The Rich Kid ➝ h.s ( Sequel to TBK)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Georgie

  I wrap a piece of my hair in the curling wand and let it sit for a minute, hoping it doesn't burn my hair off. I gently release my hair from the wand and spray the piece with hairs spray, almost dropping the bottle. I've been a hot mess all morning long. I'm utterly terrified to go to this concert, I mean I've been to one of there concerts before, but that was three years ago. I feel much different now than I did then. I still don't know how to explain it.

But all I know is I can't tell Louis that I'm feeling this way. He'll just jump to conclusions. He always does. 

I sigh, unplugging the iron and look at myself in the mirror reapplying my maroon lipstick. I stare at myself, feeling almost dead like. I have no intention to have fun, well I had no intention to go in the first place, but things never go as planned. My whole life has never gone as planned. I married Louis for starters, but lets not get into that.

I walk over to my bed a pick up my high-waisted skirt and slip it on, tucking my creme tank-top into it and throw my kimono over it. I look myself over, feeling satisfied with what I'm wearing, before I go down the stairs to find my shoes.

I grab my shoes and put them on and check my phone for any messages from Lottie. She should be here in at least fifteen minutes. That should give me time to collect myself. Maybe. This is gonna be so bad. I wish Louis could go with, but of course he has to be busy babysitting. He's been babysitting this kid for the last four months. Can't they get another babysitter. Louis needs to get a real job. Be the man of the house for once. I'm tired of always dealing with his crap. 

I'm deep in thought when I hear the door bell being rung multiple times. I roll my eyes, pacing to the door. I open the door and no surprise. Its Lottie. " Hey! You ready? " I ask, trying to be excited for her. Her eyes widen and she nods her head quickly. 

" Okay, well let me just grab my purse. You go wait in the car. I'll be there in a second, " I say. She nods. 

I turn around and grab my purse from the coat rack on the wall and put it over my shoulder, breathing in and out. " You got this. Its no big deal. He won't even know your there and even if he did why would he care? " I sit there talking and coaxing myself for about two or three minutes before I have the balls to leave the house.

I get in the car, coming face to face with Lottie who has the biggest smile on her face. I start the car up. " We have a long drive ahead of us, " I say, blowing some air out of my mouth. 

" Yeah, " Lottie says. " But were gonna have a good time, " She adds. I laugh nervously, nodding my head.

" I hope, " I respond. 

Two hours later

We've pulled up to the venue and I have butterfly's in my stomach. Lottie is so excited I'm scared shes gonna pass out. I pull the key out of the ignition and open up my car door, slamming it shut in one quick motion. I can already feel sweat forming on my forehead and my body feels weak as weak as ever. " Lottie do you have my ticket? " I ask, Forcing the words out. She nods and hand over the white piece of paper. 

I scan it over and it has the seat number and all this random stuff I don't take the time to read. Lottie starts walking towards the line. Its a really long line and I'm thankful, because I'm not ready. Since the venues outside, maybe I can throw up and it won't be as disgusting. 

Before I know it  my purse is being checked and my ticket is being scanned and I'm being pulled into the venue by Lottie. People are selling lemonade and candy and are basically throwing it in my face. I rush through,  holding Lotties hand and I can hear the opening act in the distance. Before I have time to object Lottie is off to buy some merch, before the actual concert starts.