Something Great ||Niall Horan||

Chapter One

"Autumn guess what!" I half yelled

"WE HAVE FLOOR SEATS TO ONE DIRECTION!!!" Autumn shouted

"YES!! And guess what else!!"

"IT"S TODAY!!"

"YES! In exactly 9 hours 8 minutes and 30 seconds we will see our boys!!!"

"EEEEEEEE," we both screamed

For the past month Autumn and I have said this to each other everyday. We've both been One Direction fans since the beginning, along with our best friend Hayden, and we've finally convinced our parents to let us go to their concert in Vancouver. We've been planning our outfits since we got the tickets, and we are each wearing exactly what we imagined. It was going to be a magnificent night. Autumn and Hayden had slept over the night before, and we barely got any sleep. We spent half the night making a poster that turned out absolutely perfect. The other half we spent obsessing that we were actually going to 1D.

Once we woke up the next morning it took us almost two hours to get ready. I did our nails, Autumn did our hair and Hayden did our makeup. Before we knew it, we were on our way to Vancouver. It was about an hour and a half away from where we lived which was in a little city called Chilliwack. It was a beautiful day in Chilliwack. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, the birds were chirping, there was a silver chevy cruise on it's way to a One Direction concert. What could be better?

About halfway through the drive Hayden told us that we were going to take the skytrain. I groaned loudly. I absolutely hated skytrains. My mind travelled to the first time I ever went on a skytrain.

As I walked on the skytrain I sighed. There were no seats left. The only spot left was beside a grungy looking man in front of the doors. He was holding onto the bar that ran along the entire skytrain. He was wearing a grey muscle shirt which revealed his sweaty armpits to the world. I shifted my shopping bags, stood beside him and held onto the bar with my forefinger and thumb. All of a sudden an awful stench invaded my nostrils. It smelt of sour milk that has been left outside, mixed with a rancid odour, otherwise known-as sweat. My nose lifted in disgust, and I fought back the bile rising in my throat. The lady next to me gave me a disgusted look, and I couldn't figure out why. Then I realized she could probably smell the horrid stench coming off of the man beside me, but she must've thought it was me! I desperately tried to explain to her that it was the man beside me, but she just puffed her nose, huffed, and turned the other way.

Groaning in frustration and a bit of embarrassment, I leaned the side of my face against the window. The coolness of the glass felt incredible against my flaming red cheek. I moved my cheek a little bit and something felt unusual. My face wasn't supposed to glide that easily over the glass. I lifted my head up to find out why it felt strange. When I looked at the window I didn't see anything as first, so I peered closer, squinting. My eyes widened like saucers as I discovered what it was. Somebody's, now smudged, clammy handprint was on the window. I wiped the slime off my face. Horrified at the substance on my hand, I rubbed it onto the sweaty man beside me figuring it wouldn't matter since he already stank.

I was wrong. Before I could take my hand away he grabbed it and pushed me against the doors. Fear filled my body, and I froze. He started swearing at me but what made it worse was his nasty rotten breath. There was no way I could escape it. Not only was his breath foul, but he was spitting all over my face. I cringed and tightly shut my eyes, waiting for him to stop yelling at me.

After what felt like years, he let go of me and dragged his feet back to his spot. The train stopped abruptly, and I flew into the sweaty man. He looked down at me with hatred, and I quickly apologized. Thankfully this was my stop, so I darted out of the skytrain. I could hear the man curse at me one more time, but I pretended I didn't hear him. I zig-zagged between all the people who were waiting to go onto the skytrain, because I wanted to get as far away from that man as possible. That's when I ran into someone. Little did I know that they were carrying a cup of soup in their hands. The scorching hot soup spilled all over my newly purchased dress. I screamed in agony as the soup scaled my skin. The rude man that had the cup of soup coldly said, "That's what you get for not paying attention to where you are going." I stomped my feet and squealed in defeat.

Every time that memory came back to me I shivered. I could still smell the sweaty man and feel the hot soup on my skin.

"Riley, if you were cold you should've told me. I would've turned the AC down," Hayden said reaching to turn it down.

"Oh, no. I'm not cold. I was just thinking about the first time I went on a skytrain."

"Riley you need to let that go. It was a long time ago," Autumn whined.

"IT WAS A TRAUMATIC TIME FOR ME OKAY!"

"Ugh," Hayden and Autumn sighed rolling their eyes.