"LET'S GO CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY TIL WE SEE THE SUN!" Ally was singing along to the radio, cranking it up as loud as she could. I crossed my arms and sighed. At least Ally was having fun. We came to a red light, less than a block away from the arena. Ally squealed. "LANE! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!"
I smiled weakly. "It's gonna be great!" The truth? I was going to be miserable. Honestly, I couldn't stand these guys. I heard WAAAY too much of this stupid Henry Styles guy or whatever his name was. My 9 year old neighbors- well, former neighbors, were obsessed with the blonde one and Zayn. I didn't have anything against Liam, because from what I knew he seemed to be an okay guy. But Louis... I. Could. Not. Stand. The. Stupid. Guy. Everywhere I go, little girls were screaming "NO JIMMY PROTESTED!" and squealed whenever they saw carrots. I had no idea why, but I knew it was because of Louis. My cousin was talking about them and I accidentally called him 'Lewis' and I haven't heard the end of it ever since.
Ally pulled into the parking garage next to the arena, jumping out as soon as the parking brake was set. "LAAAANE!" She made it clear that she was anxious to get inside.
"Hang on," I chuckled, grabbing my Starbucks out of the cup holder. Who needs a boyfriend when you have Starbucks and pizza? Ally raced into the front door of the arena, not waiting up for me. I jogged along behind her, trying not to spill the fresh, hot coffee.
Up an escalator and deeper into the arena she ran. I laughed, slowly trailing behind her. The place was pretty much empty, because the concert didn't start for another 3 hours. She ran faster and I jogged, struggling to keep up with her. I glanced up at a sign above my head, just to make sure we were going the right way, and someone slammed into me. My steaming hot coffee spilled all over the front of my favorite shirt- a baggy white dress shirt with ukeleles all over it. "OWW!" I squealed, from the pain of the hot drink and the impact of whoever had just ran into me.
It was a man in his early 20's. He had swoopy brown hair and an armful of tattoos. His beautiful blue eyes were full of sadness. I immediately recognized him as Louis Tomlinson. "Sorry," he mumbled, pulling a napkin out of his pocket and trying to clean me off, never taking his eyes off his phone.
"SORRY?" I said, my temper taking over. "THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIRT!" He looked stunned. I'm probably the first person to ever talk to him like this. His expression changed from shock to anger.
"What the hell is your problem?! I said I was sorry!" He said back. We were attracting a crowd now. Ally came back around the corner.
"Lane, are you- oh no." She saw my shirt and covered her mouth with her hands.
I glanced down. The beautiful white shirt was covered in brown coffee stains. My khaki shorts were no better. Tears began to blur my vision. This shirt was the last present my mom had gotten me before...
"Louis?" I heard a British accent call. I heard footsteps clack down the hall, and girls were screaming. "Louis!" The voice called again. Hubert or whatever his name was was standing next to Ally. Ally glanced over and her face lit up. I grinned through my tears. At least she was happy... Henry leaned down next to me. "Are you alright, babe?"
"DON'T c-call me that," I stuttered through my tears.
Louis scoffed. "Oh, PLEASE. She's just being a drama queen."
"Louis, please," Whatever-his-name-is insisted. "She's crying. Have some compassion."
"COMPASSION?!" Louis screamed. "Did Eleanor have compassion when broke my heart and cheated on me with.. With.. HIM!?"
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Hi guys! My names Julia, and I'm the author of this story. I hope everyone is liking it so far? If you have any suggestions for me, please comment or message me:) I'd also like to make a note that I don't cuss, and so there won't be much of that in here. The same goes for sexual content. If you have any problems with that/questions/comments/concerns, please message me:) thanks for reading, I'll update soon!
-Julia
