I woke up, screaming and panting. Sweat was dripping dripping down my forehead. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the tube of pills on my bedside table and took one. My night terrors were getting worse everyday. I've been getting them sine I was eleven. I never got proper therapy and well, the memories haunt me in my dreams. Creepy, I know. But now the dreams are getting more and more detailed as I age.
I check the time on my phone. 5:52 am. I take a quick shower and decide to watch tv for a while. When it's about 8:00, I decide to go downstairs, where the kitchen is. Looking for some food, I find a yellow sticky note. I realize it's from my dad.
Gone on business trip.
Won't be back for a week.
There might be some food in fridge.
Bye
Prick! It's not even a proper goodbye message. Just some bullet points. The fact the he said 'might be some food' made it worse. Might! It's like he doesn't care if I starve to death. I shouldn't be surprised. He never gave a shit about me. I was practically raised by babysitters. That's one of the things that caused 'The incident' and my nightm-. You know what, never mind.
I walked over to the fridge to find, and wait till you hear this: a ketchup bottle, an egg and a moldy orange. Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the worlds greatest dad! Woooo.
The thing is, I remember there was a full pot of pasta that I cooked yesterday. He must've ate it all. Sighing, I got out the egg and scrambled it. While eating 'breakfast', my phone buzzed, signaling that I got a text. It was from Micky, my best friend.
Micky: You ready for today?
Me: What's today?
Micky: The concert! Picking you up at 5:30
Oh yeah, almost forgot about that. Me and Micky had tickets to see One Direction. It was the last show of their Up All Night tour. We were lucky to even get tickets since they were all sold out. They were playing at a small place down town. We live in a small town just outside of London so it's not that big and we can get a good view.
After eating, I went upstairs to change. I was gonna go to the 'The Green Leaf' café to get something to eat. I was very hungry and a small egg isn't very filling.
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I took my seat in a booth next to the window. I ate in silence as I looked around, taking in my surroundings. The rest of the tables were occupied by couples. They were all being lovey dovey and feeding each other food. I couldn't help but feel jealous. I've never had a boyfriend. Single as a Pringle! Once, I was just about to tell my crush (also a close guy friend) how I felt about him but before I could, he asked me if he should get his crush a neckless of a bracket for valentines day. Harper Wills, friend zoned again.
I got up and exited the café. I quickly ran to the super market and bought a few things. I don't wanna starve to death. I'm too young to die!
When I got home, it was 1:14 so I made some pop corn and watched a movie that was screening on the tv. When it was 4:57, I decide to get ready. I wore a graphic t-shirt with skinny jeans and converse. I quickly brushed my hair and dumped my phone and keys in my bag.
A few minutes later, I herd a honk, informing me that my ride was here. I got out, locked the door and hoped into the car.
"Hey, how you feeling?" Micky asked. She's the only one that know about the incident. There was also my dad but I don't tell him what the nightmares are about.
"Good, I guess."
"Nightmares again? Harp, this is getting serious. You need proper therapy! Get an appointment with a psychologist. And I mean a full session. Not a 30 second one where she tells you how many pills to take." she snapped.
"I'm fine with my pills. And besides, my dad would never let me go. He says it's a waste of money." I explain.
"Screw your dad, you need mental guidance. This has been happening since you were eleven! You were so young and confused. You never got a chance to figure it out!"
"Yeah, but I'm fine, really. I think I'm getting better." I try to convince her but it didn't work.
"Getting better? Do you remember what happened last week with the glass?!"
"It wasn't that bad."
"Wasn't that bad huh? HARP, BLOOD WAS GUSHING OUT OF YOU FUCKING FEET! WHEN I CAME IN, THE BED SHEETS WERE COVERED IN BLOOD!" She yelled taking a deep breath after.
"I'm just worried about you." She said in a softer, calmer tone.
"I know, and I'm grateful for that but you just need to trust me when I say I'm fine. Now let's get to that concert."
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We took our seats that were fairly close to the stage. This was exciting. I have to admit, I wasn't such a big fan before. I mean, when they were on X factor I thought they were cool and all and when Up All Night first came out, I only knew What Makes You Beautiful but then Micky started obsessing over them and got me into them too.
Suddenly, the opening cords of Na Na Na started playing everyone started screaming and squirming. The crowd erupted the moment the boys stepped on stage.
"We've got a bit of love/ hate, you take me to the edge then you hit the breaks..."
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A/N: I apologize for the short chapters. The length will increase throughout the story. Ignore the carrotieness. I've tried my best to edit it.
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