I was sitting on the floor filming the start of the baking video for my channel. I had already filmed the baking part I just had to do the beginning.

“Today I’ll be showing you guys what I make when I am having a movie night with my gals. I’ll showing you guys how to make toffee popcorn, peppermints and macaroons and I know that macaroons aren’t really a movie snack but their yummy and sweet so who cares?” I said scrunching up my face. “Make sure you comment your favourite treat and give this video a thumbs at!” I did the thumbs up sign. “So lets get starteeeeeed!” I said in a really strange voice. “Okay that yeah that was weird.”

Your probably all wondering who I am. I’m Darcy Foster, I’m 18 years old and I live in Colchester which is small town in London, England. I am a beauty, random video Youtuber with currently 2 clothing lines at Next and I am currently working on my summer clothing line. I live in a small flat on the edge of the town. I sometimes wonder why people bother watching my videos as I act like a complete idiot throughout all of my videos but I guess for some reason people enjoy it!

Suddenly I heard a multiple bangs on my bedroom door.

“Darcy it’s me come out!!”

I ran out of my room and skidded down the floor into the living room where my best friend/roommate paced around the room with gigantic grin on her face. She had gorgeous wavy blonde hair that went down to her waist, she had these blue eyes that I was jealous of. Frankie like me was also a YouTuber only she vlogged more than I did so naturally she was holding up a camera.

“Frankie what’s up?”

“You’ll never guess what I have.” She said excitedly as I sat down on the couch.

“What?” I asked playing along.

“We have front row tickets to ONE DIRECTION!!!” she squealed jumping up and down.

My stomach filled with dread. “No.” I moaned.

Frankie stopped jumping and her grin was pulled down into a frown. “We’re going to that concert even if I have to drag your sorry butt down to London myself.” She said sternly.

“But um I can’t.” I fumbled for an excuse.

“Darcy you’re going.”

“Can’t Mark go with you?” Mark is her boyfriend of 1 year he also vlogs and their ship name is Markie, I like it it’s kinda cute.

“No.” she sighs. “He’s busy editing.”

I rolled my eyes. Sure he is he’s probably on the couch stuffing his face while watching the Arsenal vs Chelsea game something I wanted to be doing.

“I’m not going to get out of this am I?”

“Nope.” She said popping the p.

“When is the concert?” I asked.

Frankie checked her watch. “Well its starts at 7 and its 4:30 so in 2 and half hours.”

“Jesus they were last minute tickets.” I stated wide eyed at my crazed friend.

“I know.” Frankie said nodding. “My sister was going with her friends but then they all had to work so I persuaded her to give them to me!”

Persuaded huh? More like tackled to the ground! I had a brother who was a 20 but we never tackled one another down for concert tickets we just tackled each other for the fun of it. Well at least we did when we were kids!

“Why are you standing there like a lemon?” Frankie asked breaking my trail of thought. “It’s going to take at least 90 minutes to get their so go and get ready!” she said practically pushing me to my bedroom.

I didn’t have to do much as I was wearing make up for my video but I added more mascara and re-touched on my lips. I mentally groaned when I saw myself in the long mirror I was so small I mean I only went past Frankie’s shoulders! My eyes were a dark brown and my hair was also brown but it didn't do anything for heat so it just lay straight.
I looked at my reflection again. I was wearing a grey muscle tee, black jeans and black ankle gum boots. I wished I looked as together as Frankie who was drop dead gorgeous. I on the other hand looked like I had just turned 15 rather than 18 years old.
Knowing there was absolutely nothing more I could do I went back into the living room to find Frankie standing with her back to me talking to her vlogging camera.

“So Darcy is taking her sweet time I don’t why she doesn't want to see the 1D guys I mean they’re cute AND they can sing what more do you want?”

“Guys that actually write their own music?” I replied coming into view.

“Finally.” She grumbled, ignoring my comment by choice. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the door. I grabbed my phone and keys and locked up wishing that I could stay home, edit videos and talk to my viewers on twitter.

@DarcyF: I am currently being dragged to my own personal hell aka One Direction concert by my best friend @FrankieC I wish I could of stayed home and edited some videos for you guys and talk to you all on twitter but maybe I’ll see some of you there? xx

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Traffic was awful but we finally got to the huge arena. Screaming girls were everywhere. Didn’t they have more dignity?

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We were now watching a band called 5 seconds of summer who I actually enjoyed. Frankie was jumping up and down like a luny but then so was everyone else. I felt out of place but I would of felt awkward if I was jumping up and down. I was glad that Frankie got front row seats as everyone was holding up phones and cameras really high that if we were anywhere else we would be watching the concert through a phone screen.
The 5SOS band wrapped up and the lights went dim and the screams became un bearably loud. Why didn't they sell ear plugs at the gift shop?

