"Let go of me Liam!" I yelp tugging my arm away. It was pouring outside with rain but the booming music from indoors was drowning out the water freckling the dirty puddles on the kerb. I feel a rise of frustration start to pound on the left of my forehead as I violently pull my coat towards me and out of the grasp of Liam.
"Babe don't cause a scene." Liam grasps tightly onto my forearm pointing his eyes in the direction of other important people around us. He pulls me into his chest and wraps his hands round my head attempting to cradle me but I squirm away.
"I don't fucking care! Let me go home you prick!" I scream pushing him away. I take a couple steps backwards, feeling cold drops soak into my perfectly straightened hair. He starts to walk towards me, to reach out to touch my cheek but I turn my head away.
"Don't touch me." I slap his hand away as I feel my voice crack. "Go inside, this isn't a playground."
"But I need you with me, you're my good luck charm." He half smiles, but I shoot look of disgust into his eyes.
"You've already lost three awards, how could I possibly make a difference." I spit back. I swivel on my heel facing away from him, sliding my hands into my pockets.
"Bit fucking harsh." He replies quietly.
"Yeah well so were you." I sigh. The rain around me falls heavier on my skin.
"Please come inside we can sort this out later."
"No, how about next time you don't invite an emotionally stressed girl you barely fucking know to the bloody Brit awards" He stands there silent so I turn to look at him. "I told you before I'm not good at relationships."
"It's still worth it-"
"You don't know that!" I snarl. "Whatever, call me later I'm going home." I swiftly turn on my heels marching past Liam and through the doors again. My hair was wet but it didn't scare me from strutting past the Oasis table and out the exit. I probably made a scene but I can't give two fucks right now.
I reach back outside, this time in the car park. I had plans of getting wasted tonight, but since my plans are foiled I have no choice but to make my own way home. In the dark. In rain. Freezing fucking cold.
My life is so blissful.
I look down at my outfit in disappointment; my fur jacket was damp, feet freezing from the rain and my dress just completely ruined. As you can tell I don't really like rain. Maybe because it rained the day my dad left, but let's not talk about that right now.
Sulking I walked to the tube station. I couldn't help but notice how London's nightlife was still thriving, just under hoods and umbrellas. I got a few stares, comments and laughs but of course dressed like this soaking wet who isn't going to receive that.
When I got to the tube station I simply used my oyster card to get through. It was pretty late at night so there was only a couple of people on the tube. Getting off at my stop was worse. Probably only just me. It was nice and peaceful though despite the lack of humanity.
While I was on the train it had stopped raining so I thought it was a good time to just relax and sit on the stairs outside the station for a bit. Out of my bag I pulled out a crushed cigarette packet with only two left inside it. I pulled one out and lit it crushing the menthol between my red lips.
"Excuse me?" I cough smoke out surprised by the recognizable voice.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" I nod in response keeping my eyes glued to ahead of me. I didn't want to confirm my thoughts. "You don't have a fag I can nick do you?" I yank my packet out again and hold it up to him. I only watch his hand flick it open.
"You don't min-"
"It's fine" I interrupt. "I'm trying to quit my bad habits anyway." I roll my eyes at my own lie. Can't quit smoking, can't quite quit being myself either.
He lights the cigarette and sits down just ahead of me on the staircase, facing me. One look at him face and of course I could work out who it was. My lips pierce together trying to hold back anger.
"You look familiar." He simply says, he takes a drag in a weird motion like he was trying to make an impression on me. I just snort.
"Yeah? You too." I look away from him. I hear him chuckle.
"I get that a lot-"
"I bet." It goes quiet.
Though I was being rude, I hadn't quite reached my highest temper just yet.
"You're Liam's girl aren't you." He points at me, startling me. I scoff.
"Congratulation's you're 99% of the conversations I have." He laughs whilst getting up to sit next to me. He pats my back as I get a mixed scent of alcohol and expensive cologne. Well I'm glad it all worked out for him.
"It's because they're all surprised that you're dating a tool." He laughs leaning away from me.
"Says you." I say under my breathe. He hears my comment.
"What?"
"Oh nothing, stranger." I stand up and face him getting a good look at his face. Not much of a teenager anymore is he?
"What's your name?"
"Connie" I simply say. "Otherwise known as the girl who was humiliated and had to move schools because she got bullied for having a 'thing' for an older boy." I cross my arms and stare down at him.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that Connie." He endearingly replies swaying side to side to stand up. My temper raises and instead of being a drama queen I just turn around and run down the stairs.
Today has just gotten worse and worse.
I walk quickly away pulling my hands in my pocket as I hear feet clunking after me.
"How come you're so angry?" he calmly asks keeping up with my speed easily. I ignore him. "I actually live this way, this is convenient." He looks around and stumbles almost falling over.
"Woah," I say grabbing his sleeve to pull him up. I quickly turn around away from him feeling a little bad considering the state he was in.
"It's ok, I'm fine! Thank you!" He yells flailing his arms in the air. I groan, regret having any compassion whatsoever.
"Do you know where you're going?" I ask. He looks around again.
"Kind of..." He says. "I live in a block of flats. But I'm staying with my mum for now, as you know the time of year."
"That's helpful." I reply looking around at all the buildings of homes around us.
That's just fucking great then isn't it...
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Fanfiction(Might be getting updated/re-written please see my last update!) Connie was only young when she got her first crush. And if it was anyone it was on Mr Damon Albarn, her neighbour and babysitter. However when Connie's faced with childhood bullies she...
