I walked out of my warm and comfortable house and into the cold pouring rain of London. I take out my phone and start playing This by Ed Sheeran. "This is the start of something beautiful. This is the start of something new. You are the one to make me lose it all. You are the start of something new." I whisper to myself as I walk down the somewhat busy streets.
I noticed the theater was packed with screaming girls as I walk by it. Oh right... the One Direction concert was tonight. I smile at the thought of being able to meet One Direction but quickly push the thought away because it was so ridiculous. I look down and keep walking. My hair was completely soaked by the rain that was coming down in buckets but I didn't care, I like the rain.
I stepped right into a puddle, causing the water to splash onto my jeans.
"Ugh... great..." I say to myself and keep walking.
All the screaming coming from the theater began to sound quieter. Maybe the concert was ending. I walked toward the magazine stand and read the title of the first magazine that caught my eye. "
One Direction talks about love. Liam looking for his perfect girl." I picked up the magazine and read the rest of the article. "Liam Payne says he's looking for the right girl. 'She could be anywhere, even in the crowd.' Liam says."
I looked at the pictures of Liam in the magazine. "Cute guy like him can't find a girlfriend?" I ask the lady working at the stand.
"It must be harder than it looks. You'd never know if a woman likes you for you or for your fame. If it was as simple as it seems, all celebrities would be taken." She replies in her heavy British accent.
"They could have almost any girl they want though, there's millions of girls dying to date them." The lady shrugs and continues stocking the shelves with new magazines. I put the magazine back and keep walking.
I cross the street and walk by a street that wasn't as busy. I turn down it and realize nobody else was on it. I notice a door open and a large-ish man walk out of it. He whispers something into a bluetooth attached to his ear then goes back inside. I walk further down the street and see that it was the back door to the theater.
Two teenage girls run up the street from behind me squeling and laughing. They go to the door and try to go in but as soon as they open the door, the large-ish man comes back out holding both of them by the arm. He walks them over to a man standing at the other end of the building and he takes them far away.
The first man goes back in the building and I get a little scared so I walk by as quickly as possible. Just as I pass in front of the door it swings open hard and hits me square in the head.
Everything goes dark and I slowly fall down to the hard sidewalk. I can only hear a deep British accent yelling, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were there! Can you hear me? Are you ok?! I'm so sorry!" The voice sounded so familiar but it sounded muffled and far away so i couldn't tell. I felt my head be lifted up and placed onto something softer than the wet sidewalk. Then, I fall asleep.
