Death Inside Praise (Warped Tour Fanfic)

Riverbend Music Center

"Alright, I'm sensing a pattern here. Two of our VIP's arent up here, so if thats you, head on up to the stage. Anyway, our drummer Medusa is going to be singing Amy Lee's part from Broken by Seether, and I will sing and play guitar. Allison is new at drums so go easy on her. we're doing our covers of covers again obviously, so dont be shy, sing along mothereffers!!" Allen screams at the crowd, flipping them the bird and they do it right back, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Dèja vú much? the wheelchair kid is back, already crowd surfing, and two VIP's are missing again. We're singing the same setlist, only this time, we happen to finally be in Cincinnati, Ohio at the Riverbend Music Center.

Allen and I sing Broken, and all of us exit to backstage, where Chelsea Grin is setting up amplifiers.

"well if that wasn't Dèja vú then I dunno what is." Zain grumbles, taking the thoughts right out of my head.

"well shit, Zain, I never knew you were Telepathic. " I retort, grinning in the lit up stage lights as we hit the pavement.

"I'm totally not." Zain states defiantly, and I laugh at his objection.

"so whats next? im starving and majorly craving something spicy as hell." I ask, rubbing my growling tummy and pouting at Allens next words.

"we have to stay for clean up. good news is that all the bands are going over next door to Coney Island, so we can go over too if you guys want." he states, shrugging as we pass two weirdos in sweatshirts. its weird because its like 100 degrees out.

"WOOHOO FRIEDDD FOOOOODDDD!!!!!!" I exclaim, and Beanstalk squeals, sharing my excitement for american foods.

"Fried food? where?!" I hear beside me as an unfamiliar person clamps their hand on my shoulder.

I turn, ready to pull some moves out on this guy, but Allen steps up beside me.

"yeah, fried food. its next door at Coney Island. maybe you should let go of Medusa and go there now." he states lowly, crossing his arms.

"whoa, I didnt mean to offend anyone or anything. I'm just always hungry is all, and fried food is amazing." the guy explains, backing off a little, his accent thick but clear.

"uh, thats okay, Allen's just moody, ya know, man period and all. Hi, I'm Amber. What's your name dude?" I ask, holding out and hand for him to shake.

he pulls down his hood, revealing light blonde tufts and bright blue eyes. I almost pass out as I recognize him.

"I'm Niall. Nice to meet you, Amber!" he exclaims, takinv my hand and shaking it, giving the other guy approaching us a giant grin.

"and this is Harry!!" he says, letting go of my hand and almost pushing the other guy into me.

"Uh, yeah. Hullo. Why'd you talk to them, Nialler, you know we had to keep ourselves unseen here!?" the tall frame turns to Niall, his posture suggesting embarrassment.

"What, I was hungry! Plus, you're the one who said we were the missing VIP's." Niall retorts, patting his stomach vigorously.

"Wait, you're the missing VIP's? Why didn't you come up to the stage?" Beanstalk asks, coming forward and pulling down Harry's hood a bit harshly. I raise my eyebrows as his curls bounce into place and his green orbs come alive in the stage lights.

I almost have to move back so I dont get overwhelmed with the fangirl feeling. he glares hastily at Niall before answering:

"Yeah. We didn't want to draw any attention to ourselves." he states, shoving his giant hands Into his hoodies pockets.

"well, its a bit late for that now isnt it?" Zain grunts out, causing me to make an unladylike snort.

Harry's gaze shoots to me, and if it was possible to set people aflame with a glare, I'd be fried chicken in a heartbeat.

I swallow the lump thats formed in my throat, and form a smirk on my face, forcing myself to look unfazed by his gaze.

"Got a problem, Smallfry?" He asks, and I immediately tense, ready to pounce. Who does this guy think he is?!

Zain steps in front of me, forcing me back, and looking amused down at Harry, who is visibly disturbed by Zain's height.

"Problem, Smallfry?" Zain taunts, his eyes growing hard, but his mouth twitching in amusement.

"um, no. I'm sorry bout that, I am just a bit stressed..." Harry explains, avoiding Zain's death glare as much as he can.

"its fine, just know this: ive taken this guy down a few times before when he pissed me off." I say, patting Zain on the shoulder as Harry's eyebrows disappear into his curls.

"Really? you're so small though...?" Niall asks, his mouth completely open.

"want a demonstration?" I ask, smirking as Harry and Niall back up slowly.

"no no, Styles. You boxed right? well, you're the dummy now, so get your ass over here." I demand, pointing to the spot in front of me. Harry hands his sweatshirt to Niall, and stands in front of me. I almost run away since I can feel the heat radiating from his body from where he'd been wearing that sweater.

he takes a stance, and I take action. I grab the back of his neck, hook my right leg around his waist and my other arm pulls up his left leg. he loses his balance, tallness being his disadvantage, and he grunts as we topple onto the ground below. I squeeze his head and leg closer together and he taps out after a few seconds of struggling.

I let him up as Niall comes to help me up off the ground.

"Geez that was badass. where'd you learn to do that?" he asks, pulling me up, his eyes wide in wonder.

"meh. I had two brothers who were in wrestling, they showed me moves. I dont fight that way though, I use my fists." I explains, approaching the wincing Harry.

"I think you pulled a muscle...and why didnt you use your fists on me?" he asks, rubbing his shoulder slightly.

"Wouldnt wanna ruin such a pretty face, huh?" I state, patting his cheek, and his eyes widen.

"you dont use them anywhere else but on faces?" he asks, his voice a bit breathy.

"nope. I like seeing pain from people. its one of my many issues that people point out when they see me in action. which is why I never got into figbts in school." I exlplain, grabbing a water from the bag on Beanstalks back.

"you've never been in a fight?" Niall asks,

"I never said never. I did that shit outside of school, so I never got in trouble." I state, and Niall's eyebrows raise.

"where outside of school?? you never did tell us where you'd go at night." Allen asks, looking back at me over his shoulder.

"She went where all fighters went. Knock Out Alley, where the drugs were high risk, and you couldnt trust anybody. I would know, thats where I settled all of my problems. another thing my father tossed me away for was my slight gambling problem. I'd bet on people in fights, and everytime they lost, I came home with cuts and blood everywhere." Zain says, locking eyes with me, and I nod in agreement.

"of course, naturally, I wasnt actually supposed to be in that neighborhood, and I was a girl, a smaller one then now. I had to look tougher, so I did what anyone would do. I got tattoos and piercings, and wore black all the time." I explain, chuckling slightly along with Zain, as we finish picking up our share of junk from the ground.

Once Allen and Beanstalk finished, we started off towards Coney Islands lit up rides next door, Harry and Niall trailing behind and getting excited over the smell of fried foods.

(A/N:OKAY SO IM MASHING THIS STORY UP WITH ANOTHER CALLED: "Live While We're Young (One Direction fanfic)" AND YES I TOTALLY FORGOT TO PUT THIS AJTHORS NOTE IN WHEN I FIRST POSTED THIS CHAPTER, SO NO LAUGHING *background laughter*. ANYWAY, IF YOU HAVENT READ THAT STORY ABOVE, GO READ IT ITS IMPORTANT! LOVE YOU ALL, GET ME SOME MORE READS ON THE MASHUP OF THESE TWO STORIES WHICH IS CALLED: "Death and Direction ( One D and VWT fanfic) !!!!!!!!! READS ARE ALL I WANT SO SPREAD THE WORD PLEASE, FEELING A BIT DEMOTIVATED AND DEPRESSED :"( THANKS LOVLIES!!)