It felt as if life was going in a blur. I felt numb. I felt depressed that I wouldn't ever see the 5 most perfect boys again. Stacy knew I felt horrible, and she tried supporting me, I knew it was stupid, but I just wasn't in a good mood much. I went to school, didn't say much to my family; not that I ever did. Didn't speak much in my group of friends, I never really paid attention to the conversation going on, and I didn't go round Stacy's much, whereas I used to go to hers everyday.
It was only 2 weeks, but it felt like forever. When Stacy asked for one last time if I wanted to go ice skating with 'our group,' she was expecting a no, and was surprised when I told her to wait and let me change. I put on a baggy shirt and leggings. I wasn't getting dressed to impressed, I just knew I had to leave the house, as I was being a bit ridiculous. She scowled at what I was wearing, but she knew that it was lucky I was coming anyway. Of course I looked completely dressed down, compared to her frilly, cream crop top, and black disco leggings. Simple, but fashionable.
Fashion is over rated.
Stacy drove us there and the group was waiting by the entrance. They all smiled seeing me, glad I was actually doing something. We paid and went in. It was a disco night type of thing, so it was dark, but bright lights flashed across the ice. It reminded me of the concert. Where I met them. I thought I'd get upset, but I just brushed the feeling away. I remembered the first time I went skating. It was when Stacy turned 13, as a birthday thing. I was older than her, and after that I kept going, it had been a while though. There was music playing as we skated round. It felt good to go out with my friends and I laughed so much. I don't remember much of it, only the feeling of being happy, and that night I went asleep smiling, next to Stacy on her bed. Just like usual.
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A week later was when everything changed. Again. Complicating my life once more.
I was sat next to Stacy. We were eating mint choc chip ice cream and waiting for the boys to come on. We screamed at her TV as Niall's face was zoomed in on, on the camera. I didn't feel anything. Just felt like the old fangirl I had been before. My heart melted seeing Harry's face as usual. It was some kind of award ceremony, and I found out One Direction would be there so we just had to watch it. It was just basically all these singers and bands getting interviewed before the ceremony. Then I watched as the boys got every award they were put in for. I saw the joy in Harry's face, the way Zayn's eyes brightened at each award, and how Liam's smile grew bigger. Of course we was watching it live on the 'One Direction's Channel,' so after all the awards, we saw as they drove to their interview straight after. I checked the time. It was only 5:00pm.
They boys were in a live interview. A sort of radio station, yet an interview room. Hhhmm. I was half paying attention whilst eating my ice cream and talking to Stacy. The interviewers were just congratulating them for the awards, and asking about being famous and the band. It was formal and I was waiting for the personal stuff. Of course it wasn't long before Niall was talking about his ideal girl friend, Zayn was going on about his wedding, Liam was playing with Louis's hair and Louis was, well, talking about his thoughts on fashion (striped shirts.) And all the rest. Stacy was just saying how much she loved Liam and about his 'gorgeous abs' when I snapped my head at the TV. The interviewer said, "okay Harry, let's talk about you." They asked some questions, Harry being his normal charming self. I was just starting to remember that haunting night, when I heard the woman interviewer ask, "oh Harry, you are funny, so what we all really want to know is, who is the best person you've ever kissed?"
He gave a small smile, "do you mean the best person I've kissed, or the person I've had the best kiss with?"
The blonde women grinned, "well, we'd love to know both, but we prefer the best kiss, and who gave you this best kiss."
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That One Chance
Teen FictionA life of parties, school, work and...repetition. Felicia was just another everyday teenage girl, repeating the same thing day by day. The girl who studied all day, the girl who partied hard (when her best friend Stacy wanted to of course), the girl...