I became vastly aware of One Direction when a dear friend of mine became obsessed with them. And by them, I mean Harry Styles. I couldn’t get over how she could be so taken with him and how young he was. My friend bought VIP tickets to the show in San Diego and I committed to go along to see what all the pandemonium was about.
Lucky for my friend, S (names have been protected), my other dear friend was able to gain unfettered access to the band for this concert. I had no idea what I had in store.
Upon pulling up to the venue, we were ushered straight through to where the boys were hanging in their trailers. By the boys I mean, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, and Louis Tomlinson. We grabbed a bite to eat, got to meet them, and they even taught us how to shoot a bow and arrow. That made my archery expert father proud. What I wasn’t prepared for was all the screaming girls, the signs, the tears, and the professions of love for the boys. And I certainly hadn’t bargained for these sweet, teenaged fans to question who I was and how I was able to be so close to the band. It was a far cry from the chic, Almost Famous, groupie status, but more like, “What the **** are these girls doing next to the love of my life?” Trust me my little beauties, I was not after your boys. I can’t say the same for my friend, but I was not a threat.
Things got really interesting during sound check when Harry himself threw a snack of a sandwich to us, which I requested on behalf of my friend, and she actually caught it. After the concert, we grabbed some ice cream at McDonald’s with Harry, which was short lived because the Twitterverse spilled the beans on his location and the girls were on the move for on last chance to meet him. We said our goodbyes and off we were, back to LA having lived out a version of the teenage dream.
These boys were really genuinely sweethearts that I am sure are breaking teenage hearts all over the globe. I never understood how this band could be such a sensation, but then I remembered what it was like to be a teenage girl, have a poster on your wall, beg your mom to let you and your friends go to the concert in hopes of meeting your biggest crush. I loved the bright hopes of these little darling fans, and my friend actually got to spend time with her dreamboat. It was all in good fun, the band was really great live and I finally “got” it when it came to the hype around the guys.
Now I may not be a Directioner, but I truly wish that all you fans of the band get to meet them one day and who knows, maybe one of you will date them.