Bumps in the Road

04// Vital Info

I sat at the tree for an hour more, just replaying all our old memories. I cried silently until I wiped away the tears and walked back home.

When I got back home, I made sure I was as quiet as possible. I never knew when my step-dad would be on the job or not. He hardly ever showed up to work, it amazes me he still has a job. I started up the stairs, making sure to step on the parts of the stairs that wouldn't creak. Over the years I've learned that trick, it saved me from many beatings.

When I had almost silently made it up the stairs, I took a left straight to my bedroom. I quickly shut the door and pushed my dresser in front of it. I wasn't allowed to have a lock on my door, so I settled with the heavy lifting. I crossed the room over to my bed, and flopped down on it. I tried to sleep, but my body wouldn't listen to my mind. This wasn't unusual for me.

I laid face down on my bed for about an hour, when I heard a knock on the front door. I sprang up and looked out my bedroom window, it had a perfect view of the front door. I saw a male figure, wearing a black leather jacket, some sunglasses, and a blue beanie. I couldn't make out his face to see who he was.

Confused, I pushed the dresser away from the door, and peeked into the hallway. If my step-dad hadn't come out of his room yet, it was a safe bet that he wasn't here. I moved down the stairs to the door, when the same male knocked again, but louder this time. I swung open the door mid-knock taking him by surprise.

"Can I help you?" I asked with a hint of confusion in my voice. He chuckled and leaned against the door frame.

"Actually, I came here to help you." he responded. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Charles, Blake Charles. Quarterback, Mr. Popular, great hair, ring a bell?" Wow he's cocky. I thought feeling my confusion slip away a little. I know of him, just not him.

"Yeah, I know who you are, but why are you here?" I asked. He smirked, took off the glasses and looked me in the eyes.

"I know that Lizzie is taking you to that gay One Direction concert," I rolled my eyes, urging myself not to slap him from calling my ex-best friend gay.

"Yeah, so?" I replied coolly.

"So, ditch it and come hang out with me and my crew instead." I started laughing so hard after he said that. I saw his smile turn into a frown, mental note: Blake is ego sensitive.

After I caught my breath I looked at him and replied, "You, want me to hang out with you and your friends. Why?" he smirked.

"You seem very interesting, I want to know why that Horan kid decided to leave you behind." my mouth fell open slightly when he said that. How dare he say that. He has no right! He doesn't even know the full story. Then again, I barley know myself. I spent weeks after Niall broke our friendship, trying to figure out why he all of a sudden ended it like our relationship meant nothing.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, smiled at Blake, then slammed the door in his face.

I heard him yelp from the other side of the door, then he yelled, "You'll regret rejecting me, Emma!" I merely rolled my eyes and started walking back to my room. When I flopped back on my bed, my phone rang from my back pocket. I pulled it out and saw that Lizzie was calling me.

"Hello?" I answered.

“Girl, I need to know what you are wearing to the meet-and-greet, and the concert. It’s vital info.” she said.

“Okay…, I guess I’ll wear my acid-wash skinnies, with my black vans, and my floral tank, with a white cover-up, to the meet-and-greet. Then to the concert I’ll wear, plain skinnies, with the black vans, and my Nirvana crop-top. Sound good?” I was worried she wouldn’t approve.

There was silence for a moment before she said, “Sounds per-fect! Now what kind of make-up, again vital info. I have to know.” I rolled my eyes and told her I would go with a natural look, It wasn’t like I was trying to impress anyone. She agreed then hung-up.

I sighed then took out my army back-pack, and packed away my Concert outfit, except the shoes of course. After I did that, I took a much needed shower, brushed my teeth, and sat under my covers, pulling out the laptop I got from Niall when we were still friends, and went on Twitter.

When I first logged on, I saw my news feed blow up with tweets about the Concert and Meet-and-greet. I signed off and went to one of the games I installed on the laptop. At around 3 in the morning I heard the front door open and slam shut, I knew my step-dad was home now. I was thankful I had the dresser up against the door, because I saw the door knob rattle a minute before he punched the door and went to his room. I let out the breath I had been holding, and continued playing Bejeweled until I saw the sun shine through the window.