Why do I feel bad? Why? I thought I was doing what was right by not taking the tickets. I didn't want them to think I was a charity case, make them think that I realised it was him and helped so I could get in with a celebrity and become famous. I barely knew who he was! But for some reason, I lay in my bed, at 2am, unable to sleep because my mind was spinning with guilt and how I should have reacted to that situation. The guy didn't even get my full name, yet I grilled him about this fight and shouted at him. God what an idiot I am... I toss and turn in bed, trying to get to sleep; hugging my pillow, laying on my stomach, laying on my side then on my back but nothing seemed to do anything. I just wished I’d said something better to him, rather than just saying 'no I don't want your tickets' and running off. And now I’ll never see him again. I begin to doze off to sleep.
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I don't know where I am, but its dark and I’m running. I've never run so fast, yet I seemed to be going nowhere. The man chasing me getting closer and closer. Shit. I look around, but there's no exit apart from the one ahead of me. I strain myself to run faster, but my legs get heavier and soon I can barely lift them from the floor. As I turn round to check where the man is, he's there, right in front of me. His yellowing teeth smiling evilly at me, his face unrecognisable with the hood over his head shadowing his features. He knew I couldn't go anywhere or do anything. If only I knew how to fight. All that 'I'm a girl I shall do dancing' isn't paying off now, I can hardly ballet dance out of this situation... The man raises his fist above his head and I prepared myself for the moment it was gonna strike my face, and hurt. But it never hit. My eyes stayed shut. If he was gonna do anything, I didn't wanna know what it was. I hear the impact of a punch and, knowing it didn't hit me, opened one eye. There was Jake. The best guy in my life. EVER. He was always there for me when I needed someone, and I could talk to him about everything. He was my best friend, yet my worst enemy if we fought, because he knew everything about me and bought up hurtful things but we always worked it out and were fine.
"Ella, run!" Jake shouts at me, barely able to turn round as he holds this guy on the floor.
"What about you?" I shout back, but readying myself to run.
"I'll be fine! Just go! NOW!"
I ran. Why? Why did I leave him? This guy was after me. He already got my twin sister, Alice, but now he was after me... I should have been brave and stuck it out. 2 on 1, no contest, we would have won. But here I am, just running. I turn around to see the man push an unconscious Jake off of him and cock a gun, he aimed it at me, no matter what I did, it was gonna hit me right? BANG.
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I jolt awake. Holy Crap. What was that about? I've not had a dream like that before. Well, an exaggerated memory. I jump out of bed before I can think any more about it and begin to do sit ups and push ups. I will remain strong. I can feel emotions build up inside me, my heart feels tight, there's a lump in my throat, my eyes well up with tears. I push myself harder doing sit ups, the pain from the exercise will help. A single tear runs down my face but I wipe it swiftly and carry on doing sit ups.
"48, 49, 50..." I let out a huge sigh but another tear runs down my face. I furiously scrape it off my face and let out an angered scream before picking up a plant in my room, throwing it against the wall. I hear a smash and a picture frame falls to the floor. I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands. 'No no no no no' I say to myself. I run over to the frame, and there behind the cracked glass is an old photo. I try to salvage the picture, hoping it’s not ripped. I look frantically at it in every angle, the photo is fine. Phew! The picture was of me, my sister Alice and Jake, with his step-dad Red and his younger brother. We called their step-dad Red because his cheeks were always blushing. His real name was Tommy. That was a good day. This won’t be. I jump as the phone rings and echoes round the house.
"Hello?" I question, grumpily.
"Hello, this is Paula, Is that Ella?"
I roll my eyes. "Yes."
"I hear you went to the police station yesterday? Is that true?" She sounded concerned.
"Well yes, but only as a witness. This guy Conor Maynard was in a fight, and I broke it up, kind of. I punched the other guy in the face..." I trail off at the end.
"The guys for that security course have said yes to you. What am I meant to tell them when it pops up in conversation that you had to go to the police station?" Her voice angry and frustrated.
"Err, the truth this time. Did you not hear me? I saved Conor Maynard's arse!" I say almost hysterically.
"Ok, I will try. I do too much for you..." She says sympathetically.
"Well don’t bother then." I spit back and hang up the phone. I breathe deeply. I can't carry on like this. I need to chill. I can’t start being angry at everyone over a dream I had!! I rush into the bathroom and get ready; brushing teeth, combing hair, spraying deodorant, the usual. The phone rings again.
"Elllaaaaaaaaaaaa" Someone screams down the phone.
"Hannah?" She was the only person I could think of that would start a conversation like that. I mean, I love her to bits but she was crazy! She's a blonde bombshell, so pretty, model-like, but stupid. Not in an intellectual way, she was very clever at school, but in a common sense sort of way. The type of person that would scream as you're driving cos her favourite band came on, but I’d think it was cos she'd seen something I hadn't and I was gonna crash!
"Ella, you're all over twitter!" She was so overexcited it scared me.
"Sorry, what are you on about?" I was as clueless as anyone.
"You... Are... All... Over... Twitter..."
"Yes, Hannah, I heard what you said. But what do you mean? I haven’t logged into my twitter account for over a month!"
"2 words. Conor Maynard." There was an awkward silence.
"What do you-"
"Just log onto twitter you fool!" Hannah interrupted. I run into my cupboard under the stairs and log onto my laptop. I log into twitter and see a London trend '#FindElla'. I click on the trend, and there retweeted over 10,000 times was a tweet from Conor Maynard.
'@ConorMaynard She left without any warning, and I wanna talk to her #FindElla'
What.The.Hell.
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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...
