So Sick

Boy Troubles

Chapter 2

Christine's POV

Right as we walked out of the building, we started fangirling.

"Ahhhhh!" I yelled, "I got Louis' number!!!! And Niall's, but I got Louis'!" I couldn't hold it in anymore. Louis was just so adorable and even more perfect in person. I was in such disbelief about getting his number that I temporarily forgot about Nicole fainting at the meet and greet. I had always had a thing for Louis, like I had a connection with him. The whole day was so surreal, getting Niall and Louis' number.

"Girl, he liked you." Nicole teased.

"Haha. I doubt it."

"They teased him about flirting with you."

"Yeah, but...anyway, I kind of found Harry to be a little rude."

"What? Why?"

"Remember, he was like,'Are you like not a fan?' or something like that. It just bothered me that he would say that to me when I was leaning over you in a hospital gurney."

"Well, maybe he was just upset about something, or sick of girls passing out in front of him. It's the end of their tour, they're all really tired."

"Well, yeah, but that didn't stop the rest of them from being caring."

"True."

We stopped talking as we reached our car and got in, and buckled our seats. I put the key in the ignition and hit the gas pedal(*cue rap music*. slow down grab the wall, make it like you tryin to make yo a** fall out...speed up gas pedal). I turned up the radio and blasted 'You Need Me, I Don't Need You' by Ed Sheeran. We sang along loudly as his melodic voice blasted through the speaker.

Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound

Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd

That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now

See me lose focus, as I sing to you loud

And I can't, no, I won't hush

I'll say the words that make you blush

I'm gonna sing this now

Oh oh

See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is

I'm like glue, I stick to other artists

I'm not you, now that would be disastrous

Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures

See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me

I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy

I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free

Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me

'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you at all

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you

You need me, man, I don't need you at all

You need me

I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse

Hell, don't need another word-smith to make my tune sell?