The Taste of Your Lipstick [ONE DIRECTION FAN-FICTION]

CHAPTER 2

[WARNING CONTAINS DRUG USE AND ABUSE]

LILY POV

                Today was the day. I was trying to hold in my excitement, as I’m not one to express my feelings much. But today I had felt like I was going to burst. I was going to my very first concert, and I was extremely excited. I’m going to a One Direction concert. It may seem weird, but that’s basically my middle name. I’m that weird kid that wear band shirts and black jeans that sits in the corner by themselves during lunch. I usually listen to metal and shit like that, but somehow One Direction wormed their way into my heart.

                To be honest, I don’t really look like your typical metal-head. I do look more like your typical One Direction fan though. I’ve got long blonde hair, and big blue eyes. I think I’m pretty, but boys don’t. But that’s ok, I don’t really care. But that’s where the similarities between me and any typical white girl end.

                I was wearing my favorite pair of black sneakers, and was trying to find my shirt. I stood in the middle of my room, only wearing a bra from the waist up. I saw my shirt bunched up on the floor and slipped it over my head. I looked down at the five boys spread across my chest. I smiled, these boys mean the world to me. I sat down on my bed, and pulled on my old worn out sneakers, they’re fading and have writing all over them.

                I smiled to myself, remembering how that writing got there.

                “Did you know that some dolphins are born pink” he said, I laughed at his randomness.

                “Is that so? Then we’ll just have to get a pink dolphin then” I said jokingly. He laughed heartily. I always loved his laugh. My foot was in his lap, wearing a brand new pair of sneakers. He pulled out a pink sharpie, started to draw on the toe of my shoe. I didn’t mind, he could do whatever he wants. I laid my head back on the couch. I closed my eyes for a bit, and when I sat up, he was intensely watching the game on the tv.

                I looked down at my shoe, and I saw a small pink dolphin drawn on, and right next to it, the words ‘ours’ I smiled, and laid back down on the couch.

                I shook the memory off, and ran down the stairs. If I didn’t hurry up, I was going to be late.

                I grabbed my bag, and got into my dad’s car. “You gonna be ok kid?” he asked jokingly, but I knew there was a deeper meaning. He didn’t trust me alone.

                “I’ve got my phone, I’ll be surrounded by security, and you’ll be waiting for me when it’s over, so I can’t get into too much trouble.” I said, I felt a little smothered. I hated how my dad was so protective. But it’s just me and him now so I guess its ok.

                We drive in silence for a while, I looked out the window, resting on my arm. I traced the scars with my other finger. I was finally gonna see the boys that helped me. In person. Row 3. I’ll be so close. I was starting to get excited. My face broke out into a huge smile, forgetting all about the scars. My dad looked over, seeing my smile and smiling along.

                “Why you so happy, kid?” he asked.

                “I’m just really excited” I said, my voice high-pitched.

                “It’s great to see you happy again sport.” He said seriously. “But it’s a bit strange that you’re into a pop group now, but you know whatever floats your boat.” We laughed, it’s great to be happy again. But I agree with him, boy-bands aren’t usually my thing. But this time was different.