Escaped Criminal (Z.M.)

that dude and that chick

I stare in the mirror, admiring my appearance in the reflection. Today my friends and I are going to that music festival Siena's been mentioning lately. 

My attire consists of a white bralette, high-waisted jeans and black converse. My neck is adorned by a large and impressive necklace, my wrists hugged by colourful bracelets, and my hair sparkling from the glitter I decided to pour over the part of my hair.

I check the time on my phone.

10:40 AM.

The festival is apparently starting at 12, so I'll need to finish my final preparations and drive off to our meeting place if we want to get the best spot.

The lingering thought of yesterday won't seem to stop buzzing around in my head, almost as if it's screaming at me; listen to me, listen to me.

I'm not quite sure what prompted Niall to kiss me yesterday, but we haven't spoken since. I won't dare to ask him about it, because quite frankly, I'm not comfortable enough. It's left me at unease, but why should that be the case? It was all Niall's fault anyway. I've made it clear that we could never possibly become an item.

I can't help but put my fingers to my lips, reminiscing on that intimate moment.

Whilst now I'm mostly regretting it, the memory also brought some other emotions and thoughts too, and most of which I shouldn't be having.

I should have broken the kiss immediately, but no. I kissed him back. But would you, if you were in my position - if you hadn't felt another persons lips on yours after so much as a year or two - I had lost count - having been without the sensation?

I had never kissed Zayn. Not once. There were so many times it could have happened, and it's ironic considering he's kissed my skin, then he hesitates in kissing me as if it's sacred, just as my maidenhood be.

But no, I've kissed Niall. Technically he kissed me, but I kissed him back nevertheless.

I text Siena to tell her I should be driving out soon, and she immediately replies saying she'll just be a minute, and she texts the others who are mostly already there.

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There are already so many people here, and when I spot Siena I almost squeal.

"Siena," I exclaim, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"It's been forever, oh my god! It's so good to see you!"

The other girls slowly follow behind her, and I proceed in hugging them too whilst murmuring "hey's" and "hello's".

The others were wearing similar clothing, wearing cropped tops, stüssy bralettes, shorts, and just about anything eye catching.

We all walk as a group - around 7 of us - and show the security guards our tickets and ID's, before we're finally allowed in.

There are food trucks, stalls, and right before our eyes is the central stage.

There are already quite a few people in place, probably having had the same idea as us by coming earlier for the better spot. We were hoping to stand in the mosh pit, and whilst we're not exactly that far in, if we push and squeeze through the crowds a little, we might make it to the front of the crowd.