Backstage Stress

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I had to two days to finish a book and start my paper. I didn’t have to tell you that I barely slept or ate for two days. So much was going on in my mind I had to stop myself from having anxiety attacks because I was stressed out by the paper and about the whole kissing Harry situation. I didn’t know why but I opened my mouth and talked about it to Callie. She freaked me out even more. She basically told me to confront him about it because maybe he just saw me as a friend. When she told me that, my heart literally dropped to my gut. I knew from the start that nothing would happen but the fact that you heard it, it was something completely different. Here, I was sitting in Starbucks at the end of the street, trying to finish my paper. I had at least 5 coffees since this morning and I went to the bathroom like 7 times. I was emotionally and physically exhausted from all of this work. I looked at the time on my Mac and saw that it was 1h45 in the afternoon.I better get going. The soundtrack was scheduled at 2h20. I started to pack all of my belongings and checked that my backstage pass was in my bag. I got my IPhone out of my bag and saw that I had multiple text messages from Harry.

10:23 AM from Harry: Good Morning Love xx

10:55 AM from Harry: You must be a heavy sleeper. Get back to me asap xx

11:30 AM from Harry: Don’t forget to text me when you are on your way here. Will be amazing xx

12:44 PM from Harry: R U coming tho? 

I felt bad for not replying but my phone was on silence and in my bag. It’s not like I did it on purpose but he will probably think I did anyway. I opened the last message before typing a reply him but I erased it. As I was leaving the Starbucks, I smiled at the workers because they were amazing with me for the past 5 hours. I was trying to find something casual to reply to him but I didn’t find anything. I just stared at my screen. What the hell could I reply back? Fuck it, we were just friend. So I decided to go with this:

1:55 PM to Harry: Sorry my phone was in my bag and Im on my way 

I put on my headphones and started to walk to get to the metro. Today wasn’t a sunny day at all. It was grey and dull, with loads of clouds in the sky. I didn’t understand because we were in June. I wouldn’t be surprised if it rained today. I walked to the metro gate and scanned my metro card in the machine. It was so ironic that I was going to go to their soundtrack but I didn’t know any of their songs. Last night, before going to bed at 4 in the morning, I searched their hit songs. It wasn’t my type of music but it wasn’t bad either. There were actually a few that I liked. Finally the metro came and I walked in. There weren’t a lot of people in the metro at the time so I could sit down on the chair. I only had a few stops before getting out at Lionel Groulx station and getting another train over there. It wasn’t long that I was already at Lucien L’Allier metro station. I passed the gate and started to climb the stairs of the metro. I got out of the metro and received a new text message from Harry.

2:15 PM from Harry: Good.

I got irritated by his message. He could at least put his ‘xx’ as kisses or a smiley face but I only got a dot. A fucking dot. I started walking to the main entrance for the Bell Center to only see a massive group of girls. I stopped right there not knowing what to do. They were all eyeing me and I simply got my phone out of my pocket before texting Harry. One of them came closer to me and asked me:

‘’Aren’t you with Harry?’’ She said as a couple of other girls came to circle us.

‘’Err… No. Harry who?’’ I said giving her a smile. She will probably think I was lying or that I was mentally deficient.

They wanted pictures with me and quite frankly I didn’t have the time for that. I was a nobody so why did they want a picture with me, not to mention I dressed like a hobo today with my ripped jeans and my oversized flannel shirt. I didn’t owe them anything so I said no. I wasn’t going to take pictures with anyone. As I was walking away from them, I heard my phone buzzing.

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