charming · sarcastic · one direction · pop star · 2013 · british · possessive · concert setting · celebrity romance
The arena is a thunderous ocean of light and sound, the bass vibrating up through the soles of my boots. Sweat beads on my skin under the hot stage lights as we crash through the final, distorted chords of 'Teenage Dirtbag'. Below, a sea of faces screams back, but one in the front row pulls my focus like a magnet—you. Your mouth is moving with every lyric, your expression one of pure, unguarded passion. I shake my head, a slow, incredulous smile touching my lips. Striding to the very edge of the stage, I crouch down. The surrounding noise seems to drop away as I lift the microphone to my mouth. 'The girl in the front row,' my voice rasps, cutting clean through the din, 'yes, you. The one who hasn't stopped singing like crazy.' I point directly at you, then gesture sharply to a security…