We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Chapter 2 - I Prefer The Drummer

Hannah Montgomery:

   "Good morning starshine, the earth says hello!" Daynah shouted in my ear, as I shot straight up in bed. 

   "Holy shit." I gasped. She'd scared the living crap out of me. All I knew was that I was extremely tired, and it was still dark outside. She did not just wake me up before noon, "What do you want?" 

   "The concert is tonight, so I thought we'd get up early and go shopping!" She smiled, cheerfully. I for one did not feel cheery at all. 

   "Okay. Daynah, I hate getting up early, I hate One Direction, and I hate shopping," I sighed. 

   "Well, that's too bad. You're getting up early, you're going to a One Direction concert, and you're going shopping!" She said, and stomped out of the room. 

   I rolled my eyes, and got out of bed. I started the shower, and glanced at myself in the mirror. I literally looked like death. My hair was sprawled out in different directions, I had bags under my eyes, and my lips were all dried up. Gross. 

   I got in the shower; planning to stay in the shower as long as possible. The hot water felt nice against my cold skin. I washed my face with the face wash; it felt nice that my skin wasn't oily and gross. I washed my hair as well, then got out and dried off just as Daynah started calling my name. 

   "HANNAAAHHH." She hollered from the kitchen. 

   "What do you want?! I'm changing!" I said, throwing on my 'I prefer the drummer' shirt, red skinny jeans, black converse and a beanie. 

   "I'm leaving, so hurry da hell up!" She laughed, as I ran into the kitchen grabbing a bottled water, and followng her out the door. 

   We went downstairs and out the front doors to the bus stop. I seriously need my own car. We got on the bus as it pulled up, and the stench of ... sweat and other disgusting things filled my nostrils. Oh how I hate the bus. 

   Once we arrived at the mall the only thing you could see were extremely hot guys in skinny jeans, and way-to-skinny-girls in low cut tops, and short shorts. 

   This should be interesting. 

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   Daynah tried to make me change my shirt, and even offered to buy me a new one. She didn't like the fact I was practically hitting on Josh. To be honest, I wouldn't mind dating him. She said if I go for Niall It'll be better. No. I love Joshy.

   It's now almost time for the concert. Somebody just rip my eyes, and eardrums out. Daynah totally owes me... 

   We got back on the bus and headed for our apartment so we could put our bags down, and so she could change clothes. She ended up changing into a "Keep Calm and Be a Directioner" shirt, and dark skinny jeans as well her pink ballet flats.

   We took another trip on the lovely bus, and arrived at the arena with an extra thirty minutes to spare. The screaming was so loud, you'd probably be able to hear it three towns away. I mean, screaming isn't gonna do much for you... Unless you're trying to lose your voice. 

   Luckily, Daynah wasn't screaming. She was squealing; which is like being stabbed with a knife, but in the ears. 

   We finally went inside after waiting in the longest line in the history of lines; and after waiting another twenty minutes they finally came on stage. My heart started pounding. Why? I don't know. Maybe it was the sight of Josh. Yeah, that's it. 

   Harry started to sing his solo as all the boys started poking at him, and grabbing onto his legs, and it was a total mess. Daynah was sweating like crazy just from jumping up and down (or maybe it was their sweat dripping off on her; either way its gross) and she was already starting to lose her voice. 

   Harry stopped in the middle of his solo as he caught a glimpse of me. The whole crowd continued cheering, as the rest of the boys sang along with the music. the same song I've heard fifty billion times. 

   Daynah looked between the both of us and let out a real fan-girl scream. So he does remember me. Interesting. And now I have another thirty minutes to figure out how to go un-noticed by him. Maybe I can find Josh... Hm...

   "HE LOOKED AT YOU!" She squealed over the screaming fans. 

   "Yeah. Woop-dee-do." I rolled my eyes. 

   "Stop being such a party-pooper!" She sighed, practically yelling over all the noise. 

   "I'm sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to get excited over having a cow look at me!" I exclaimed.

   "I'm gonna tell him you said that," She teased as if we were six years old. 

   "Okay, you go do that." I laughed. 

   Once the concert ended Daynah and I went into a room that was being guarded by scary security  guards; even scarier than me in the morning. I had my hands in my jean pockets. Daynah couldn't stop smiling, which kinda freaked me out a bit. I've never seen her smile so much.

   "OHMYGOD." She exclaimed, slapping my arm. 

   "Ow!" I cried, "What now?" 

   "That's them over there!" She smiled, wanting to point at them, but not wanting to draw attention to herself. 

   "Well then stop slapping me, and go talk to them." I said.

   "I can't talk to them! I'm too nervous. Come with me?" She smiled, but before I could reply she grabbed my arm and dragged me over there. 

   They all stared at us, (mostly me) and looked entirely speechless. More speechless than Daynah was. Louis smirked when he read my shirt. Same old boo-bear. 

   "H-H-Hi..." Daynah stuttered. 

   "Hey, love." They all said in unison, but their eyes were all on me. 

   "What's your name?" Louis laughed, putting his arm around me. Daynah looked as if she wanted to squeal. Daynah's gonna have to find out at some point. 

   "Really, Lou. Really." I laughed, moving his arm off of me. 

   "Lighten up, Hannah Banana." Louis teased. 

   Daynah stared at us bewildered, "Y-You know her name?!" She exclaimed. 

   "Of course. Hannah and I were best friends before Ha---" 

   I cut Louis' sentence short, by covering his mouth with my hand. I whispered in his ear, she doesn't know none of what happened. 

   "Oh." Was all he said, "And what's your name, love?" 

   "D-Day-day..." She stuttered, speechlessly. 

   "Her name is Daynah." I finished her sentence for her. 

   "That's a pretty name," Zayn smiled. 

   She smiled, unable to say words. Harry was rather silent which shocked me. Daynah couldn't stop staring at Zayn, Harry couldn't stop staring at me, and Louis couldn't stop staring at my shirt. Weird. 

   "Do you two wanna hang out with us after? We won't be here for much longer." Liam offered, Daynah still couldn't speak English words. 

   "Yeah, sure." I replied. 

   I went over to Louis and whispered, "I have some explaining to do with Daynah anyway..." 

   Daynah and I went to the corner of the room as the boys continued meeting their overly obsessed fans. And now I have to explain every last thing to Daynah. Everything. 

   This should be interesting.