I was laying in my bed thinking about the past couple of days. When I was with the boys I was happy, something I haven’t been for a while.
I started to take Zayn’s advice and not feel guilty for Kaitlyn’s death, and slowly I was starting to believe I wasn’t.
Kaitlyn was my only friend, well only true friend. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning thinking it was all just a dream, but then I would remember.
I would cry a little, but I’m slowly starting not to hate myself anymore. They say that a death gets easier as time passes, but I don’t see that ever happening.
Kaitlyn was the kind of girl that everyone loved, a girl that everyone wanted to be, including myself. We both didn’t have many friends, it’s something that I will never understand.
But she did have friends, just not true friends who were always there for her.
I tried to be there for her all the time, but I felt myself not knowing what to say when she was having a hard time.
I always felt like a bad friend, but she would always reassure me that I was the best friend she could ever have. We rarely ever got into fights, and if we did, they wouldn’t last that long.
We were with each other every second of the day, some people even thought we were sisters, basically we were.
I like to think that Kaitlyn is in heaven smiling down on me, kind of like my guardian angel.
I sighed andshook my head from those thoughts and got out of my bed deciding to take a shower before I met up with the boys.
I was going to their first concert and was excited to see them perform. Over the past couple of days Danielle, Eleanor and I have become very close, almost best friends even, I was happy that I finally got other friends.
I grabbed my towel from my desks chair and went over to my bathroom that connected to my room and turned the shower on all the way to hot.
I quickly stripped and jumped in. I was happy that I got to meet the boys; no actually I was thankful I got to meet the boys.
I know they have fans out there who dedicated their whole lives to them and don’t get to meet them. The boys really do appreciate their fans, and wish they could meet them more, but security wouldn’t let them at times since it’s to “dangerous.”
I quickly washed my hair and body and got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my body I went and grabbed my phone to see I have six unread messages.
Hey you awake yet?
We’re gonna be over at four, be ready. – Niall
The next ones were from the boys making sure I was up.
I quickly replied to them letting them know that I was up and was getting ready.
It was already two so I had to hurry up and get ready.
Five minutes later I was digging through my closet trying to find something to wear.
I pulled the last outfit out of my closet and threw it aside; it was no use I had no clue what to wear.
Finally I decided on a pair of black and white printed shorts, a white tank top, and a plain black zip up hoodie.
I searched around for a pair of shoes to go with, I picked up a pair of black sandals, only to throw them aside.
I would be at the concert standing for at least four hours, I wanted to be in something comfortable.
I found a pair of black vans and slipped them on. Checking the clock I saw that I only had 45 more minutes to finish getting ready.
