A Love For a Singer - A District3 Fan Fiction

Chapter 12 - A Surprising Tragedy

Chapter 12 - A surprising tragedy 

Later on in the day i started to get ready to watch my favourite band, District3. First, my hair. I began to get the curlers out of the drawer and started to turn them on. I felt the heat steaming off the curlers. I started to curl my hair from top to bottom.  

When my hair was finally curled and clipped my fringe back, i stumbled upon the bathroom and started to do my make-up. Foundation, bronzer, reddish pink lipstick that was a bit faint so its not that bright, liquid eyeliner and mascara.  

What should i wear? That's the proper question. I started to wear my grey top with my nice jeans. Black converse and my pink necklace. I'm finally done. One more check in the mirror to see if i look okay. As i looked in the mirror, i saw a girl who was ready to meet her future. I was ready. 

"Nicole? Are you done making yourself look pretty?" Bertie shouted from downstairs. 

"Just a minute" I shouted back taking one last glance at the mirror making sure everything was perfect.  

I scurried downstairs for my 'Someday' perfume and sprayed it all over my neck and wrists.  

"You smell beautiful" Bertie complimented. I bit my lip sexually. 

"Thank you..Stop being adorable" I joked as i punched his arm in a playful way. 

We started to head out and waited at the bus stop to wait for the bus to Manchester (that is where District 3 are playing their gig). We sat down on the cold seat as i started to shiver. In England, it was mostly bad weather. Right now, the sky is grey and the air is cold. I'm surprised it's not raining. I saw our bus coming towards us and Bertie held out his hand to get his attention to stop the bus. He eventually stopped and we got on the bus. As Bertie started to pay, i started to take my seat. My seat is on the back row. I always loved sitting at the back, but as i looked ahead, some high school gangster gang was on there, it was full of boys. They looked rough and i didn't want to mess around with them. They are the type of guys who would commit rape or murder and dosen't give a shit. They think they are better than everyone else and older than everyone else even though me and Bertie are older than them. They had snapbacks on, leather jackets, dirty converses and a dirty look on their faces. I didn't want to bother them so i took a seat in the middle.  

"Hey sexy lady" I heard a inappropriate voice behind me that sounded Australian. It started to get closer and closer. I felt a hand on my thigh going up my leg. 

"Come and sit with us" He said. I looked up, it was one of the gangs. However, this boy wasn't half bad looking..even though he seems like a rapist. He had brown hair, a lip ring and a snap back hat. He bent down to talk to me closely in case i didn't hear him. 

"Hey sexy thing..my name is Luke Brooks. Care to join me on the back seat?" He winked. I shook my head and started to get up and walk. 

"No thank you" I said sitting down at another seat.  

"What's the problem?" I heard Bertie's voice out of nowhere. Luke started to back off to the back seat as i sat there dramatized of what just happened. Bertie sat next to me rubbing my leg like what Luke did. I hit his hand with a snap. 

"Don't do that.." I said with a temper. 

"What just happened? What did he do to you?" Bertie asked getting suspicious. 

"Just don't talk about it" I snapped back at him with a temper. Bertie became silent about the whole thing. "I'm sorry..it's just i don't want to talk about what just happened" I said. 

"You don't need to" Bertie said while holding my hand. 

The bus journey wasn't half bad. Luke stayed on the bus until we got off. I don't know if he followed me or if he is still on the bus. I don't really want to know right now..i just want to see District 3 and go home.  

Screaming fans ringing in my ears. I saw a crowd of girls hovering over one another just to get closer. Me and Bertie walked on and saw a massive stage that was stood in the square. There he was..Greg, Micky and Dan. I started to crack a tear and my hand hovered over my mouth. I tried to get closer but i couldn't. Pushing..shoving. I hate small spaces. Flashing cameras making me go blind..then Dan stared into the crowd..then stared at me. My eyes flickering on and off as my legs started to get weaker and weaker. My lungs literally stopped working and i couldn't breath. The next thing i saw was black. No pictures in my head..just a black picture.  

"Is she okay?" I heard a voice. 

"Nicole?!" Bertie shouted. More screaming. 

"Someone call the paramedics!" I heard a familiar voice that was over me..it sounded like..Dan.