Gotta be You

Chapter One

Chapter One ~ Gotta Be You

“Oh my God, I feel like we’re the only ones who haven’t got One Direction concert tickets!” My BFF, Sarah exclaimed desperately, “I mean this venue sells way too fast! It’s not even fair! It was sold out the day it came on sale; who would have expected that?”

“Not me.” I said with a sigh.

I’d been in love with One Direction since I was fourteen when I saw Harry Styles on television. Two years has passed now, and they’re finally coming to Toronto to perform, but I couldn’t get the tickets because of the number of fans they had, compared to the number of seats that were available.

Since my family’s dirty rich, I was taught that money could buy you everything and anything at a very young age. Again, my personal experiences proved me wrong. 

I’d grown up around people who wanted to get closer to me because of my family’s fortune, and that I’d experienced many things that made me very careful when making friends and socializing. Sarah was one of the very few people who liked me because of me and not my last name: Collins. 

Kaitlyn Crystal Collins. Oh how I hated that last name for such a long time. I’d just turned sixteen and had more self control, learning how to not hate my family name and go with the flow more. 

One Direction had given me hope. More specifically, Harry. He was so alive, sweet and unforgettable that I fell for him in a minute.

I’m not like what you think. Oh she’s rich, she’s full of herself! She thinks she’s so special! I’m not spoiled, I don't have strawberry blond hair nor do I have green eyes. I don’t look like a princess and certainly don’t act like one. 

I doubted myself about many things, I had a very average-looking appearance. Unlike most rich girls, I wasn't too happy about my family name.

About my average looks, I didn’t standout in public. I had long, glossy, wavy brown hair, a little bit toned skin, from my outdoor activities, with colour changing eyes-from gray to light blue. I wasn't skinny like models, but I'm slender and tall. I did look good in most clothing, but I didn't look stunning. 

Unlike my rich family friends, I didn't stand out in public; just a normal girl. Like most of other girls, I was in love with One Direction but definitely not obsessed.

“I wonder how so many of their fans ‘hunt them down’. ” Sarah wondered, thinking out loud.

“I guess there’s always another time.” I replied calmly, I was quite upset about it inside.

“I guess you’re right.” Sarah murmured, giving up.

Sarah and I were at Starbucks, doing our homework together. The sun was setting, I realized that we should be heading home soon.

“We should go now.” I informed her sadly, not wanting to return to my deserted mansion except for the butlers, maids and my baby brother; Joseph James Collins. Having no one to talk to, the beautiful mansion was no different from a prison cell. 

“You’re right, I’ll see you on Monday at school?” Sarah asked casually.

“It’s not like I’ll be going anywhere else.” I stated dully.

She chuckled, and we both packed our belongings. She parted first while I stayed to go to the restroom. When I came out, I tried to find my way to the subway entrance in the never-ending mall. Hopelessly, I wandered around, trying to figure out where I was in the mall. 

Just then, a man about three foot taller than me with an expensive black jacket, dark shades that covered his eyes completely, a beanie with messy, long curls underneath bumped into me, making me wobble.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, are you all right?” the suspicious man said quietly-I noticed he had a familar British accent.

The man was really beginning to scare me with his behavior; how he was trying to not let anyone to see him as though he were guilty of something. Even though he seemed to have a teenager’s tone and not to mention his legs were amazingly long, and he could have totally passed as a model according to his figure, he gave off an aura of touch-me-not with his clothing choices. I decided to be polite, but avoid any further conversation with him.

“It’s fine, I’m okay. Are you okay?” I answered with a polite tone.

“Yes-” the man didn’t get to finish his sentence, as there was a whole crowd of men and women were shouting to him and coming our way. They all looked desperate for something. I couldn’t hear what they were screaming over the noise. 

For a moment, we just stood there, staring at the mob that was approaching us. I had no idea what was happening and what I should do. But I felt that if I didn’t move, the mob was going to run over me. 

Just then, I felt a larger, stronger hand grabbing my wrist. The next second, the mysterious man was running and pulling me with me. 

I was confused and frightened. What is he doing? Kidnapping me? Where is he taking me? What should I do? I thought. The man pulled me towards the entrance of the parking lot, without warning, just running frantically. We stopped in front of a fancy, black car.

“Get in!” He commended as he tried to catch his breath.

My mind was telling me to not do what ever he was saying, but his tone of voice paralyzed me to obey him. So, I went on the passenger’s seat of his car. What was that mob all about? Who is he?

He climbed onto the driver’s seat quickly as I heard the mob heading our way. He started the engine and we zoomed out of the parking lot, into the streets. It was then when the mob’s voice faded, and I finally found my voice.

“Where are you talking me? Who are you? What was that mob out there?” I questioned nervously and was glad when my voice didn’t crack.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bring you with me at all. My body reacted all on its own, are you  all right?” The man asked sincerely.

“Yes, I’m fine. Who are you?” I asked again, giving him my piercing look.

“If I tell you, will you swear not to freak out and scream?” He said with a sigh.

It surely something bad, I think. I realized then how his voice sounded familiar; just like his British accent, but I couldn’t get an image nor an explanation of why. Being more curious about him and suspicious, I nodded.

“Okay, here it goes. Don’t make me regret telling you this.” He expressed hesitantly as he slipped of his jacket at the stop light as well as his hat which exposed his unique curls. When he removed his glasses, I suddenly realized why his voice was so familiar and how it was the attractive British accent that I've been listening to in songs for two years. I also knew why my heart was thumping furiously when he took his shades off, and turned to look at me with those soothing, unforgettable, green eyes of his; he was Harry Styles.