Broken || a. i.

Chapter 3: 1 Week

Note: Sorry it took so long to update. I'm really sorry. My friend Lindsey keeps badgering me to write lol.

And Happy Halloween! 🎃

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Emily:

One week.

7 days.

168 hours.

10,080 minutes.

604,800 seconds.

One week.

I sat in math class, thinking of Friday night. That was the night I would finally see my idols, my lifesavers, in concert. I was about to get lost in another daydream when-

"Emily? Do you have and answer?" My teacher, Mr. Bryon, asked.

"Oh. Uhhh," I was lost. I was never called on. I scrambled with my notes and papers. I could her people snickering and felt heat climb up my face.

"Number 7, Emily." My teacher said. Thank God I was fast at math. I found the right paper and read my answer.

"Oh. Uh. B squared. I got b squared." I replied. Lindsey rolled her eyes. I don't know how she was still focusing. I sure wasn't. I was too thrilled at the fact of being within 500 feet the boys.

"Correct." Mr. Bryon said with a smile. He was older, married, probably 37, or 38. He wrote the answer on the board and called on someone else for number 8. I, on the other hand, began to fantasize.

Ashton.

Calum.

Michael.

Luke.

An imagine. An elaborate story. Something that could never happen.

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I sat on the couch in the lounge on the bus, checking Instagram. I saw pictures of tonight's concert and laughed when I saw a video of Ashton breaking his drumsticks. Typical Ash.

I heard the bus door open and laughter and voices. I heard something break and figured the boys were goofing off, again.

As I walked out of the lounge I heard Calum scream, "OH FUCK LUKE. YOU AND YOUR CLUMSY ASS." I heard the boys laugh and rolled my eyes once I saw what happened. There was glass all over the floor.

"Hey, babe." Ashton saw me and jumped over the shards. He got to me and kissed my cheek and hugged me around the middle.

"Ewww. I love you but you're all sweaty." I shrieked.

He hugged me tighter and I giggled.

"Oh. Oh my God guys. No PDA. Grosssss." Luke covered his eyes in a sarcastic, disgusted way. I stuck my tongue out. He chucked.

"OH. OW FUCK. FUCKKKKKK. OWWW." Everyone turned toward the sound of Michael's voice. The dumbass had stepped in the pile of what once was a cup.

The room erupted in laughter as Michael groaned in pain. Calum had his phone out and was talking to it, most likely making a keek.

I had been on tour with the boys for 4 weeks. When they came to Boston they had a week off. I met Ash at a Red Sox, pre season practice. We hit it off and hung out everyday while they were on break. The boys seemed to like me.

"Hey. Babe." Ash called. He seemed far away.

"Hey."

"Hey"

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I was pulled back into the real world by Lindsey shaking my shoulder.

"Shit. Again?" I asked her as I began to gather my books.

"Yeah. That's the second time today. Are you sure you're okay?" She seemed worried.

"I'm fine. Just excited." I replied as we walked out of the classroom. We had all the same classes. Kate had none with us. We walked into the Cafeteria and found her at our usual table.

"Hey." She said she was studying what looked like Spanish notes.

"Hi."

"Sup"

"Nothing. I have that huge Spanish exam next. I want to start April vacation off good don't I?" she continued to study.

I totally forgot next week was April vacation. 5SOS is so screwed. they'll be followed everywhere during their break from tour.

"I figured out which entrance they'll be going in." I pulled out my phone and showed them a map of the Comcast Center.

"Here." I pointed to one of the back entrances.

"You're so creepy. How do you do this?" Lindsey was in awe.

I locked my phone.

"That, my good friend, is a secret." I said it with a smirk.

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Again I'm sorry this was short I didn't really know what to write. 30 votes and 5 comments for the next chapter!

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