i know it's me that's supposed to love you // m.h.

// T H E C I T Y //

        

It was a strange, sunny day in Seattle. Crowds flooded the streets just to get a glimmer of sun. I was just killing time. Today was finally the day—The 1975 concert. I casually strolled through Pike Place looking at small stands even though the only thing on my mind was how I should be getting in line. But, as a 22 year old I felt out of place among the young teenagers. I tucked my blonde hair behind my ear and started making my way to the venue. But I saw something out of the corner of my eye. There they were in all their glory—it was Matty, Hann, Ross and George.

I tried not to stare but it just seemed so unreal. It felt like they shouldn't be humans, but they were. "Hello." I voice said, breaking my trance. I must've been staring for a while because Matty had made his way over to me.

"Uhh sorry I-"

"Hmm? Speak up, love."

"I just didn't think I'd see you guys here... just bizarre, you know?"

I looked down at my feet, just mumbling. I had never been more embarrassed in my life.

"Well, we will see you tonight then—right?" He said, with a grin spreading across his face. I nodded, apologized once again and made my way out of the market. My heart finally started beating again. I shuffled quickly to my car and sat down, trying to regroup. I grabbed my bag and fumbled around for my other outfit. I sunk down in my backseat and quickly peeled of my shirt and jeans. I pulled a baby pink dress over my head and pulled it down quickly. I had no shame in changing in my car. I was always running from work to college and found that my spare time was when I was sitting at a red light. I got out, fixed my dress and locked up my car. I checked my outfit in the reflection of my car. My baby pink skater dress hugged my body in just the right places. I paired it with a pair of black ankle boots—comfortable enough for a concert and no heel. Sighing, I started the walk to the venue.

I felt incredibly out of place once I got inside. Not only was I taller, I was also bigger than these young girls. Granted, I was 22. I had hips, smaller boobs and a dainty bubble butt—but that didn't seem to be enough when these 100pound twigs were walking around. I immediately made my way to the bar. I sat by myself, sipping a glass of wine while the teens poured in. I found myself more and more self-conscious and drinking more and more wine.

The opening act, The Japanese House, played their last song and was leaving the stage. I decided that four glasses of wine was enough for now, and I should head over to the pit. I decided I wasn't going to try and push my way through to the front but to just hang around the middle so I had enough room to dance. After what felt like ages, all the lights went pink. And Love Me started. A smile spread across my face and I just couldn't stop moving. I wasn't sure if it was just the atmosphere or that I was just drunk.

It was half way through Heart Out when I realized someone was tapping me on the shoulder. Annoyed, I turned around to see a young girl pointing at a security guard behind me. "Shit. I must be too drunk or something." I thought to myself as he motioned for me to come out of the pit. "Is something wrong?" I asked out of breath. "No. I just need you to come with me." He said with a stone cold face. He clearly wasn't going to give me any details. He walked away from me. Confused, I followed.

He took me to down a long hallway to a small side door before asking, "How old are you?" He glanced down at my wristband—identifying that I was over 21. "Just turned 22. Why? Where am I going?" I complained again to him. "Mmhmm. And what's your name?" He asked more questions, ignoring mine.

"I'm Jasper. Jasper Rae James."

"Jasper Rae. What a lovely name."

I froze. It was his voice again.