“You’re thinking why they don’t sell ear plugs here, aren't you?” Frankie yelled over the screams.

I grinned and nodded.

“See we are telepathic!” Frankie yelled grinning.

I smiled slightly at her not really feeling her joke as I felt myself getting a headache

“Loosen up, you might find you enjoy yourself!”

I rolled my eyes. I doubt it.

The lights went back on slightly and the sliding doors opened to 5 guys. If I thought the screams were bad now they were torture. I looked over at Frankie who was screaming her ass of. I looked around me. Girls were screaming, crying, yelling holding up posters. I felt like I had walked into the end of the world.

“Hello London!!!” The blonde one yelled into his chin microphone as he was playing the guitar.

They all broke out into a song that I had never heard of. As they got closer to the edge of the stage I could see them more clearly. One had a short brown hair, another had black hair, another had floppy brown hair, then there was the blondie and then there was the brown curly haired man. I couldn't remember his name but I remembered the articles that clogged up my favorite magazines and the radio broadcasts. He’s the man whore. I never got a close look at any of them as they all ran around the stage. It was kinda funny I had to admit when they fell or did stupid stuff.

The boy or should I say man with curly brown hair came closer to us and I could feel Frankie clutching at my wrist tightly as she jumped up and down, singing all of the lyrics. Up close I could see he had a hard jaw line and slightly tanned skin. He was attractive I’ll admit. I wondered what colour eyes he had. I then wondered why I cared. He was wearing black skinning jeans and a black t-shirt.

Strangely he looked at me and Frankie then broke out in a large grin. The song had ended.

“Hey everyone the youtuber Darcy Foster is in the audience!” he said grinning at me.

I felt my cheeks blush. I looked over at Frankie who grinning ear to ear.

“OMG your Darcy Foster!” The girl next to me yelled.

I nodded at her and smiled.

I looked up at the stage and saw Harry was crouching on the edge of the stage right in front of me.

“It’s Darcy Foster.” He repeated holding up the microphone up to his plump lips. Up close his eyes were green.

“Why don’t you pick out the next song?” Harry said looking at me. His eyes traveled up and down my body. Was he checking me out? What a creep.

He held out the microphone gesturing for me to take it. I took it. His fingers touch me slightly and a jab of electricity move up my arm. I nearly dropped the microphone. I looked up at Harry who was now looking at me the same way I was looking at him. I pulled back.

“I don’t know any of your songs.” I said boldly into the microphone. “But my friend is a fan, so why don’t you pick Frankie?” I said holding the microphone out to Frankie who was looking at me in shock.

She took the microphone that shook noticeably in her hands. “Best song ever.” She whispered into the microphone nervously.

“That’s a song?” I asked her shock evidently in my voice not realising that I was in close proximity to the microphone that caught every word.
I took the microphone from Frankie’s hands and reached over the barrier to give it back to Harry who was now smirking at me. His hands purposely wrapped around mine.

Ignoring the jolts of electricity running through me I glared at him “I’ll drop it.” I warned.

He gave me one final grin and took the microphone and they all started to sing. I stepped back and let go of a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

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When they left the stage at the end of the concert I grabbed Frankie’s wrist and dragged her out of the arena.

“Excuse me?” I looked down and saw a five girls aged between 13-15 year old looking at me nervously.

“Hi, what’s up?” I asked smiling wondering why they looked so nervous.

“Can we have your autograph?”

“and take a picture with you?” another one piped up.

“Do you guys watch my channel?” I asked surprised.

They all nodded enthusiastically .

I signed them all an autograph and took some selfies with them. Then loads of people wanted autographs and selfies. I felt so surprised and shocked. It’s hard to believe that they’re my fans. They’re the reason why I get to create a clothing line instead of work in a supermarket while struggling through uni. They’re the reason why I have a flat that I love with my best friend. I love my fans they’re the best. I’m so lucky to have them. They were there when not a lot of people weren't.

I looked over at Frankie and saw that some of her viewers had recognised her and was chatting with them and taking selfies.

Suddenly a well-built middle-aged man came. “Excuse me Ms Foster would you and your friend come with me? I’m the bands body guard.”

“Of course!” Frankie said excitedly before I could say anything.

I looked over at my fans. So many that I didn't get the chance to speak to. I wish I could speak to all of them.

I quickly waved and took a quick photo of them that I immediately uploaded to Instagram and twitter.
@DarcyFoster1: It was great seeing you all, I’m sorry I didn't get to speak to all of you! I wish I could of!

The guard led us backstage and I could practically hear Frankie’s excitement.

We ended up in a series of corridors that led us to a dressing room.

