I rushed back to Lola, thinking the show would have already started but as I walked in, the lights were still on and there was a gentle murmur of people chatting. I walked to the front and sat down, “Sorry Lo!” I whispered. “Where have you been? I was about to send a search party!” she joked, but she looked annoyed. “Just a really big queue” i replied. “Oh, i suppose I can forgive you just this once as long as you tell me which smile i should do when Matt comes on st…..” but I wasn’t listening, I was thinking about him. The way he had smiled at me, his beautiful Irish accent and the way he had wrapped his hands round my waist. He was perfect. My thoughts were interrupted by the lights dimming, I rummaged through my Paul’s boutique bag and got out my blackberry, ‘one new message - Dylan’. Lola looked over my shoulder, “Open it! Do you think he wants to get back together?” she grinned. “Oh, who cares!” I turned my blackberry off and put it away. “Daisy, a few weeks ago you would have done anything to get back with him!” she looked confused. “Yes well people change and the show is starting, so shhh”
Dermot came out and introduced the judges, Cheryl Cole is as pretty in person; by the way. “Now,” he smiled “It’s time to introduce the first act, Simon…take it away.” Simon beamed “This.. Is One Direction!”
The crowd, including Lola went wild, and the VT began to roll. It showed 5 young guys, about my age, all extremely good looking. They introduced themselves “I’m Harry” “I’m Zayn” “I’m Liam” “I’m Louis” “and I’m Niall.” Niall? Niall! It couldn’t be? Could it? I looked at the VT but it had changed to a blank screen with the name “One direction”
Before I could think the doors opened and the five boys walked out. I scanned their faces and found him instantly, his blue eyes pulling me in. It was him alright. He was stood on the far left wearing a black shirt with pale jeans and boots. “WOOO I LOVE ONE DIRECTION!!” Lola screamed at me. “ME TOO!” I screamed back. Lola gave me a weird look as if to say, ‘what? I thought you hated them’ I grinned at her as I sang along to the familiar Coldplay lyrics. He didn’t see me, was to busy working the crowd, but boy, did I see him.
The judges comments were great and I watched them walk off the stage but Niall didn’t turn around, too busy high fiving his band-mates.
The rest of the acts were good and before we knew it the night was over. I picked up my coat and began to walk towards the doors with Lola. Suddenly, a man dressed in black with an earpiece in came up to me. “Daisy?” he asked “Yeah that’s me, why?” I replied puzzled. He simply passed me a note and walked away. I unfolded it and read it, on it was a phone number and underneath it said ‘I want to see those brown eyes of yours again, call me - N.’ I smiled and felt like a million dollars. “What was that about?!” Lola asked. “Oh, it’s nothing, let’s go before the queue gets too big!” I put the piece of paper in my bag and we walked up the stairs and out the door. Sat on the underground, filled with young party-goers, he was all I could think about. Those soft lips, blue eyes and blonde hair. I wanted to see him again. I had to see him again.
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