I wasn’t going to tell Carly anything of my dream. She would think I was crazy. I stood in front of me mirror. I had my dirty blond hair, I miss the blonde. I wanted to go back, even though I hated the way I treated them. I sat on my bed and cried for a good 2 hours. Everyone is gone, Ella, Shelby and Taylor. They aren’t even real. My relationship with any of the boys weren’t real. It was all a sick dream.
“Cortnee,” Carly knocked on my door. “We need to get ready.” I told her I was going to get ready on my own. I know she doesn’t know what is going on. But I think my dream was telling me something. I can’t live here. I’ll go out tonight to see the concert but after this I’ll either go back to Florida or get another flat.
I pull on a “1D” shirt and blue skinny jeans. I put on a snapback that I had a long time ago. I am back to 16 and 1/2 girl from Florida. I put on black vans and stood at my mirror. I couldn’t stop. I can’t believe none of that was real. I got out the last of tears before I put mascara and eyeliner on. I found some bracelets and put them on both of arms. It covered some scars.
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I walked out to see Carly, wearing hi-waist shorts, and basically showed her ass and she had a “Styles” t-shirt on. “You’re wearing that?” she asked me. “Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” I looked down to see if I found any flaws. “Wouldn’t you want to wear something more, I don’t know, like give attention.” She got out. “No, I am wearing this.” I know notice we can’t really be real friends.
We got into a cab and it drove us to the concert. Screaming girl everywhere. Carly was bouncing in her seat. “Aren’t you excited” she looked at me with a big smile. “Yeah” I said, not as excited as she wanted. “What is your problem?” she asked me. “Nothing,” I looked out my window. “What are our seats?” I looked over.
“Front row” she laughed. I don’t know if I am going to be able to handle it. I know I am going to freak out and cry. I already know I am. “After the show, they said to go backstage.” She continued. “I think I’ll be going right home” I told her. “Why?” she had an attitude. “I just don’t think I want to meet them” I looked at her with soft eyes. “You always wanted to meet them.”
I didn’t say anything after that. We arrived and walked in; she was right, we were the first row and right in the middle. I gulped hard. I was quiet the whole time; she was talking to the girl around us. I just looked at the stage. This stage, I sung on. The stage I watched them rehearsed on. I sighed; Carly left area and talked to everyone.
I stood there, and the crowd of girls surrounded. I looked to find Carly, she wasn’t in sight. The concert was about to start. The music started, the girls screamed. I just gulped and looked up. Please wake me up. I must have fallen asleep on the floor of the theater.
Liam, Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall walked on stage, after the clip of them was on. Liam was right in front of me. He looked around, and saw me. He had a smile on his face. “Hello everyone!” Harry shouted. “What a beautiful crowd” Niall tuned in. I looked at all of them. I hung out with them, every single day. “How is everyone tonight?” Louis shouted. The girls screeched. I stood there, smiling a bit. But I know I was going to start to cry. I miss them. Why did I wish them away? A tear escaped my eye.
They started to sing, Heart attack. I watch them move around the whole stage and be completely silly. I smiled remembering this.
*Flashback*
I was sitting on the edge of the stage just looking at the seats. “It’s big huh?” Zayn voice came from behind. “Yeah” I laughed. “Can’t believe you are going to sing, tonight” he smiled sitting next to me. “I can’t either.” I bumped my elbow on his arm.
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Unexpected Love
FanfictionA troubled teen moved far away from her hometown for a new start. Can she reset her life? Will meeting certain boys make her life worse? She just wants to be happy and live free. Will she be tied down? Will she be able to be happy? Watch as her life...