Look Away, Ignore the Pain

Chapter 15: Love is a Different Exam to Cheat On

~Kaitlynn’s Point of View~

Today’s One Direction’s last concert before London and if it wasn’t obvious already, I haven’t gone to any other of their concerts. Harry made me watch some of their live performances on YouTube, though. I always smiled a bit when they would all joke around the stage and mess up their lyrics on purpose, like when Harry decided to sing “wrong size shoe” instead of the usual “it’s gotta be you” line. Boy, can that lad reach high notes! Did someone kick him in the bollocks or something? It was actually nice to see Niall and his mates, who I finally learnt the names of, so happy on stage. Louis, who I learnt was a footballer from Doncaster and the prankster of the gang, would always make faces and throw water at everyone. Niall would wear ridiculous snapbacks and vests that seriously made me laugh, Liam would just try to keep the professional face (mostly failed), Zayn, who I have learnt was from Bradford (it’s very near Yorkshire, so I was right!), would just go with whatever happened, and Harry would practically be all lovey with Louis. I wonder if anyone has ever assumed they were… well… a couple. I thought for myself, but then shrugged it off. They don’t seem like the type to be… well… gay.

Anyways, the lads are already at the Brighton Centre for their concert, which means that tomorrow morning I have to go back to the Academy. Actually, I am not really looking forward to it. Tom and Sophie both haven’t texted me back, even though I text them at least once a day. I try to shrug it off and think of something else, but a part of me can’t stop thinking of the possibility that.. maybe… just maybe… there might be something going on between the two of them. I watch way too many films…

I finished the last bit of packing and then plumped down on the couch in the lounge, turning on the telly and going on Facebook on my laptop. Is there seriously something wrong with me for drawing all this hate to myself? I thought in desperation. I should just leave Facebook. I can open a Twitter with my YouTube username and no one will follow me. I’ll only follow celebrities and no one will notice me. And with that in my mind, I opened a Twitter account with the same name as my YouTube one - Princess Kathy. I followed a few bands like All Time Low, Fall Out Boy, One Direction (only for the support and besides, they’re not going to know it was me who followed them), Panic! At the Disco, Green Day, Queen (don’t judge me, I like oldies), The Beatles, and others that I don’t remember. Anyways, 5 Seconds of Summer doesn’t have a Twitter page, but they’re seriously so good that they will have one. I am sure of it.

After a while of customising my Twitter page and toying around with its settings, I tucked it away and focused on the very boring telly in front of me. Nothing much was playing, so I just closed my eyes for a while.

~Niall’s Point of View~

“I’m totally knackered.” Zayn announced once we got backstage. We all agreed with him, so we just headed back to the bus.

“Oh my God, look how cute she is!” Harry exclaimed quietly and pointed at the couch. We all walked in to see Kaitlynn sleeping peacefully like a baby on the couch, with her knees pressed to her chest.

“Shouldn’t she be in bed, then?” Liam asked with a slight smile. I nodded, smiling myself, and carried her to bed. I heard something fall on the couch, but I wanted to get her to bed first.

“What the hell are you doing?” I snapped at Louis once I got back to the living room and saw him scroll through Katy’s mobile.

“Sorry, mate. She got a pretty pissed text from someone named Tom and I just… sorry, I didn’t mean to read it. It just lit up and -”

“What does it say?” I cut him off. Yes, I know it’s wrong, but I honestly didn’t like that bloke. He was just… there was something off about him.