Clarity

3

We were waiting in a crowded lobby. The plane ride took forever but when you're sitting next to a bored ten year old, ten minutes can turn into ten hours.

I fiddled with my necklace shaped as a musical note. My mom gave it to me. Cheesy, but I felt as if she was with me when I touched it. 

"Issa, isn't this exciting?" her mischievous grin made me scoff. 

To the outiside world, I didn't look as if I was sick. Just tired. My scars were hidden by my hair. Any other marking on my body was covered with makeup. Unlike Abby I didn't need oxygen. I wasn't that bad.

Yet.

That thought creeped up on me once in awhile and I always fought it off.

"Where do you think these boys will take you?" I asked. 

"Well, hopefully they will take US somewhere special." I noticed the emphasis on the 'us' part. There really was no way I was getting out of this. This morning I had actually tried to fake one of my migraines to get out of it. Abby, of course, knew I was faking. 

She watched the door of the crowded hotel eagerly. We had been instructed to wait in the lobby under the watchful eye of one of the band's security gaurds. The hotel itself was massive. Fancy carpet, chandelers, and pearly white walls surrounded me. I felt so out of place.

Abby picked my clothes for me. I would have just wore jeans and a t-shirt. But she forced me into a white dress that came a little past my knees. It came with a belt that fit loosly around my waist. It was casual, so that was the only reason I agreed to wear it with the sandals she managed to sneak in her luggage. I did nothing to my hair. I liked it natural. It was black and long with loose curls. The only makeup I allowed her to put on me was masacara and some eye shadow. I refused to put on anything else. I wasn't getting dressed up for them. I wasn't here for them. I was here for her. 

I glanced at the bouncy little girl next to me. Her beautiful blond hair was starting to fall out. I saw patches of it in the back begining to thin. This pained me. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She went all out and wore a dress that went past her knees, had small sparkles on the bust and flared at the bottom. It was a bright red color. She painted her toes and her fingernais, I hid when she tried to get me to, and she made me curl her hair. When it came to makeup I threatened to flush it if she tried to put it on her face. She was too perfect for that nasty stuff to touch her face. 

"Issa, can you believe we're going to meet them?" she squealed. I just grunted. 

"Are you going to talk today or am I going to talk for you?" Her voice sounded harsh, I knew she wanted me to at least act excited. I gave her  a big grin accompanied with a thumbs up. She rolled her eyes. She knew I was putting it on but that wouldn't ruin her day.  I heard a scream then a crash.  Looking up, I noticed the security guard was gone. 

Should I be worried?

There were faint screams in the distant, but they weren't screams in terror or for help. This was a scream I knew all too well. 

One Direction was here. 

A silver SUV pulled up in front of the hotel. I grabbed Abby's hand and stood. Another security guard appeared behind me.

"Go to Room 213, stay there. When it unlocks, it will be the boys. Don't answer for a knock. They will just walk right in. Go on, dear, hurry." I pulled my tiny companion's hand to steer her towards the elevator. Her smile was growing bigger the closer to the elevator we got. I returned it, this time it was genuine. 

"Where are they now?" she asked? I pressed buttons till I found the right one. I disliked elevators thanks to movies so I normally took the stairs but being as the room was on the seventh floor I don't think I could ask Abby to walk that much.