The Broken Beat |One Direction|HS|

Chapter 2

I must look like an idiot standing there in a pair of old raggedy sweatpants and my Mickey Mouse Loves Minnie T-shirt.  I’m just waiting for someone to break the silence when, thankfully, Erin did.

“Um, Rosemary, can we come in?” she says hesitantly, sensing my uneasiness.

I don’t like new people, she should have remembered that. I nod my head and move out of the way for them to enter, giving Erin a raised eyebrow that said what’s going on?

She shoots one back at me that says I’ll explain later, trust me.

Doesn’t she know I don’t trust easily?

We all walk to the living room, the TV still blasting Disney Channel. I sit on the only armchair in the room. Erin sits on the love seat across from me. The five boys all plop down on the couch that I was occupying only 10 minutes ago. There wasn’t enough room, so Niall and Harry sat on the ground. None of them have spoken a word, only glances were shared between the five, and I knew. I knew that that was their way of communicating between each other. The room was silent. Everyone was uncomfortable, that was plain enough to see.

“So, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.” Erin said at last.

“Um, not so much you as them.” I say as I send a pointed glance at the five boys.

“Oh, right boys! Where are our manners? I’m Liam and-“ I cut him off.

“I know who you are.” I say, giving them an unreadable look.

“You’re a fan, aye?” Harry says, giving me a smirk.

“No.” I answer him shaking my head a putting on a blank face.

“Then how-“Louis starts but I cut him off, I seem to do that a lot with them.

“My best friend is your opening act, I can’t go on the internet without seeing advertisements for your new album, and I can’t go to school without hearing One direction this and One Direction that.” I tell them, with a ‘duh’ look.

“Alright, Thanks for the info, Love.” Niall says smiling.

I give him a small smile back.

“Well anyways, the reason we’re here is because I have-well we” she says motioning towards the boys “have a favor to ask.”

I give her a confused look, quirking my eyebrow skyward.

“Well…. Um…. You see… um...” Erin says hesitantly.

“Erin, just spit it out!” I say, agitated.

“Ineedyoutotakemyspotandopenupforthemattheirconcerts.” Erin says extremely fast, but I've known this girl for too long and I can still understand her.

“What?” I say giving her an incredulous look.

“Wow, you took that better than I expected, I thought you’d be blowing up at me.” Erin says sheepishly, relaxation finding it's way onto her face.

“Oh, it’s coming, trust me.” I say giving her a glare, she tenses up.

“Okay, okay. Please don’t freak out Rosemary. Please? I really need your help. Something happened.”  She said pleadingly.

“What happened, exactly?” I ask.

She looks at me, fear illuminated her eyes. Was she scared?

“D-David’s in the hospital” She stuttered.

David’s her older brother, he graduated two years ago.

“What happened?” I ask, concern filling my eyes.

“We don’t know, he just collapsed while he was at work. Rosemary, I’m so worried.”

Tears were filling her eyes and I walked over to awkwardly put my arm around her shaking shoulders. I’m not very good with comforting people. Erin continues to sob into my shoulder as I look over to the boys, their eyes were sympathetic.

“Shhh, he’ll be alright, don’t worry.” I say encouragingly.

Erin looks up at me with her eyes wide, still filled to the brim with tears. Her make-up is completely ruined; mascara was streaming down her face, along with a couple of stray tears. 

“So, will you do it? For me?” she asks hopefully.

This was it. This was the moment that could change my life forever, and I knew it. I knew all the hardships I’d have to endure, all the emotions that would consume my body, and I knew I’d have to face my biggest fears. I’ll have to learn to trust people and accept that they can actually care about me. But what if I didn’t want to? What if I wanted to keep running and hiding from everything?

But as I looked into the watery eyes of my best friend, I knew I couldn’t let her down. She didn’t need to feel how much that disappointment hurt, it was too much of a burden.

So I take a shaky breath and utter the words as confidently as I can.

“I’ll open up for One Direction for you.”

I hope I’m not making the worst mistake of my life. And truth be told, I’ve made quite a few.