“They boys are right through there.” The guard said. Now when I say guard I don’t mean the bloody Queens guard dressed in red and black suits. He was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

Frankie opened up the door and practically fell through the doorway. I rolled my eyes and followed her through.

The guys were all sitting on couches or chairs.

They all stood up when they saw us.

“You must be Darcy.” Said the male with the shortest brown hair. He smiled. “We watch your videos all the time!”

I scrunched up my face. “You watch my make-up tutorials?” I asked teasingly.

“Surprisingly no.” the blonde one said with a boyish grins. “But we definitely watch all the funny ones that have a guy interests! I’m Niall by the way and that was Liam and that’s Louis and Zayn.” He pointed.

“This is my best friend Frankie.” I said gesturing towards my wide eyed, for once speechless friend. “She’s not usually this quiet.” I warned. “She’s a fan.”

The guys laughed.

“It’s nice to meet you love.” Louis said stepping forward.

Frankie nodded slowly.

“So I take it that you’re not a fan?” Zayn asked smiling slightly at me.

“Um well not really.” I said feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“Well that is refreshing.” Said a male raspy tone behind me. I turned and saw the curly hair boy giving me a boyish grin. “I’m Harry Styles.” He said holding out his hand.

I looked at it wearily but slowly slipped my hand into his grasp. Tingles ran up my arm, tingles I chose to ignore.

“Darcy Foster.” I said looking up into the green eyes that now looked at me greedily. I wouldn't draw my gaze, he wasn't going to make me back down. I noticed that I only reached past his shoulders.

“I know.” He said. He pulled my closer and I pulled my hand out of his grip. I tried to take a step back but my clumsiness got in the way and I tripped over my own feet, I felt myself fall backwards.

Two hands caught me just in time and pulled me back to my feet. Harry’s hands. They squeezed my waist making me shiver. He pulled my closer to him.

Harry leant down. “I bet I could give you the best bang you've ever had.” He whispered seductively in my ear.

I took a step back in shock. My hand suddenly flew up and hit his cheek.

“You fucking man whore!” I snapped angrily.

He looked at me in shock.

“What did you think I would say? Prove it?” I asked smiling slightly.

A red blotch had appeared on his cheek but I felt no guilt.

“Let’s go Frankie.” I said who was staring at us in shock.

I tried to step past Harry but he grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t be like that babe.” He said huskily into my ear.

I stomped on his foot and he groaned.

“Oh for god sake your lucky it wasn't your balls.” I snapped. Then I stormed out of the room.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

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Realising that I had left Frankie behind in the dressing room I sent her a quick text to tell her to get her arse to the car so she could take me home.
I leant against the green car and wondered how the hell did that happen? First off, I don’t get guys attention period and the first guy who did was a fucking ass hole who only wanted to get into my panties? I rested my face in my hands as I replayed tonight’s events.

“Darcccy!”

I looked up and saw a very cheerful Frankie skipping towards me.

I looked up and death stared her, this was her fault!

“What?” she asked confused as she stopped in front of me.

“Nothing.” I grumbled, “Let’s just go home.”

I opened the passenger door and slid in.

“They were really brilliant weren't they?” Frankie said excitedly as she pulled out of the car park.

I shrugged not wanting to talk about the concert, “They were alright I guess and they did seem like decent guys. Except that Harry though, what-a-dick.”

“No he isn't!” Frankie protested.

“Frankie he told me he could give me the best ‘bang’!” I replied annoyed.

“Is that why you slapped him and stomped on his foot?”

“No I just slap people and stomp on their feet randomly.” I retorted sarcastically.

We drove the rest of the way to our flat in silence. When we walked into the living room I wrapped her round in a bear hug.

“You’re not mad at me are you?” I asked worriedly.

“Well not really I’ll be fine in the morning but as a Directioner I personally have to be angry at you for insulting the boys.” She said grinning cheekily.

I laughed and kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow Frankie.” I said as I went into my bedroom. I then flopped down on the bed, it had been a long day.

Darcy's Bedroom


Living roomFrankie's bedroomKitchen

Bathroom

Walk in robe


Harry’s Pov
“I wanna stay up all night and jump around until we see the sun.” I sang into the microphone. Adrenaline was pumping through me and I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. I looked over at the other boys who were all sharing an identical grin.
Suddenly my eyes are pulled to the one girl not jumping up and down, screaming or singing along. She just stood there looking bored. Next to her there was a girl who clutching the bored girls wrist. She had long blonde hair and was jumping up and down. Suddenly the girl who looked really bored looked at me she had brown hair and I could see that she had brown eyes I recognised her straight away. Darcy Foster. I grinned.

