Before too long I’m getting irritated. I just wish people had manners enough to move out of the way and not walk into me. I am one person walking along a wide pavement, you have all the room in the world so why walk into me? Jheez. I wouldn't mind if they apologised, you know? They just bash you out of the way and carry on. I dont know if I attract the awfully rude Londoners but people are always cussing at me when I don’t move out the way of them. Although you hear cussing most of the time anyway. Like now, I can hear someone shouting at someone else. No one ever pays attention, just in case they get hurt. Everyone just walks on. A person could be stealing a handbag, a baby or a safe and everyone would pretend nothing was happening. It’s so stupid. I, however, love to nose.
I wander through the streets, half thinking to myself and half listening to the shouting going on. Where was that coming from? Without realising I find myself moving towards the sound of the swearing and shouting, through a few side roads until I reach a small back road. Half way up the road, two men stand. One shouting and swearing profusely at the other, who is trying to get away and end the argument.
"You think you're so amazing? You think you can get with any girl? Well you can't! And you got with my girlfriend, so you are gonna pay!" The butcher man pushes the other.
"I said sorry, I didn't know. Unless every girl is gonna wear a tag to say if they're single or not, how am I meant to know?" A more timid voice says.
Almost bored of this conversation, I begin to walk past the road but as I do, the butcher man throws a punch at the other man, who punches him back. They begin to fight. Jesus, why is it they think violence is the answer to this? I walk towards the men, hoping the sound of my footsteps would make them stop and pretend nothing was happening - but that didn’t work! They carried on fighting. Idiots. Why can't I just be able to walk around and think without people interrupting my thought process? Walking quicker and quicker I finally reach the two guys. The impact of the punches makes me shiver. This is not a play fight for attention.
"Alright, guys, come on!" I say, trying not to sound nervous.
"This has nothing to do with you! Go away!" The butcher man spits at me. As he speaks to me, the other man punches him in the jaw, making him stumble away. "You see what you did now? Idiot!" The guy tries to take a swing at me, but as he called me an idiot, a punch was already heading his way. To his face. Like I normally do. And it hit. I flinch at how much my fist hurt but the guy is now laying on the floor clutching his face whilst I clutch my fist. The other guy grabs me by the arm and runs round the corner to the stage door of the o2 sbe. Now in the light, I can finally work out the face of the random guy I 'saved'.
"Hi. I just wanna say thanks for that. That guy was a twat!" he smirks.
"I'm not one to take sides usually, but hey, always gotta help people in need!" I say, before instantly regretting those words even exiting my mouth. I cringe in embarrassment.
"Do you wanna come in? We can get some ice for that hand?" He nods towards the door. I happily accept and walk with him through the stage door and towards a dressing room labelled 'Conor Maynard'.
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New Job (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)
FanfictionA difficult year leads Ella to make some choices in life she wouldnt usually make. She accepts a job she wouldnt never have thought about that leads her to meet the likes of Conor Maynard and One Direction. How does this affect her life? Not your ty...
