Big Love {H.S.}

Prologue

"Ouch" damn brush. One of these days I'm going to rip all my hair out. I keep brushing my long brown hair and look in the mirror. Not liking what I see, I grab my makeup bag and start trying to cover the dark circles under my eyes from last nights hardcore study session. After applying the rest of my makeup which consisted of eyeliner, mascara, and blush I was finally satisfied with how my face looked. I quickly brush my teeth and try to mentally prepare myself for the next part of my routine. I grab the scale from under the sink and stepped onto it. Disgusted with the number I kicked it across the floor. 325. Why do I keep gaining?!

Ugh, I can't do anything right. I walk out of my bathroom and into my bright blue and green room, walking over too my closet, I sift through the things that actually fit. I slip on some black leggings with an ill fitting oversized hoodie and was satisfied with my outfit. I grab my backpack and iPhone from my bedside table and head down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen I ignored my moms plea's for me to eat breakfast. God knows she's secretly happy I'm skipping meals. I grabbed my keys from the counter. The only thing I hate about going to school is driving through this town. Fucking rednecks don't know how to drive like civilized human beings.

After I get out of high school I'm planning to move to New York City and get out of this hell hole. I walked out of my garage door and got into my car. Starting the engine I turn the volume dial almost as loud as my speakers could go. I pull out of the driveway singing along.

Blaring through the speakers was my favorite band, One direction. The most drool worthy men you will ever see in your life here on earth. I have to admit I am a bit obsessed. On my drive through the never ending cornfields of my small town My mind keeps wandering. I'm planning on going to college out of state because I know I'm destined for something more than this town full of meth addicts and snotty Midwest moms. I pull into the school parking lot around thirty minutes later. I grab my keys and climb out of my powder blue Volkswagen Beetle. Oh did I mention my parents are loaded? My dad is head of neurosurgery at the local hospital and my mom is a psychiatrist owns every psychiatric clinic within 100 miles, so of course I have to carry on the family tradition. All of my ancestors are doctors too which puts even more pressure on me.

I walk into school and spot my best friend Olivia looking like her head might explode. She ran over and basically jumped on top of me.

"STELLAGUESSWHATOH MY GODPARENTSONEDIRECTIONVIPTICKETS"

"Woah calm down. Tell me what your so excited about again?" I said shoving her off of me. This made her even more bouncy of course. That girl has an endless amount of energy.

"MY PARENTS GOT US ONE DIRECTION TICKETS DAMMIT!"

Okay. It was my turn to freak out.

I threw my backpack in her locker and started jumping and screaming with her. People in the hallways were staring at us like we were insane. But who cares?! WE'RE GOING TO ONE DIRECTION!

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It's a week later.
We walk into the fancy hotel room dropping all of our luggage on the king sized bed. All I can think about is how excited I am to finally be seeing my favorite band in concert.

Olivia began fangirling early as I was driving us to Chicago. Don't get me wrong I love my parents and all but there was no way in hell they would let us go alone with me driving.

So we told them that Olivias mom was the chaperone. We obviously lied, but it didn't really matter because Liv's parents are always at work like mine. She's basically lived at my house since we were six.

I hung up my concert tee and jeans and propped up my iPad on the miniature desk in our room. Basically everything that came out of Liv's mouth was gibberish.