The Writer
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I gulped. Why was he doing this to me? God-Damn it Lindsey. Why were you letting him!? Gah. So tempted just to kiss.... My thoughts were interrupted by Harry's lips being pressed against my own. I was surprised at first but then my stupid lovesick teenager instinct kicked in and I found myself kissing him back. We broke the kiss to breathe. “Holy Fuck.” I said trying to catch my escaping breath. I was sure my chest was rising and falling as quickly as my head was spinning. I stumbled and tried to grab onto something but instead crashed to the floor. Harry crouched next to me concerned. But I just got up laughing uncontrollably. When he realized I was fine he started to chuckle. “Wow. I've never literally made a girl weak in the knees before.” I pushed him. “Shut Up Styles.” I smiled. He did too. “I gotta go. But I promise. You'll know my name. Sometime soon.” I said smirking and making my way back to the front of the tour bus.
Two Days Later
We made it to our destination. I couldn't remember the name of the city but It was one in the UK that I'd never heard of...that's for sure. We stopped and got all our things off the bus. I realized that I'd unfortunately have to stay in the same hotel room as Harry. After I thought about this I ran ahead to catch Mr. Higgins about our rooming arrangements. “Mr. Higgins Sir?” I said. He turned around obviously surprised to face me. “Yes, Miss. Writer?” I smiled, thankful he didn't call me by my real name. “Well, Sir, I'd like to request my own room if possible.” I said basically pleading for him to agree. He smiled. “Of Course you may my dear. Whatever makes you most comfortable.” I smiled gratefully. He handed me a room key. before he whispered "I figured that would be what you preferred. So I booked a separate room just for you." I looked dumbfounded at the key for a minutes before I regained my composure. "Thanks so much! Omigod. You have no clue how happy this makes me! Thank you!" He smiled at my enthusiasm. “Your room number is 234. Niall and Liam have the room to the left of you, Louis and Zayn have the room to the right and Harry is just across the hall. We'll be having a sound-check/rehearsal tonight so you can either come with us or stay in the hotel. Its your choice.” I nodded. “I'd love to go to the rehearsal Mr. Higgins. But how will I know where to go?” He just chuckled. “Well we'll have the limo all set up for you and the boys. But be quick we'll be leaving in about an hour and a half!” I nodded. We had just exited the elevator. “Thank you so much Mr. Higgins. Shall I meet you out front again?” He just nodded. “Alrighty! Thanks again!” I said smiling and running down the hallway towards room 234.
One Hour Later
I avoided the elevator just because I knew Harry would be there.I had seen him flirting with the desk clerk. and Honestly it sickened me. I couldn't believe I had let him kiss me! He's nothing but a no-good egotistical womanizing douche bag. But I wasn't going to go down easy. Nope. Little Miss Lindsey was gonna turn up her charm. I walked out of my hotel room with my dark red hair up in a side ponytail. I was wearing a black crop-top with an oversized green plaid long-sleeved shirt, long black leggings and my dark green combat boots. I opted for the smokey eye look with winged liner and dark red lipstick. I thought I looked good as a mini wanna-be rebel. :3 I was the first one to the limo. The other boys piled in not too long after. I gained awed stares from all five of them. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "WHAT?!" I basically shouted after five more minutes of intense staring. "Jesus god! Get a grip boys!" I said before looking out the tinted window. I could see that their reflection in the window was that of embarrassment. We finally got to the arena so they could practice and I could write. "Thank GOD!" I mumbled as we all got out of the vehicle. The boys ran as fast as they could towards the arena shouting and laughing. I stayed behind dawdling really not looking forward to interviewing them. I trudged into the stadium and plopped down on the ground getting out my Journal. I started to write. I plugged my headphones into my iPod and proceeded to drown the world out. The boys had finished their sound-check and were trying to get my attention. But I didn't notice, that is until Someone grabbed my journal out of my hands. I snapped to attention and instantly jumped up to grab it. I jumped and caught it but the curly haired idiot didn't let it drop to give it back to me. So It ripped. Did you hear me!? HE RIPPED IN RIGHT IN HALF! I screamed and flung myself a Harry. Punching at him until I was being pulled away by Liam and Niall. "YOU FUCKING NO GOOD EGOTISTICAL WOMANIZING DOUCHE-BAG! HOW COULD YOU!?" My arms went limp as I fell to the floor trying to gather up the pieces of my now shattered world. The tears I was holding back I couldn't hold any longer so they fell like rain in a thunderstorm. I sat there just crying for a full ten minutes. Paul and the boys and the drummers gathered around me as I sat there crying. I finally regained my composure after my eyes were completely cried out, and I jumped up to face the boys. "Alright boys! You want the truth!? I'll give you the fucking truth. My Name is Lindsey Conrad. I'm a seventeen year old college student from a small northern Wisconsin town. My dream ever since you were formed as a group was to write a biography on you lads. I worked SO FUCKING HARD. to get where I am right now. You boys have not only lost my respect but you've lost me too! I'm done! Paul.....I QUIT!" I said grabbing my ripped up journal and running out of the stadium. I was going to call Lauren to bring me back home. Cuz I was SO fucking DONE!
