The music roared and the crowd once again cheered. A familiar riff starts and we all jump in our seats.
“Lights go out and I can’t be saved
Tides that I try to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees ...”
“This is amazing!” I shout over the crowd. Zayn is standing next to me, then along side him is Harry, Louis, and Niall. Liam and Anna have gone backstage.
“I didn’t know whether you’d like it or not! I thought you said you were in to grunge and punk bands!”
“That doesn’t mean I hate everything on the charts!” I laugh. He smiles and I jump up and down. His hand catches my waist and I rest his head on my shoulder.
“ I can’t believe it’s only been a week and a half,” I sigh.
“We’ve spent almost every day together, though. I suppose that makes up for the time we could’ve been apart. Like in a normal relationship,” I smile. The song finishes and the crowd roars.
“London! We’ll see you next time!”
I clap and Zayn gives me a massive hug, whispering something in to my ear. The lights from the show leave us in darkness and everyone below begins to run outside in hopes of catching a taxi.
“Harry won’t stop looking at us,” He breathes. My eyes flicker to Harry’s and he looks away immediately.
“Really?” I ask in disbelief.
“It’s making me uncomfortable.” He shifts where he stands. I hit him playfully.
“Just brush it off, I’m sure he’s just happy for us. Now where are we going after this? It took us hours to drive down to London and our bags are back in Liam’s home town.”
“You’ll just stay at my place tonight.”
“Your actual home or a hotel?”
“My actual home, Mae.” I laugh and turn around to be engulfed by someone’s arms.
“Holy shit!” I scream in surprise. I didn’t realize how long we’d been standing there. Half of the stadium had cleared out right before our eyes. A big mop of curly hair lands in my face and I instantly know who it is.
“We have to leave now, but I’ll keep in touch.” He mumbles with his cheeky grin. A hand slaps my bum and I hear a growl from behind me. I blush and get a wiff of the alcohol on his breath as he laughs.
“See ya,” he says, flopping on to Zayn and giving him a big kiss on the cheek, before waltzing out of the stadium. Niall and Louis wave goodbye. We both stand there for a minute before we both start laughing.
“Well, I’ve definitely met One Direction.” I say, smiling.
“Come on, let’s go and get some Maccas.” I finish grabbing his hand.
.....
“What a whore!”
“Look at her, shoving herself in his face.”
“She’s just another skank. Zayn deserves better.”
“I bet it was set up by management.”
“I know. She’s is such a beard,” I listen as the girls behind us chat.
“What do you want babe?” Zayn says cheerily. I struggle responding in the same manner. I remember when I was younger and the anger I had. I feel some of it resurfacing.
“Uh ... I’ll just get a chocolate sundae,” I mutter as I try to smile. My ears eaves drop back on to the girls behind us.
“Oh my God she is such a fattie too! I mean look at her legs, they’re like pure lard!” I spin around.
“Eat this you stupid bitch!” I spit and punch her three time in the face, as well as the other one. “Then maybe you’ll be able to fill your bra!” I say with a tone like venom. Zayn stares back and me with his mouth wide open. I grab my sundae and head back to the car. He goes to speak but I put my hand up.
“Don’t even Zayn, I’m not in a good mood.” So he shuts his mouth and smiles, walking around to unlock the car. We drive back to his place.
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Strawberry Fields Forever
Ficção AdolescenteTwo best friends, Anna and Mae, have finally saved up enough money to treat themselves to a gap year. They arrive in England, two months in to their year off, and decide to go to Wolverhampton from picking a random place off of the map. Follow them...
