Knocking on my Door

Chapter 22

Ok, so yea. Last chapter was really crappy. I'm hoping this chapter will make up for it.

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So, it's Tuesday. Tomorrow will be a new chapter in my life. I will be the most hated person in the world. I will be known as: 'The girl who kidnapped One Direction'.

I've never felt so lonely in my life. I got my first kiss just yesterday and now I'm here moping in bed.

"Angel!", someone says coming in, "Wanna go to a dance?" , I look up to see Jerome.

"We're going to a dance. You, Danny and me!!". Jerome tells me. I sigh.

"Jerome," I say, tiredly, "I don't want to go." Now it's his turn to sigh.

"C'mon Princess," Jerome says, "You deserve a night out. It doesn't even have to be a dance." I look away. "It can be anything, a movie, library, heck we can even go to the beach." I smile at him. The beach sounds nice. Getting some peace.

"OK," I say, "We'll go to the beach." He jumps up. I smile. "I'll be back in one hour". I smile.

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I wrapped my body in a towel and my hair in another. I ran to my room.

I looked inside my closet looking for something appropriate. Everything in my closet was mismatched. As in there were flowery skirts but no top to go with them. I finally decided on a green, plaid skirt and white sleeveless top. I then grabbed my crimper-iron and went down the stairs

Danny was no where to be found. Then again, she hasn't really been out of her room since yesterday. I sigh. I have to be a good big sister and get her through this.

I knock on her door. No answer. I just head in, so. There my always-happy little sister sits, crying and looking miserable. It feels like a ton of bricks have fallen on me. Danny, the girl who made everyone smile, was crying. How did it come to this?

I sigh and sit on the edge of her bed. I pat her hair.

"Danny," I whisper. She looks up at me with red eyes. "C'mon get ready, we're going to the beach."

"Doesn't this bother you?", Danny suddenly yells. I'm taken aback. Danny. My sweet, little sister, never lost her temper. It was always me who lost it. "You are the most hated person in New York City and are probably going to be in the world by Thursday morning. And for something you never did!!".

I sighed and sat in beside her laying figure. She shifted her head a little and put it on my lap.

"Yes it does bother me," I tell her, "But Jerome made me realise that I shouldn't spend my last few months in New York moping about it." she looks up at me.

"Oh yea," she mumbles, "Your leaving in August." She jumps up off me. "And since I only have about 1 and a half month with my sis, no more crying!". She suddenly hugs me. I hug her back.

I smile and get off her bed.

"Get ready now," I say, heading down stairs. I go down to the basement and take my make up stuff. I had put it down there after the festival of fireworks. It brought back memories. Memories I never want to recall. 

I took the mirror up the stairs with my make up things. The first thing I did was colour my hair. Y'know, just in case I run into One Direction fans. (God forbid). I died it black. Then I crimp my hair and tie it into pigtails. On the edges, I did a little golden hair dye.

Next was my face. I never put on too much make up. I wasn't going to start now. I put on mild eyeliner and mascara.

When I was done, I put on my white flats. I put on my nerdy glasses and a fake lip ring.

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"This is so-o-o-o fun!", Danny says, dancing around. I laugh. Danny is wearing a pink, vintage skirt and a black sleeveless t-shirt.

Jerome sets down our beach chairs and blankets. I look behind me to see a lot of people gathered around a stage.

"What's going on there?", I ask, pointing to the stage.

"Rock festival." Jerome says without looking up. "Supposed to free celebrity concerts."

"Well lets go check it out!". I say, dragging him over to the place. We some how shove our way to the front. The person currently singing is Hillary Duff. Well, technically, she's finished.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen!", a ghetto teenager comes on stage. "Thank you, Hilliary!". He says some other stuff. Credits, I think.

I turn around, bored of looking at the ghetto boy. And I could have sworn that I saw brown curls.

I stared at the spot on where they appeared and then disappeared. Am I hallucinating?

Calm down, Angel!", I tell myself. Anyone could have dark brown curls. Not just You-Know-Who....

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THIS IS NOT FINISHED!!!!! There will be a part two very soon! Next chapter up as soon as I get 8 comments. :) The next chapter will probably be the last... if not it'll be the chapter after next. I'm definately finishing it this week. Also I need a couple of new people for the sequeal. I need 2 girls for Angel's rommie and 2 guys as Jerome's roomies.

PLEASE don't comment the app. It's too squished. All I need is name, like, dislikes, family and pairing,  favourites, age put in whatever you thing is important; for girls pairing it can be Jerome, Louis, Niall and Zayn... maybe Harry. For boy characters it can be Elenor, Danielle or one of the other applicants. Message me them please. Thank you :)

Love,

TheSpiritOfLove

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