Halloween: a night to dress up in whatever you want. Whether it’s the scary zombie or the sexy nurse, people use this night to bring out their inner demons, or in my case, my inner popstar. Haven’t you always wondered what it’s like to be famous, even if just for one night?

Now, I’m not going to lie, it’s a pretty cool feeling when you walk out of your house and the first thing you hear is, “OH MY GOD! IT’S ONE DIRECTION! THOSE COSTUMES ARE GENIUS! YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT! Can we take a picture with you?”

However, not all trick-or-treaters were fans of our get-up. There were multiple “I hate One Direction” and “One Direction’s gay!” thrown at us but I tried not to let the seventh grade boys’ opinions ruin my celebrity night.

One particular group of boys took it too far, though. They reached for my friend Kaitlyn’s (a.k.a. Niall’s) mask and ripped it off her face. They broke the mask and taunted her with it. We eventually got the mask back and made the little punks apologize for ruining her mask.

Most of the older folks passing out candy didn’t know who we were supposed to be and asked for a concert so they could get an idea of who we were. They were thoroughly entertained by our performance, especially because only Harry, Niall and Liam knew all of the lyrics. Unfortunately Zayn and I didn’t know any words except for the chorus.

You’d be surprised by the number of people that actually believed we were guys behind the masks. I can’t count how many “Whoa, you’re girls!” we got. I didn’t think that we looked that manly but apparently our baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants made us look pretty realistic.

By the end of the night we had taken six pictures with fans, had seven pictures taken of us, four requested mini-concerts and countless girlish squeals.

Let’s just say being a popstar has its perks, but I would never be able to do it. There are far too many fans wanting pictures, adults wanting concerts and haters spitting hate.

 by OLIVIA GRAHL