Addicted To You

Part 1

Addicted To You
Part 1
Your P.O.V
Before I start this, I'm going to introduce myself. I am you, I'm 18 years old and my name is Hollie. I live in London and I am obsessed with a boyband called Roadtrip. Today, I finally get to meet them.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, which was my favourite dog by Roadtrip, When It's Over. I rolled out of bed and made my way over to the drawers, looking for my phone. I finally found it in the extremely dim lighting I had and crawled back to bed. I say up, and put in the passcode for my phone. I clicked onto Instagram and checked Roadtrips new Instagram stories. There was a few videos of Rye and Brook messing about but nothing else, so I assumed the show was still on today. I went over to my wardrobe and pulled out my outfit for the day. A sparkly red top and a black mini skirt with tights and matching shoes. I ran over to the bathroom and got changed, going over my list of things to do in my head so I didn't forget. Next, I headed back to my room to do my hair, I put it into two Dutch braids and three my new hoodie on, not wanting to get cold whilst waiting in the queue. I finished off getting ready and went downstairs to grab some breakfast. There was a small note on the side, so I walked over and grabbed it. I quickly read it:

Hey dear, sorry I can't drop you off at your concert today, hope you have fun. I won't be home til next week due to my business trip. Love you.
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Mum x

Typical. I scoffed and threw the note in the bin, feeling a few tears. The one day where everything was supposed to be perfect. Already ruined. I quickly rang a taxi company, making sure I had at least some way to get to the venue in time. About an hour later, the taxi arrived and I passed by the short journey by making sure my hair was neat and adjusting my makeup. Once I was there, I got out the taxi, paying the taxi driver with a generous tip and made my way over to the venue. I spotted my friend in the queue and ran over to her...