Broken || a. i.

Chapter 4: Noticed

Emily:

"But they say she's in the class a-team... stuck in her daydream. Been this way since 18 but lately..." I strummed the notes on my guitar and sang along. Home alone, I was waiting for the familiar honk of Kate's Volvo. She was on her way to pick me up for the concert.

I pulled out my sheet music for Jersey by Mayday Parade and began to work on the second verse.

"Let's write a song that we can sing to, and you can lead the choir, and put the hook where it hurts the most. And you threw a spark that lit the candle that set us all on fire, and sent a-"

BEEP BEEP!

There it was. Kate was here.

I put the guitar on it's stand and the sheet music in the correct folder. I grabbed my jacket and overnight bag and ran out the door. We were staying at Lindsey's. Or so I thought.

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"I am so fucking excited oh my god." I said as I hopped in the back. Lindsey had already claimed the passenger seat

"I know and front row, too." Kate was still in shock.

We all wore similar outfits. Mine was a 5SOS crop top that went below the waist of my high-waisted black shorts. I had on my all-black Vans. Kate was wearing a black skirt with her 5SOS tee that she got from the One Direction Take Me Home tour and her black converse sneakers. We had picked out Lindsey's outfit for her because she couldn't decide. She ended up with a 5SOS tank top, ripped black jeans, and a pair of my red Vans with a red belt. We bribed her into wearing her hair down with a red headband. It looked great with her straight, light brown hair.

"I hate you guys." She said as she looked again at her outfit.

"No you don't." Kate and I said at the same time. We smiled.

I handed Lindsey my Deluxe 5SOS album (I didn't name it because we still don't have one. And it's gonna be 47292392026392 years until we actually have the album name and another 9637290162547392029 years until the album) and she put it in. We jammed out until we reached the Comcast Center.

We found a spot and raced to get to the ticket lines. The lines were already chaotic so we linked arms to make sure we stayed together.

Eventually we made it to the front of one of the lines and I handed them the three tickets.

"Lucky girls." The attendant said. "You can go. Take these." he handed us the original tickets back. "If someone is in any of your seats show security the tickets."

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask.

"First time up front?" the attendant asked with a smile.

"Yeah." I responded.

"Sometimes people print out fake tickets for the closer seats. Your tickets are the real ones. Security can tell."

Lindsey, Kate, and I all said various forms of thanks and walked through the metal rotary thingy.

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We had gotten here early- 4 hours early- to stand by the door that the boys were supposed to go to to get into the arena.

I had been here the most out of our little trio so I lead them through the small crowd that had already gathered by the tents that were set up with the band's merchandise. I took them to a small, worn, path and began the journey around the building that was backstage.

We reached the door and their were already about 2 dozen girls around the barricade. The boys were supposed to show up in about an hour so we decided to claim a spot as close to the barricade as possible. The crowd seemed to have multiplied from the time we got to the doorway to the time we got to the barricade. It was about 3-4 people deep but we could reach our hands over them to get the boys attention.

"This is so exciting. I hope you have the right door." Lindsey said. She never trusted my stalker-like skills.

"I'm positive. I checked where most celebrities enter and the door was the north east entrance." I said matter-of-factly.

"Okay. Okay." She said. She put her hands up in mock surrender. Kate laughed at her feeble joke.

We stood by the barricade for 1/2 an hour until we heard the sound of and engine- or 2.

The 2 Suburbans pulled up one at a time to let there contents out. As soon as the door opened on the first car I had gone deaf from the screaming and could barely hear myself.

Michael and Calum were in the first car. They smiled waved and took some pictures with fans. I felt someone grab at my paper. I looked up and there was a head of bright pink hair. Calum followed right behind and winked at me. I almost fainted. I looked to the second car and Luke was closing the door. Him and Ashton began to make their way through the crowd. Luke signed my paper and then was gone.

I had 3/4.

Soon enough Ashton was in front of my area. He looked up at the various hands full of paper and phones and other things to be signed and frowned. He grabbed a hand and pulled it forward. It wasn't until I was right in front of him that I realised he had grabbed mine.

"Hi." I said. It came out steadier than I thought it would.

"Hi." Ashton smiled. "I wanna know why." He flipped over my hand and pulled so he could see the scars on my wrist.

"Come with me?"

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I'm so sorry I haven't updated but I'm going to try to update twice a week ok? I promise I'll try.

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