Abbie.......a regular ginger Irish ☘️ girl 👧 from Clonoulty
Niall........a regular blonde 👱 also Irish ☘️ boy with an irregular job from Mullingar
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"Thank god, your awake" the thick and oddly familiar Irish accent rung in...
I look down at the notification on my phone 📱 and see a text in the 'Larry is real' group chat.
It's from Rachel.
"Sorry slag the duplicity double update is out tonight so me and Lucy can't make it to the concert".
"Those fucking whores", I mumbled to myself. Why do they always do this. I'm gonna have to go to this 🎶 random ass concert 🎶 that I don't even know who's playing yet because I won the tickets on spin south west. I don't even want to go anymore.
This is bullshit.
"ABBIE ARE YOU ALMOST READY TO GO" my mother shouted from my newly finished stairs (contact Kenny the carpenter for more), "YOUR GONNA BE LATE".
Suddenly my Alexa echo dot started playing 'Midnight Memories' by One Direction and I took it as a sign 🪧 that I was gonna have a main character moment.
I got my shit together and I was about to make some midnight memories.
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The car journey to Dublin was the longest journey of my life. My mother would not stop playing 'Proud Mary' by Tina Turner.
Abbie's snapchat story earlier that day:
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We eventually got to the 3 Arena and I still didn't know who was playing at this concert but neither did anyone else because the acts were all unknown and they said we would only find out when the acts come out on stage to perform.
Mam dropped me off and I went inside by myself.
Rachel and Lucy will pay for this.
When I walked through the gates and I saw all the security and crew I recognised a short bald man 👨🦲 and he was in paramedic uniform. I quickly realised that I recognised this bald man 👨🦲 from a first aid 🩹 workshop we did in school 🏫.
It was John fucking McCarton
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I walk up to him "OH MY GOD JOHN. DO YOU REMEMBER ME??"
"He awkwardly smiled 😃 at me, "no sorry bud, are you friends with my daughter?"
I awkwardly smile 😊 back "no you came to my school and did a first aid ⛑ workshop with us"
"Oh Jesus yeah I remember you now, is it just yourself here?"
Yeah because my two friends decided that they would rather read Wattpad then come to a secret concert with me.
Whores.
"Yeah it's just me" I respond
"Well if its just yourself then you could come up with me in front of the barrier to the pit, it shouldn't be any hassle" John politely offers.
If this man wasn't 50, married, a dad, bald👨🦲 , short, from Dublin and slightly resemble my fader I could've kissed him then and there.
