Forever Yours

Chapter Two

"Elaine Jane Michaels!" I heard my mother yell. I groaned quietly and jerked my headphones from my ear. Typical, I thought, I get comfy finally after finals week and you decide to make me do crap. I rolled my eyes before opening the door. "Yes?" I called, trying not to sound annoyed. "Come get your CDs, please! They're in the way!" I sighed as I walked into the kitchen, and yanked my CDs off the counter top. As I did, something fell to the floor. Mom just grinned and I looked at her strangely. I leaned down to pick up the papers and glanced at them; they were plane tickets. I scrunched my eyebrows together and glared at Mom.

"What are these?" I asked coldly. She shrugged. "Just plane tickets to NYC for the 5 S-O-S and One Direction concert." I rolled my eyes and laughed. "It's technically pronounced like 5-sauce." Then I realised fully what she'd said and squealed. "What? Oh my goodness! How, what, when..?! I love you!" She laughed as I hugged her. "Alley is meeting us there on Monday. I got you two the whole deal: VIP Backstage, and meet and greet." I gasped. "Can I go call her?" Mom nodded and yelled as I dashed to my room, "Not long though! Long distance is expensive!" I ignored her as I picked up my 5C and frantically searched for Alley in my contacts. "Alley!" I screamed at my phone; I'd decided to FaceTime her instead, since I was on WiFi.

"Did you get them?!" Alley screamed back. I nodded and we screamed together. "I'm so excited!" Alley and I became friends through my cousin when I was 12 years old; I moved to England when I was only nine, but my cousin kept in touch with me, and once during my visit to Dad's in America over a summer three years later, I met Alley. We instantly became friends, and she knew about my best friend Harry, whom I used to have a crush on. She also knew Harry because she was absolutely in love with 5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction, the band Harry has been in for four years now. "Do you think Luke will take me backstage? 😏" Alley texted me later. I literally laughed out loud, at the fact that she knew we had passes, before texting back "Of course😛".

I turned off my phone and put it on charge, sighing. I pulled out my laptop. "Lights out in two hours!" Mom yelled down the hallway. I merely shut my door in response. "Love you, too," I heard her mumble as she walked past my room. I logged on to Twitter and skimmed my newsfeed, quickly getting bored with all the One Direction buzz. When Harry made it to the X Factor semi finals, and lost, I tried to be there for him. I never got a response from texts, calls, letters, or anything. I finally gave up. It was hard, since Harry was my only friend in school. I remembered meeting Liam Payne once, though, during a track and field meet. He was super friendly, but apart from occasional Facebook and Twitter encounters and messages, we didn't click good or keep in touch or anything like that much.

I reminisced the day Harry and I pinky swore that he'd never forget me. I wasn't obsessed with it in the least, don't get me wrong, but when you're hurt it's hard to forget. After he left, I had no friends and was bullied a lot. I missed him. We still lived by Anne and Gemma, who are at our house almost everyday unless Harry's home, and they bring Robin sometimes, too, when my stepdad is home from his work as a traveling salesman for some fashion thing, which is weird if you ask me. Honestly, I was always close to my real dad, but when he began to travel like my stepdad does, Mom hated it, and obviously eventually divorced him. Mom actually met my stepdad at a seminar she attended with my real dad, so I have my own suspicions about her, hence my coldness towards her and my stepdad.

My stepdad, like just about every other stepdad in the world, insists I call him "Dad", "Pop", "Pa", or "Father". My reasons for not calling him any of these include:

• I'm not British, so I'm not calling him Father.

• I still love and miss my real Dad, so that's not about to happen.

• I called my grandfather "Pop", and he's gone, so that isn't going to happen, either.

• I'm not Opie Taylor nor am I living in Mayberry, so I'm not calling him "Pa".

I see my dad only over summer break because of expenses and convenience. If I had it my way, I would be in America and I wouldn't have met Harry and be hurt by him. I would probably be a hopeless fan, even; hopeless of ever meeting him in person, which I like that better. I'd still have friends and would be able to see my family whenever I chose to. But that would be only if I had it my way, which I don't. I exited Twitter, but right before I shut off my computer, my Skype notification sounded. I didn't know who it could be, because I only Skyped one person, and it was an old friend in the US. It said: "Liam Payne would like to chat with you." I rolled my eyes, thinking it must've been a fan and hit "Decline." and slammed my laptop shut. I threw myself on my back and stared at the ceiling, thinking about the "Could've Beens".