Close As Strangers | Luke Hemmings

Chapter 8

--This is a really cute cover made by a 5SOS fan. I don't know your name cause you sent it by email. So if you're making covers please tell me your name so I can give you a shout out--

Alysson's POV

"Hey Christie!" I tried to catch her attention by yelling over the crowd of screaming girls- which included Christie. She didn't give a response so I yelled a bit louder. "CHRISTIE!" I screamed, making her jump a little and turn to face me.

"YEAH!" she screamed back, still bobbing her head up and down to the beat of the music that was being played.

"I'm gonna go to the toilet. I'll be back in five," I told her and she nodded to show that she'd listened and continued screaming with all the other girls.

I shuffled my way out of the front row area and tried to find the toilet. I looked around for a good five minuted until I found a door that had a women's toilet sign on it. As soon as I walked in, I could smell half strawberry scented soap and half cleaning products. After coming out of the toilet cubicle, I washed my hands and sorted my hair out- it was a complete mess.

I ruffled my hand through my hair to make it look somewhat natural and placed my beanie back on my head. I place my headphones over my head- once again- and played my music really loudly. My playlist was on shuffle so this time it played All The Small Things by blink-182.

I bobbed my head up and down to the beat of the music as I walked out of the bathroom. As soon as I took a step outside the bathroom, I felt something hard bang into my face.

"Could you just watch where you're going?" I rolled my eyes at his laziness. I look up to see him. The blonde hair dude that was on stage only moments ago. The one who was staring at me like a freak.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized- embarrassed. He hadn't yet seen who he was talking to cause he was busy staring at his phone. I had to get away from him before things would get awkward. I sorted my beanie out, that had moved out of its position when I bumped into blonde dude. As I lifted my hand, my phone fell to the ground and pulled my headphones down with it. I let out a huff and reached down to grab it. But before i could,  he'd already taken it.

"Here," he looked up and his eyes met mine.

See, this is awkward. But me being me, am a lazy butt and am stupid enough to drop my phone and get some self-obsessed singer to get it for me.

"So, no screaming, huh? No fangirling?" he questioned, smirking.

 Who does his think he is?

"Ugh, no way. I'm sorry to say but I absolutely hate  your so called 'band'," I remarked, rolling my eyes at his attitude. 
I decided that now was the time to run away and get away from him before life could get anymore embarrassing.

I turned around and walked a few steps, my music blaring into my ears. "Hey!" Some screamed and I felt a hand wrap itself sound my wrist. I was jolted back for a second and turned around to see him - again.

"Ugh, what do you want?" I let out a huff of frustration. No, really, he was getting on my nerves and if I have to be rude to get rid of him, I will- whether he's some famous guy or not.

"I wanted to ask, why did you buy front row tickets to our concert when you don't even like our band?" he questioned, curiosity lingering in his piercing blue eyes.

"I didn't buy them. My friend got them for her birthday and she wanted to take me. And I don't want her to be upset so I decided to go with her. That, and she threatened not to talk to me for a while," I mumbled the last part while playing with my nails.