‘I think it went oh, oh, oh
I think it went yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it goes…’
Oh my gosh, how much of this can I take? How long has it been? I lost count at still the little things.
“No, they are two different songs there was still the one and little things” A blonde sitting told me.
Shit was speaking my thoughts?
“yep- AND WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVER!”
I gazed at my idiotic best friend who was grinning evilly while still singing, along with the rest of the screaming ‘directioners’.
“oops?” I offered
One direction and I just don’t mix, they are so self-conceited and probably only care for their quiffs and hairspray.
“Is this the last song?” I whin
“Unfortunately” Lucy replies
Finally the song had finished and one direction said they will be back in a couple of minutes. Maybe If I hope hard enough they will all trip down some steps and mysteriously die.
“Ella!”
“Not again” I mumbled to myself, it’s becoming a nasty habit of mine
Lucy took off her denim jacket revealing her dainty body wearing a floral singlet and white skirt. She then pulled her long, blonde ringlets into a high pony tail. You could see small beads of sweat that had formed on her head.
“Aren’t you hot?” She asked, glancing at my black beanie, loose long, pale pink shirt, denim vest and jeans
“Nope, I have been standing here while you jump about” I smiled
“Come on how can you not think they are hot!? Like did you see Liam rip Harry’s shirt off, I nearly melted”
“They aren’t that hot” I stated, crossing my arms
Lucy knows I don’t like one direction; I don’t even know why she brought me to the concert.
Lucy gasps at my words placing her hand on heart as if I offended her “Eloise Jone! As if you wouldn’t just pounce on them if you saw them on the streets”
Before I could tell her, that I would probably just ignore them and continue walking. Those 5 boys waltzed confidently onto the stage.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” The crowd screamed, leaving me clutching my ears for dear life.
Blonde boy spoke “Thank you all for coming to our concert you have been amazing”
Yeah, amazing at buying these really expensive tickets, Lucy probably sold her arm and leg on ebay for these tickets.
“Now, we are going to announce the lucky winner who will get to have two weeks with us in London” said some other… dude.
After more screams died down, everyone was looking at the numbers on the paper we were given when we entered the building. Lucy was practically bouncing as we waited for one direction to pull a number from the bucket.
Curly haired boy begins to speak “And the lucky number is… NUMBER 946!”
Everyone frantically looks at their paper and no screams have begun yet, I look at Lucy who has a weird expression on her face after looking at her ticket. Then, she raised her head to look at me with wide eyes.
“What?” I ask
“I have number 945… and you got your number straight after me so…” Lucy spoke excitedly, gesturing towards my ticket which I hadn’t bothered to look at.
OH NO, NO, NO! My head practically screams as I look down at the numbers written on the ticket.
And in thick, red numbers…9…4……6
Shit.