Get Outa My Head : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Part 3

I haven’t had a job in 2 weeks.  I’ve been taking amazing pictures and putting them up on my website.  I’ve been slaving over my business twitter trying to get myself out there.  I’ve been having a lot of feedback on my Facebook page so I’m not really sure why I haven’t gotten hired but I’ve had slow times like this before.  I just have to keep working hard.

My business twitter account has been a ghost town but my personal account has been filled with messages from Zayn.  We have been really chatty lately.  My sleeping habits have gotten worse.  It’s probably the on-going fear of going absolutely broke.

I’ve been living on twitter.  ’I think I’m depressed.’

I close my laptop and lie down in bed.  I probably won’t leave this bed all day.  I don’t feel like moving a muscle.  My life is not where I thought it would be.  It’s definitely not where I want it to be.  I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can hardly think.

I can hear my phone going off but I don’t feel like looking at it.  That’s saying something.  It’s either my friends trying to cheer me up or my friends trying to cheer me up.  I don’t need that right now.  I need to sleep.  I’m so exhausted.  When is this going to end?  Will it ever end?  Please tell me it’s going to end because I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

After a few more notifications I pick up my phone to turn it off. I’ll never fall asleep with it going off every 5 minutes.  I look at twitter one last time for the day.  ’@ zaynmalik if I had your number I would try to help.’

Sure he would.  I don’t believe that for one second.  I should give it to him just in case.  Why waste my time?  ’I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.’ I regret it as soon as I say it.  He doesn’t deserve that.  He was trying to be nice and I’m being an asshole.  I send in a DM ‘I'm sorry.  I didn’t mean that.  908-555-1225 if you even see this.’

I never hear back from him so I put my phone on silent and finally fall asleep.

I wake up and I honestly don’t know if it’s day time or night time.  I don’t feel rested so I’m not sure if I haven’t slept enough or slept too much.  I look at my phone and it’s 6pm.  I’ve slept all day.  I still feel bad about Internet snapping at Zayn.  I don’t know if he’s actually gotten my message or if he’s just ignoring me.  Only time will tell.

I turn on my laptop and head right to twitter.  ’I shouldn’t tweet while angry.  I hurt people I care about.’

I take a shower and get ready to head out.  There is a carnival going on in my town so I’m going to take my camera there to see what I can get.  Zeppoles!  That’s really the only reason I’m going.  ’Taking my camera to the carnival.  Meet me there.’ I tweet out to the world.

Rides, games, food, music, lights, camera, action!  I love carnivals. I hate rides but I go on the ferris wheel.  I love spending a lot of money trying to win a crappy stuffed animal.  It’s so much fun to win.  Nothing beats the greasy, fatty carnival foods. I want to live at the carnival.  Which may actually happen if I don’t get a job soon.

A few of my friends have met up with me, thank god.  The carnival is no place to be alone.  It is meant to be enjoyed with friends.  I know they’re worried about me so they want me to keep my mind off my sorrows.  I love them for that.  Plus I can take pictures of them at the carnival and try to sell them.  It’s a win/win.

While I sit on the ferris wheel next to my friend, Andrew, I find myself checking my phone.  ”I should rip that phone out of your hand and throw it off this ride.”

"Then I’d throw you off," I joke, "I was gonna tweet snuggling with Andrew on the ferris wheel."

"Oh in that case, tweet away." Andrew and I are best friends.  I’ve known him since pre-school and for the longest time we lived around the corner from each other.  We used to play Ninja Turtles, Ghost Busters, and Get Smart.  I remember we used to talk about how we were going to move to Arizona, live next to each other, and become inventors.  The minds of children, you gotta love it.  He is my rock.  ’Snuggling with Andrew on the ferris wheel.’

We do a few rotations on the wheel.  At one point we are stopped at the top of the wheel.  I take my camera out and snap a few pictures. Just a spectacular view.  I look down at twitter and I have a few mentions.  ’@ zaynmalik I know you’re under stress, no hard feelings’. It’s a reply to my tweet so I don’t think he got my DM.  ’@ zaynmalik if I was there I’d go see you.’ I’m so relieved he’s not mad at me.

After we get off the ferris wheel we gather on a hill to watch the fireworks.  I needed this night.  I’m not stressed, just having a good time.  I take a few pictures of the fireworks and enjoy the rest.  Afterwards I head home and head right to bed.  I check twitter one more time and there is one more tweet from Zayn. ‘@ zaynmalik who is this Andrew guy?  I’m jealous.’ This makes me chuckle.

'You have nothing to worry about.'

The way my bank account is right now I can’t afford One Direction tickets but I really want to go.  I need the escape.  The radio station I listen to is giving away tickets and a VIP experience but I’ll never win.  I don’t have any luck when it comes to that.  I’ve tried getting a press pass but I’ve had no luck.

"We are giving away our last set of tickets for the One Direction VIP experience right now to caller 100." I just have to try.  I pick up my phone and dial.  I call from my cell phone and my house phone to double my chances.  "Caller 100, what’s your name and where are you calling from?"

"Uhh me?" I say.  I swear thats coming from the phone and not the radio.

"Yes you.  What’s your name?"

"Rebecca, I’m Rebecca.  I can’t believe I won!"

After I give the radio station all of my information and hang up I jump up and down with joy in the middle of my living room.  This definitely calls for a shopping spree instead of marketing.  I whip my phone out and tweet to Zayn ‘I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Just won tickets.’. To the mall!

I buy a few new outfits for if I ever get a job again.  I can’t afford much so I don’t spend too much time there.  I don’t want to be tempted to spend more than I have.

I cannot believe I’m going to the concert tomorrow.  VIP baby.  Things are starting to go my way.  I hope it’s a glimpse of what’s to come.  I need some good luck.

’@ zaynmalik make sure you introduce yourself to me. I want to meet you.’ Yeah, sure, that’s going to happen.  I know how these things go.  You barely get to look at them let alone try to explain who you are on twitter.  I’m going to just enjoy being a few feet from them and leave it at that.