Postcards

chapter 3

Fortunately, Don decided out of the goodness of his heart not to kill me. Still, I felt liberated, once we made our own ways, after he led me to the entrance, I had come in, and I was able to orient myself. As I stepped out of the building, I took a very deep breath, and let the cold night London air flood my lungs. For a few minutes, I just went, moving leg after leg, perfectly happy, until I realised, that I had no idea, where I was going and where I should go.

Starbucks. In that hurry and condition of brainlessism, I told my cousins to go to Starbucks. It was the first thing that appeared in my head. But what if they couldn’t find a Starbucks?

I got a bad feeling. I lost my cousins in a big city.

After minutes of worrying - I was about to go wild- I remembered that I was in possession of a certain communication tool called mobile phone. Laughing about my own stupidy, I dialled Brenda’s number.

“HELLO?!” Brenda literally screamed, which caused fright on my part, because I didn’t expected such a fast and loud answer.

“Hey, Brenda, it’s me, I am finished now.”

I realised why Brenda was screaming. There was a big noise in the background, like many people talking.

“Mona? We are in Starbucks, as you told us, but…Ouch!” Brenda’s voice didn’t sound very happy or enthusiastic, as I admittedly expected. Instead of excited questions about the meeting with the boys, I only heard grumbles and fast talking voices. Then a loud rustle. Suddenly a voice, again.

“Hey, Mona, Eliza’s talking.” Brenda’s sister didn’t seem to be more relaxed.

“Hey, what happened to Brenda?” I was suddenly wholeheartedly aware of, that I am in charge of Brenda and Eliza. If something had happened to them, I would have got problems.

“Nothing serious, someone stepped on her toe!” was the calming answer. “But Starbucks is really crowded. Many girls decided to go here after the concert, apparently.”

“Wait outside! I’m on my way!” That was a lie. I wasn’t on my way, I was just standing there, on an almost deserted place.

“Okay, hurry up, we wanna know everything.” I guess Eliza smiled, while saying this sentence. At least, her voice sounded that way.

I hung up after saying goodbye and looked for the street with the Starbucks.

There were more people in that street than on the place, almost only girls. Some of them had painted “1D”or names on their cheeks for the concerts.  I felt a bit lonely, walking along alone, because the girls walked in groups. Brenda and Eliza were standing in front of the Starbucks store, trying to stand as close by each other as possible, because of the cold night air. I speeded up, screaming “Hey”. It was louder than expected, I aroused attention. Many girls watched my steps.

I hated when the focus is so on me. I prefer being in the background, watching what was going on.

Brenda started bombarded me with questions, as I was close enough to talk without screaming.

“How was it?” “How are they?” “Are they as beautiful from close to?” “Did they hug you?”

“Not here!” I said, assuming all the other girls. “In the underground!”

“It was great, they all are nice, they are even more beautiful, and everyone hugged me, except Zayn!” I whispered to Brenda, as we descended the steps to the tube station. Her eyes shined brightly.

I had to tell the whole story exact five times, changing the focus on each boy.

I decided to give my t-shirt with the autographs to Brenda, who wore it as a night shirt in the night and as a long shirt on the three following days.