One Shot; Tiara and Zayn
Three days, six hours, and twenty-one minutes; that’s how long Carlos Pena was trying to get his best friend to go to a concert with him. And still, despite his constant begging and persuasion, Tiara refused to go simply because he had yet to tell her the name of the band.
“Tiara, please! I know you’d love the band and besides, it would make me so happy.” And that was it. For Carlos, those last few words were the hook, line, and sinker. He knew that all she really wanted was to make people happy- it was really her main priority- and he was using it to his advantage.
In the same second Carlos had spoken, the dark haired girl leaned back in her seat, arms being thrown into the air in annoyance. “Fine!”
Blowing a puff of air out of her lungs, Tiara stood from her chair, body bending to the ground to pick up her bag lying beside her so the two could leave the restaurant they were currently seated in.
The boy stood after her, throwing down a few bills on the table, leaving quite the generous tip as he did so. “I knew you’d come around.” Throwing an arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders, Carlos guided her to the exit, speaking as they emerged into the warm sunlight. “Now, what are you wearing? You need to look good.”
Tiara laughed, a smile lightening her brown eyes. “I’m not too sure, but I have a feeling you know.”
-!-
Sliding her feet into a pair of Vans, Tiara checked the time on her phone once more, frowning the moment the numbers lit up her screen. Carlos was fifteen minutes late. Odd considering Carlos was almost never late.
In a split second decision, Tiara pulled her bag onto her shoulder, digging out her headphones and putting them in her ears. Heading out the front door and down the steps, she made her way over to the makeshift swing hanging down from the larger of the trees littering her front yard.
Settling down on the wooden plank, the girl pressed play, Some Nights blasting through the speakers as she waited for her friend to arrive.
Humming quietly to herself, Tiara played with the string hanging off of her lighter shorts, red plaid button up blowing in the wind.
After a single song change, Carlos was there, honking the horn as to needlessly alert Tiara of his presence.
Once she was in the car, the two were off; Carlos smiling stupidly at the road while he sang along to the radio, Tiara nodding her head, still unknowing of just who they were going to see.
-!-
Now, she knew why Carlos never told her. It was them; the boys who he claimed were so amazing and sweet, the boys who all of her friends were obsessed with, the boys who –in all honestly- Tiara really didn’t care about too much.
And there she was, sitting front row at a One Direction concert, best friend sitting beside her typing away at his phone like a maniac.
Resting her elbow on the arm of her seat, Tiara looked around her, groaning at all of the tweens screaming how much they loved the little boy band that had yet to even make an appearance on the stage in front of her.
“Hey, T, the boys really want to meet you. They’re asking me to take you backstage now.” Carlos rose, grabbing his friend’s arm and dragging her behind him.
Getting past security was a breeze, one of the boys –the blonde one- waiting for the two along with the two scary looking body guards in front of the door.
Carlos and the boy greeted each other, acting as if they had been friends their entire lives, before they made their way back to the dressing room, Tiara being introduced to Niall –that was blondie’s name- along the way.
Once they had reached their destination, Tiara was met with four other boys, two of which were shirtless and jumping up and down and shaking their heads for what looked like no apparent reason. All the while the other two threw M&Ms at each other, mouths open and tongues sticking out to help catch the colorful candies.
Niall called out to them all, the jumping boys standing still while the other two just glanced over before continuing their throwing and eating.
Tiara didn’t take notice of anything after that, her eyes had locked on one of the shirtless boys, her jaw slacking as she took him in. Tanned skin, jet black hair styled to perfection, and tattoos; lots of them.
“-and that’s Zayn.” Zayn. Different, odd, nice.
She grinned, eyes still locked on Zayn’s –who when he noticed her stare returned the gesture within an instant. “Pleasure to meet you all.”
“More like pleasure to meet Zayn.” Her ears barely registered Louis snickering in the back, his mumbles causing a slight blush to decorate her cheeks.
The boy in question simply laughed along with everyone else, the sound acting as music to her ears.
Carlos and Tiara took a seat on one of the empty couches, relaxing with the boys while they got ready up till it was time for the two to head back to their seats. Just before she left the room however, Zayn took her aside, a halfgrin holding his lips.
His last words rung through her head for the entirety of the concert, a constant blush heating up her face while she watched him move throughout every song. Carlos smirking from next to her as they danced along, his knowing look never leaving his face.
“Let’s hang out after the concert. I feel like we’ll get on really well.”
Zayn’s words couldn’t be any more true either. The two did get along well, well enough that after hanging out only twice the two were already headed on their first date. The first of many.