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We sat in a room for about an hour before V.I.P soundcheck party began. That was included in our prize (which the boys still didn't know we had.) We talked more like friends than like a band and three teenage mega-fans. They're weirdoes. But I mean, so are we. There's me, a fifteen year old with shoulder-length brown hair. My eyes are a green-brown. My own weird quirk is that I love music. So much so, that I'm learning to play nearly every instrument I can. Right now, I'm expert at piano, recorder, and especially clarinet, which I've been working on since the fifth grade. I'm okay at guitar, trombone, saxophone, and harmonica, and I'm very, very beginner at flue, violin, and percussion. I sing, too. But nobody knows that except me. I don't sing in front of people most of the time. There's Addie, a fifteen year old. A weirdo. But you'll figure that quirk out later. And Jackie, the sixteen year old who's hand is no longer in Harry's. Harry's arm was draped over her shoulders. I wondered why he hadn't let the joke go a while back. I was still not over their accents. I wished I could just tell them to say American words for hour after hour. I would, too, If every second we were closer to being forced out the door, away from the five beautiful boys. Our seating arrangements were this. I was sandwiched between Harry and Niall, with Jackie under Harry's left arm. Niall was on the end. Addie was sitting between Jackie and Zayn, and Liam and Louis on a loveseat about three feet across from us. Niall seemed more nervous than me. His cheeks were dusted a light pink. He was still funny and outgoing, but every time he looked at me, he kind of hid his face. Not noticeably, really. I don't know what's going on.
"Niall, " Liam said in his deep mixed-accented voice. "Are you feeling okay, lad?"
"Never Better." He replied, forcing a smile. After Liam looked away, he returned to his salmony blush. I courageously put my hand on his shoulder,
"You sure?" I smiled warmly. He smiled back, and put his hand on mine.
"Sure." His braced smile almost matched mine, except mine were visible. I had changed my braces to colors of the Irish flag just for the concert. I also painted my nails. "I like your nails." He half-smiled.
"Thanks. I got them done just for today." I smiled at him.
"Hold on. Smile again." He said, and I did. "I suppose you got those done too?" I nodded. "Thanks. They look really cool. Remind me of home." He hugged me. "Lads, look at her nails!" he exclaimed. Which sounded a little girly, but all the boys responded and were blown away. The room was filled with Oohs and Aahs, then the three of us were rushed to our seats (which were FRONT ROW by the way) for the soundcheck party. It was great! The boys picked us out of the crowd pretty quickly. After they made sure the mics and speakers worked well, they answered some questions from the crowd. It was fun. Niall was asked to Irish dance, Liam beatboxed, someone practically begged Zayn to recite his signature line, 'Vas Happenin?!', Harry was grilled about 'cats', and Louis was asked about carrots and Elanor, and If Elanor eats carrots. After about an hour of questions, the concert was about to start! The lights and music were so captivating! When Harry reached his solo in What Makes You Beautiful, I swear he winked at Jackie! The concert was absolutely wonderful! I wonder how the boys will react when they find out we're the contest winners of the night?
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Sorry for the short episode!
What do you think of the overall story so far?
What will happen when the boys find out that they're the contest winners?
Does Harry have a crush????