I felt happy, something I haven't felt in a while. It was amazing. I actually forgot about all my problems but the concert ended way too quickly for my liking, bringing me back to the dreadful reality that is life.
By the time I got home, it was around 11:15. I went upstairs and took a quick shower. I was too tired to do anything else so I just went to bed.
Everything was a lot creepier at night even if I was laying on my cozy bed. I really need a dog or something.
* * * * *
I woke up when a cold breeze blew on me, creating a stinging pain from my upper legs. I open my eyes to find my fingers and nails were covered in blood and my thighs scratched, with drying blood on them. What the fuck? It's worse than before! Was I now a ... sleep scratcher? Last night, I went to bed with the satisfying feeling instead of loneliness. I WENT TO BED HAPPY! What the actual fuck.
I took a deep breath and made my way to the bathroom. I turned the tap on and washed my hands. I took a towel and wet it then dabbed it on my thighs while winching at the pain from it. When I finally cleaned up, I changed the sheets and went downstairs to have breakfast.
While I was on the couch with my bowl of cereal, lost in thought, the front door burst open, revealing an angry/worried Micky.
"WHERE THE FUCK'VE YOU BEEN! I CALLED LIKE 30 TIMES!" She bellowed.
"Sorry, must've left my phone upstairs." I shrug causing Micky to sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Listen Harp, you need to und- WHAT THE FUCK IS ON YOUR THIGH?!" She cuts herself off.
"Oh, um...just some scratches. No biggie."
"Did you wake up like this? Is it because of the nightmares? Oh god. I swear, your gonna end up killing yourself one day!" She rambled on, running a hand through her hair.
"It's not that b-"
"Yes, it is bad. Don't you dare tell me it isn't." She took a deep breath before continuing. "Now, go get changed. We're going to town. You need fresh air and I'm not taking a no for an answer."
"Fiinnneeee."
* * * * *
"Can we not talk about this right now. I want to forget about it and just hang out." I plead Micky.
She's been pestering me with questions about my dream for the past 20 minuets. It's sweet that she cares about me but I just need some space. Plus, if I keep thinking about it, the dreams will probably get worse.
"Sorry. Let's go into this shop." She said, pulling me into it.
It was a small little dress shop with casual sun dresses. Micky immediately attacked a blue one with a green flower pattern, heading to the fitting rooms to try it out. I just awkwardly walked around the shop. I'm not the biggest fan of dresses. I mean, I would wear one for special occasions, but they're just not my thing.
As I walked around, I caught the lady at the counter, giving me a 'buy something or leave, bitch' look. Okay, this is kind of uncomfortable. I decided to walked outside to get some fresh air. All of a sudden, I heard screaming. I looked up and saw a boy - about my age, being chased by a crowd of screaming girls.
He was getting closer and closer and just then, I realized he was heading straight for me. Next thing I knew, I was lying flat on my back with him on top of me. I looked up to be met by gorgeous brown eyes.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"
He got off me and pulled me up. I quickly nodded, not being able to form words. I was kind of in a trance. The big crowd of girls were getting closer.
"I'm sorry, but I really have to go. Sorry again." And with that, he sped down the street, trying to lose the mob that was following him.
"Why'd you come out?" A voice said, making me jump a little but I relaxed once I recognized it as Micky's.
"Oh, um...it was getting kinda awkward in there so I thought I'd get some fresh air. Oh, and I just saw Liam Payne being chased by fans."
"REALLY?! WHERE IS HE? WERE THE OTHERS WITH HIM? DID YOU TOUCH HIS HAIR? DID YOU TOUCH HARRY'S HAIR?!?!" I laughed at her reaction.
"He was just running and fell on top of me." That came out wrong.
"OMFG, fangirling. Wait so he touched you? Harry probably touched him so you basically touched Harry! Ahhhhhhh!" And then she started rubbing her hands on me. Ok, not creepy at all. Note the sarcasm.
* * * * *
We've been walking around town for the past 2 hours. I've bought a few things and Micky bought more than a few...a lot more than a few. We were at a small ice cream shop. There weren't many people so it was quiet. It was just us and 5 guys who were all wearing sunglasses and had their hoods up. There was also an older looking man with them. They looked like they were dealing drugs or something. Whatever, their life choices, not mine.
*Liam's POV*
"Liam, focus!" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"What?"
"You keep on zoning out, you need to focus." The guy who worked for Modest! said.
"I'm sorry, continue."
"So, like I was saying, your tour will start in February. There will be 4 different legs. The first will be in Europ-..." The guy - Mark, I think his name was - informed us.
I couldn't help but zone out again. This was just so boring! I looked out the window of the small pizzeria. We just finished lunch and now Mark wanted to talk to us about our Take Me Home world tour. The album hadn't even been released yet. Heck, the last song hadn't even been recorded yet but management wanted to 'plan ahead'. I really wanted to go next door to the ice cream shop and get something.
"Liam, have you even been listening to anything I've been saying?!" Mark exclaimed. He was clearly pissed at my lack of concentration.
"Um...sorry Mark, I re-"
"It's Mike." Mike? Oops.
"Right, Mike. I just...I just need to go." I stood up and walked out. Just as I turned to the ice cream shop, I bumped into a small figure, causing it to fall to the ground.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
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