One Girl

Chapter Two

My mouth hung open in disbelief. Who the hell did he think he was. I wanted to run and kick him where it counted, but I would get in a lot of trouble. Plus he wasn't worth my time.

"Holy shit!" Dillan cried grabbing something from my back pocket.

They were tickets. Where the hell did those come from?!

Oh right, of course the curly one slipped them in my back pocket. God I am a complete idiot.

I snatched the tickets from Dillan's hand, she seemed extremely shocked. Third row, not bad. Neither of us were One Direction lovers. And we would NEVER pay for there concert tickets.

"Shit Dillan, think how much we could sell these for!" I shouted looking up at her. She just started to shake her head. I took a deep breath and realized we were still in the small bathroom hallway.

"Your not actually considering going to this thing are you?" I asked. I could honestly become a millionaire off one of these tickets.

"Well, I mean think about it. When are we ever going to get this chance again?! I think we should go." Oh god, she had fallen for the Irish one. Damn them and their sexy foreign accents.

We started to walk towards the front of the coffee shop where the group of girl were still waiting. Hoping that the infamous five band members would walk out the front door. And that they would lock eyes with one of the boys, and they would fall madly in love. Oh how I adored there reactions.

I stepped out of the coffee shop, Dillan a step behind me.

Every head turned towards me, and the screaming began again. Oh god, I covered my ears. I held two fingers up to my lips and whistled. Something my dad had taught me.

They instantly quited and looked at me like I was going to tell them that one of the girls had caught the attention of the boys and they wanted to meet her. Nope.

"The boys have left" I shouted in a loud voice. There faces instantly dropped, and they looked around like lost little puppy dogs. How sweet.

Some of them started to disperse, but some lingered, hoping I was lying.

I turned toward Dillan and nodded my head in the direction of the apartment my parents were renting out for me. I was starting college in the fall, and summer was just starting. Dillan and I had planned to do a lot of fun and spontaneous things this summer. I wasn't going to let anything get in the way.

Dillan and I had planned to take a road trip to L.A sometime this summer. With stops in maybe, oh Las Vegas, maybe with fake ID's who knows where this summer is going to take us.

We walked the three short blocks to my apartment and rode the elevator to the thirteenth floor. I pulled out my key and we stormed in. I threw my shoes off and surveyed my sort of clean, sort of messy apartment.

My kitchen was automatically to the left, painted a vibrant red. It contained your basic appliances, along with a small island in the center. Off to the side was a small table where I eat, there was a left over cereal bowl from this morning, whoops!

I threw my keys onto the island, and turned towards my living room, which had movies littered everywhere. Yep, late night movie night with myself. Oh how I live and exciting life!

I had simple black furniture, that surrounded the T.V, which had about a billion movies underneath it. I had one bedroom down the hallway along with a bathroom. It was small but it was home.

I collapsed on the couch and started flipping through a recent gossip magazine. I snorted when I saw a picture of the band we had recently encountered. The article talked about the benefit concert tonight. It also talked about how the boys were planning on recording new songs and making new music videos in the states, for a couple of months. The benefit concert was all for a good cause, blah blah blah. Bull Shit. In my opinion it's a publicity stunt. To get them "More famous" I don't think they need it, but i'm not the one in control here.