in my black skinny jeans and black and turquoise striped crop top, which showed just a bit of the part of my tattoo that crossed the underside of my belly and my silver bellybutton ring with an aquamarine gem. I looked down at my lake blue Vans TNT Mid 5's and looked for any dirt. None. Perfect.

           I really like the way I look. My wavy naturally blue-black hair looked amazing with the dark blue-green streak I put in last night. It was on the left side next to my face, so it framed my heart-shaped face perfectly.

          "C'mon, Sky!" Laura called, holding the door open. "We need to go before the boys leave!"

        "Coming!" I called out to her. I looked myself up and down one last time, fixed my boobs, then ran out the door, ready to meet One Direction; Ready to see Zayn.