*5 hours earlier*

“Hey guys, so last week I promised you a Q&A video so I asked you to ask me questions on twitter using the #Q&AwithDarcy.” Darcy Foster held up the hashtag sign. “So lets get starteeeed!”

I was on my hotel floor watching my favourite youtuber Darcy Foster. She was hilarious and fucking hot. The things I would do to her.

“Has she uploaded again?” Niall asked as him and the other 3 guys came in.

I nodded and went back to the video. The guys all sat around me. It aggravated me slightly but the guys know that she’s mine.

“So the first question is ‘what is your most embarrassing moment?’” Darcy laughed. “Well let me to tell you I have a few but you guys are my besties, just don’t tell anyone ok?” she held a finger up to her pink probably soft lips then giggled. “My most embarrassing moment would either be when I was 8 years old and I got asked if I could do a high kick and for those who don’t know I am very competitive and so of course I did it only I kicked to high and I kneed myself in my face and my nose was bleeding everywhere and I had to be taken to the nurse! Or it was when I was 7 and I had a fear of elevators but I wanted to show my mum and my brother that I could go down by myself.” She blushed slightly. “And so I ah well made them go down the elevators first but then I chickened out and I couldn’t go down by myself and I was holding up a massive line and my mum and my brother couldn’t come back up as it was Marks and Spencer's and you have to go around the store. So my mum couldn’t leave me and she couldn't leave my brother as he was only 9 so an elderly man had to carry me down the elevators!
Or it was when I was 15 and I had to speak in my assembly but when I was climbing up the stairs to the stage to get to the podium I was really nervous and my foot got caught in the stair but I didn’t realise so I face planted in front of the entire school!”

I looked around at the other guys who were joining in on my laughter. The rest of the video considered of normal questions favourite youtuber, food, singer, and band.

I perked up hopefully, hoping she would say I’m her favourite. I mean why wouldn’t she? But she said Little Mix and that Perrie or Jade was her favourite. My heart deflated and I scoffed.
I felt a sharp jab in my back and spun around to see Zayn had kicked me.

“Don’t scoff at my fiance just because she’s Darcy's favorite.” He told me sternly.

I rolled my eyes.

“Now the final Q&A is who is your least favorite band is and who is your least favorite member?” She scrunched up her face adorably so her nose and eyes crinkled. “I’m probably going to get a lot of hate from this but 1 Direction, I can’t say are my favorite and for me Harry is my least favorite member just because he’s the only name I know as I keep hearing him on the radio hooking up with a load of women.”

To my surprise I laughed. No-one dared to be honest with us like this and it was refreshing though a blow to the ego.

“Ok guys I hope you enjoyed this video and give it a thumbs up and comment what you thought of it.” She blew up her cheeks then let it out. “And follow me on my social media, I will leave it in the bio box and I will talk to you later! Love you all!”

*Present time (still Harry’s Pov)
The song ended and I was still grinning. I held up the microphone to my lips. ““Hey everyone the YouTuber Darcy Foster is in the audience!”

Her cheeks went pink as she stared at me. I looked at the guys who were looking at me with a “What the hell are you doing.” Expression.

I walk over more to the edge of the stage and crouched down in front of her. She so beautiful more beautiful than on camera and I didn't think that was possible.

She looked at me.

“It’s Darcy Foster.” I repeated.
Get it together Harry.

“Why don’t you pick out the next song?” I asked her knowing that she probably didn’t know our songs as she hates us so much. I expect she will just stutter. My eyes traveled down her body then locked back at her eyes.

I held out the microphone for her to take. She look at me wonderingly then reached out to grab the microphone. Her hands brushed mine slightly and this electric feeling ran through me. Our eyes locked but then she pulled back.

“I don’t know any of your songs.” she said boldly into the microphone. “But my friend is a fan, so why don’t you pick Frankie?” Darcy held out the microphone to the girl with blonde hair who was looking at the two of us in shock.

She took the microphone that shook noticeably in her hands. “Best song ever.” She whispered into the microphone nervously.

“That’s a song?” Darcy asked her shock evidently in her voice. Her voice was caught in the microphone for all of the stadium to hear. I burst out laughing as the out cries of our faithful fans screamed.
Darcy took the microphone from Frankie’s hands and reached over the barrier to give it back to me. I reached out and purposely wrapped my hands around hers wanting the electric tingle to run through me again. I could tell that she could feel it too even if she was glaring at me which only made me smile at her more.

“I’ll drop it.” She warned.

I gave her one final grin and took the microphone. As I started to sing I looked back at her to see her let go of a breath.

Notes

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SO this story was originally posted on my other account kt999 but then that account got closed off so now i'm just going to be editing while re-posting chapters on both of my stories. Its work i've done over the past 2 months so bare me for a new update.

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