Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 5- What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter 5

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Panic. What a word. Panic can mean anxiety in an extreme sense, or a response that you have to this anxiety. This generally stems from an event that catches you offguard, a grim event.

My situation was indeed grim.

The hotel manager had given me a full refund, but what use was it if it had been stowed away in my bags? I even put my change from Mc Donald's in the front pocket of my suitcase. All of the money that my parents had worked hard to put together for me was in there, all of the money that I had personally worked for was in there too. And my phone. I couldn't call anybody with my phone which too was in the bag, and I now didn't even have a quarter for a payphone. And what about my clothes, I couldn't walk around in pumps all day!

I didn't even have a place to rest my head tonight. Los Angeles is no Pottstown; something seriously bad could happen if I had to sleep on the streets. I would be mugged for my shoes, maybe even killed because I came across the wrong person. I was just a small town girl who didn't have "street smarts" because I expected people to treat others and their belongings with respect.

I felt like breaking down. It felt like the stress and anxiety were the weight of the world, and it was perched precariously upon my shoulders, ready to tip me onto my face and split my head open. What a lovely image. I felt the tears, hot and fast, well into my eyes. But I had to blink them back, had to remain sane. I checked my watch. Only 10 minutes until the boys performed.

That was the only promise that LA held for me. I would be rocked to my core by One Direction. I just spent over an hour getting to know and falling deeper in love with Harry Styles. I told Harry my secrets, shared a laugh, whispered into his ear. I feel like I was now truly living life. My emotions were in the extremes; extremely anxious, and extremely joyful. There was no inbetween. I believe that this may have something to do with the fact that I am a Scorpio.

I looked into the mirror with disgust. The little bit of makeup that I had tried to save had still managed to run, and my eyes were bloodshot. My head pounded as I felt a stress headache coming on. My hair look frazzled, and I wanted to cry all over again as I tried to smooth it back into place. I felt like a mess, and now I looked like a mess too. My confidence level, which never exceeded insecure, now dropped into the negative percents. How would I face those five beautiful boys, gems even among a room full of gorgeous celebrities, while I looked like I did?

Before he had left, Harry had whispered one last question for me.

"Will you be sitting here, in the front watching, while we perform?"

"Of course" I had replied. "I wouldn't miss it for the world". The answer had come as easily as breathing. Of course I would be there.

He had smiled his signature smile, and out of nowhere the runner had come to collect them. Off he had went, off I had went, and suddenly I was in a bathroom sulking.

I had promised him I would be there. That I wouldn't miss it for the world. I couldn't just stand here feeling bad for myself. I had to go back out there.

I quickly checked my watch. 5 minutes left.

I walked as fast as my shoes would manage back to my seat. I wasn't concerned with the looks of distaste that people were giving my informal walking. They weren't there because Harry Styles had wanted them there. I however, was.

As soon as I sat in my seat, they began to announce the boys. Excitement had begun to dull the pain of my loss. As I heard the words "Give It Up for One Direction", I drifted off into my own world.