Tearing my dreams apart

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We all head out of the arena, some girls are in pain because they couldn't move their legs, I hear that they arrived at the arena at 5.00am!

I grab my two friends hands and quickly rush out of the arena, whilst dragging them behind.

Hopefully, I want to meet Luke, Ashton, Michael and Calum if they come outside to greet fans!

I have been waiting for this moment all my life and finally, I think it can be possible!

We wait at the back of the venue amongst a gigantic crowd of people, we push our way through, I am determined to get to the front no matter who stands in my way.

My determination feeling quickly turns into a sad, gloomy, lonely one kind of like the British weather.

It is freezing and I regret not bringing my coat with me.

Hours passes by and so do small clusters of fans who are tired of waiting any longer.

My friends nag me to go as they keep on repeating that they won't come out, it is hopeless.

I want to feel optimistic but after every sentence they say, my heart sinks further and further, I am faced with the realisation that they aren't going to come out to meet us.

Streams of tears pour down my face making my cheeks turn rosy. I look around to see everyone but us have left. We are so stupid to wait around for 2 hours for them to come out.

I look at the time, my eyes lit up. It is late. Very late.

All the buses have stopped running and there is no way of us getting home.

I can tell by my friends facial expression that they are annoyed with me however, I didn't care as I am angry at the boys.

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