Imagine [L.H]

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LACEY'S POV:

The boys - they looked so different.

Michael had hair the color of the sky, yet he still had the same hair style. While Calum looked completely different. Four years ago when I met him he was basically a walking noodle...what happened? He had a small streak of blond through his hair and tattoos scattering his arms as did Michael.

Ashton was probably the less recognizable one out of all of them. His hair was untamed, curly, and held back by a red bandana. That was the first time I'd actually seen him without a sweater or long sleeved shirt. He'd always attempt to hide his cuts even though I knew what he did. He said he was embarrassed.

He seemed happy, and that made me smile. I couldn't exactly see Luke except for when he'd occasionally look down which would only let me see his legs, hands, and guitar.

I'm going crazy, there is no way he is actually there performing in front of thousands of people.

I blinked away the image before washing off and entering the library once again.

I sighed quietly as I sat down in my chair again, wrists still stinging slightly.

"I'm so sorry for that, here," I told the girl that was in the front of the line. I handed her another copy of the book and signed it because having my blood on the page of a book is quite gross.

I apologized again before smiling at the next person in line. "H-hi Ms. I-Irwin," he said shyly. He was the one that had asked me what the meaning behind "Stencil" was.

"Call me Lacey," I laughed lightly as I took the book he had handed me and signed the first page, adding a small heart at the bottom because why not.

"I-is it t-true you-you'll be introducing an artist at the VMA's next month?" He asked as I handed him the book. I noticed how he clutched it to his chest, as if his life depended on holding onto that stack of held together paper.

I nodded, "It's true, I forgot who exactly I'm introducing. Very famous music group though."

The man - which was around my age - nodded before waving shyly at me. "It was nice meeting you...Lacey," he said quietly before rushing off.

I laughed before going on to the next person. I continued  signing the remaining people's book's for at least an hour, then took some pictures. I stayed for another hour, wanting to keep away from home for a while.

Phillips saw what I was trying to do, and he didn't like the idea of me doing that.

I haven't eaten a full meal in months. I've eaten to simply keep me going, but never a full meal.

I've always had this big insecurity about my weight, and quite frankly, that insecurity has come along with me since my teenage years. It's never gotten better and it'll never go away because it's true. I don't need the food, I need to loose a few pounds.

After saying a quick goodbye and being asked by security if I wanted help being escorted to my car, I walked back outside with two men by my side. I don't see why an author would need security to escort them out of a building, but they insisted.

I was immediately blinded by flashes and heard people screaming my name. "Lacey! Lacey! Is it true you're related to drummer...." The persons voice was layered underneath the other shouting people and I couldn't move away from the crowd. This has never ever happened before.

The security guard that had come with me shouted for people to move out of the way but they just didn't.

"Excuse me, pardon me, I'm sorry," I apologized as I was pushed through the crowd by the meaty arms of security.