Two Days Later
We made it to our destination. I couldn't remember the name of the city but It was one in the UK that I'd never heard of...that's for sure. We stopped and got all our things off the bus. I realized that I'd unfortunately have to stay in the same hotel room as Harry. After I thought about this I ran ahead to catch Mr. Higgins about our rooming arrangements. “Mr. Higgins Sir?” I said. He turned around obviously surprised to face me. “Yes, Miss. Writer?” I smiled, thankful he didn't call me by my real name. “Well, Sir, I'd like to request my own room if possible.” I said basically pleading for him to agree. He smiled. “Of Course you may my dear. Whatever makes you most comfortable.” I smiled gratefully. He handed me a room key. before he whispered "I figured that would be what you preferred. So I booked a separate room just for you." I looked dumbfounded at the key for a minutes before I regained my composure. "Thanks so much! Omigod. You have no clue how happy this makes me! Thank you!" He smiled at my enthusiasm. “Your room number is 234. Niall and Liam have the room to the left of you, Louis and Zayn have the room to the right and Harry is just across the hall. We'll be having a sound-check/rehearsal tonight so you can either come with us or stay in the hotel. Its your choice.” I nodded. “I'd love to go to the rehearsal Mr. Higgins. But how will I know where to go?” He just chuckled. “Well we'll have the limo all set up for you and the boys. But be quick we'll be leaving in about an hour and a half!” I nodded. We had just exited the elevator. “Thank you so much Mr. Higgins. Shall I meet you out front again?” He just nodded. “Alrighty! Thanks again!” I said smiling and running down the hallway towards room 234.
One Hour Later
I avoided the elevator just because I knew Harry would be there.I had seen him flirting with the desk clerk. and Honestly it sickened me. I couldn't believe I had let him kiss me! He's nothing but a no-good egotistical womanizing douche bag. But I wasn't going to go down easy. Nope. Little Miss Lindsey was gonna turn up her charm. I walked out of my hotel room with my dark red hair up in a side ponytail. I was wearing a black crop-top with an oversized green plaid long-sleeved shirt, long black leggings and my dark green combat boots. I opted for the smokey eye look with winged liner and dark red lipstick. I thought I looked good as a mini wanna-be rebel. :3 I was the first one to the limo. The other boys piled in not too long after. I gained awed stares from all five of them. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "WHAT?!" I basically shouted after five more minutes of intense staring. "Jesus god! Get a grip boys!" I said before looking out the tinted window. I could see that their reflection in the window was that of embarrassment. We finally got to the arena so they could practice and I could write. "Thank GOD!" I mumbled as we all got out of the vehicle. The boys ran as fast as they could towards the arena shouting and laughing. I stayed behind dawdling really not looking forward to interviewing them. I trudged into the stadium and plopped down on the ground getting out my Journal. I started to write. I plugged my headphones into my iPod and proceeded to drown the world out. The boys had finished their sound-check and were trying to get my attention. But I didn't notice, that is until Someone grabbed my journal out of my hands. I snapped to attention and instantly jumped up to grab it. I jumped and caught it but the curly haired idiot didn't let it drop to give it back to me. So It ripped. Did you hear me!? HE RIPPED IN RIGHT IN HALF! I screamed and flung myself a Harry. Punching at him until I was being pulled away by Liam and Niall. "YOU FUCKING NO GOOD EGOTISTICAL WOMANIZING DOUCHE-BAG! HOW COULD YOU!?" My arms went limp as I fell to the floor trying to gather up the pieces of my now shattered world. The tears I was holding back I couldn't hold any longer so they fell like rain in a thunderstorm. I sat there just crying for a full ten minutes. Paul and the boys and the drummers gathered around me as I sat there crying. I finally regained my composure after my eyes were completely cried out, and I jumped up to face the boys. "Alright boys! You want the truth!? I'll give you the fucking truth. My Name is Lindsey Conrad. I'm a seventeen year old college student from a small northern Wisconsin town. My dream ever since you were formed as a group was to write a biography on you lads. I worked SO FUCKING HARD. to get where I am right now. You boys have not only lost my respect but you've lost me too! I'm done! Paul.....I QUIT!" I said grabbing my ripped up journal and running out of the stadium. I was going to call Lauren to bring me back home. Cuz I was SO fucking DONE!
Awuh! Thank you! This would definitely be one of my favorites...
9/20/13