I looked at the people around me. 'They all hate you' my inner voices says. "I know." I say aloud.
Hi. I'm erin. I'm 16, and my life sucks. My parents are dead and I get along with the voice in my head. I feel like a monster. I must be crazy because the voice isn't mine. It's not a male or female voice but its there. I have a boyfriend. And his name is josh. He's just as unpopular as me. I have a lot of friends. Josh knows everything about me. He knows the songs I sing when I'm alone. The way my moods change. The secret bird tattooing have. He doesn't know how I dance when I feel good though. So I guess things aren't that bad. But one thing he also doesn't know is I go to the club. A lot. In fact after school I'm going there. I have my dress in mmy bag.
* after school *
I walked into the club. 'Everyone will think your horrible at danceing' 'I know.' I thought back. There we a group of people around the stage. "Hello people London. As you know we are just finishing out Take me Home tour! (I know it doesn't end there!) Hope you enjoy." Oh so that boy band one direction was playing here tonight. "We'll this will be our last song. It's the only song we have written from Midnight Memories. It's called little Black Dress!" They announced. I couldn't help but go up to the stage to see them. One direction was here. The gutiar began blasting. (Listen to little black dress). I couldn't help but wondering if they were singing to me. They were looking directly at me and I was wearing a little black dress. Oh well. They left the stage and disappeared behind it. I made my way to the dancefloor. Turns out the boys were there. And they were good at dancing. One of them noticed me. The one with curly hair. He winked at me.
He made his way over to me. "We'll hello there. I can't help but notice you noticing me." He said with a cheeky grin. "Is that so?" I ask with a smirk on my face. I look at him. He's wearing a tight black button down shirt and black skinny jeans. "Yea! You wanna dance?" "We'll I don't know. My boyfriend will most likely get pretty pissed!" I said.
"Is he here?" I looked at him. "No. Why?" He grabbed my hand and led me to the floor. He whispered in my ear "Because e were singing to you,". "Um?" "HI HARRY! WHO IS THIS?" Someone with brown hair and a pigeon tattoo asked. "Oh your name is Harry!" I said. "You didn't know my name?" I laughed so hard. "No!" he frowned. "You're not a fan?" "no not really." "Well then. "
