A Concert (He hopes not) To Remember

Hum Heartache

This is my first Non-fan fiction writing, please go easy on the hate. 

The banging of the drums made Samuel's heart-pounding feel even more pronounced. The strobe lighting made his body feel tingly, but maybe that was the feeling he was having emotionally. His feet, anxiously pacing around his room only two hours before, now stood flat footed on the cold floor watching the men he had been listening to since he was twelve. The excitement that he had felt days, even hours ago was now empty and seemed to leave no trace of ever really existing. Even with the hundreds of people there, he felt alone, But after being shut up in his room for an hour after being embarrassed in front of everyone he did kind of expect to feel that way. The rough day he had had was going to start out great, trying to find (A certain) someone to ask to go to this concert with him, take them to a nice dinner (Date) and then they would go back home, hopefully to their houses (And, just because he was desperately thinking about it, while holding hands) together. That, if you have not put it together yet, didn't happen. In fact, it did the opposite of it, leading him to stay in his room until it was time to be here. He avoided all eye contact, didn't even grab his jacket or his phone charger, and just left. Left the house where his hopeless dream had been crushed, left the place he was sure he would be kicked out of soon, left the pain from what he had messed up from being too overconfident with his feelings and finally working up his courage to the point where he asked out the person, one of his three roommates, who he had been in love with for going on for four years. All he wanted after hearing what the man had said to his invitation was to curl up in a warm blanket, never having to leave the bed again and just sleep. Now though, he had only three and a half hours until he had to see anyone in that house again, and staying away from his stuff was the one thing he needed to do.

The bright gold strobe light made his eyes light up as the very first rapid piano tapping was done. His heart ached at the fact that he knew the song all too well. With the things that happened today, he is surprised that even the energy to come to this thing was in him. Thousands of people screamed along the words that You Don't Know Love sang within the walls of the Hornet Hideout, but only he could know the pain in his chest at how accurate the lyrics were. It was odd, he didn't feel anything, but still felt horrible for some reason but if anyone had just gone through what he did, they would not have found the strength to get up either. The one thing he did know though, was that he needed to stay out for as long as he could tonight. The pure shame he felt while walking to his room made him practically want to just drop to the floor, but then he would feel too small. You see, whenever he got onto the floor at his house, probably no longer his home, it was because all the other chairs were full or if his crush wanted to lay on the couch while the other two sat on their own. He often sat on the floor, not just because he would let his crush have anything he wanted (Although that was true), but it was because he felt small. Good small, like a child watching cartoons in the morning small. When he had gotten rejected? Bad small. That was when he felt like anyone could, and would, hurt him.

The burn that he felt through his chest seemed unreal at the time like he couldn't compare it to any other type of burns, and to be honest? He couldn't. It wasn't that much of a surprise to people when they learn that he has never had a partner, but the fact that he tried to get someone and they rejected him to his face made everyone feel embarrassed. He's never been interested in anyone. Well, at least until he saw a sign for three guys needing a roommate, then going over and moving in only to fall in love with the man who lived in the apartment first. The first time they met, four years ago when they were all 22, was directly the day before he was supposed to move in. Just the sight of those eyes that seemed to flow into his hair made his heart both pound and skip a beat. He remembered thinking, 'Oh God. He's cute, but he's my roommate so it probably won't last long.' Boy, he was wrong.