Chapter 2
The show was amazing...NOT! I'm it sure how anyone would find over 300 screaming girls entertaining. Not to mention the sound of 5 guys who I don't know singing form everywhere. 15 minutes into the show I decided to "go to the bathroom" which means wonder around for the next 2 hours, but my sister didn't need to know that.
I think my mind started wandering. When I came back to the real world I found myself wandering down a dim hallway, so I turned around but found a choice of three other hallways to go down so I went to the left and wished for the best. The best as in getting back to the concert, not getting wacked in the head with a very hard door. Well that is what happened. I blacked out for a minute and then woke up with a familiar face in my face . It was Harry Styles. I recognized him from my sisters magazines. And he was holding me.
"oh...um sorry" I said, well I guess it was a gurgle and didn't come out as any words. I tried to get up but there was a sudden pounding in my head and I would have fallen if he didn't catch me.
"I think I should help you. You aren't...stable" he said in that annoying accent
"I am fine thank you! I am just going to find my way back to my sister to watch the concert." I tried to yell, but wasn't successful. I guess he understood me because he gave me a goofy grin and started laughing and for whatever reason it annoyed me. yeah I know most girls would die if they were this close to him, but im not that girl.
"Why are you laughing? Shouldn't you be singing to a bunch of crazy girls?" I yelled louder than last time.
Still grinning he said " Well it is intermission first off and second of all should you be there too?
"well i personally don't like you guys all that much, so I found walkling around much better. Well it was until you decided to assult me with a door.
"I said im sorry love"
"yeah im sure it was quite sincere" i muttered
"I heard that and it was sincere. Are you feeling alright? You look like your gonna throw up or something."
He was right. I did feel like i was goint to throw up. How did he know that before i did?
Yes...i-i think i might.
Then he rushed me to the bathroom and that's how it all started.
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