Good or Bad

We make our way to LA within a 2 hour period, as promised. I look around to try and find out where we're going, but since I don't know LA that much, I finally start to bug Maddie about it.
"Maddie, where are we going?" I whine.
"To a concert." I pause, waiting for her to name the thing we're going to see.
"The concert of....." I raise my eyebrows at her.
"One Direction." She kind of winces, waiting for my yelling.
"WHAT THE FLYING FUCK, MADDIE?!" I look at her in disbelief. One Direction was the band Harry's in. So he's inevitably going to be there. She looks at me with this sort of I'm-so-sorry sort of face, but I'm not buying it.
"Seriously, seriously? Do you not remember who is in this band? Harry goddamn Styles!" I scream at her. And since we're at a stoplight, there are a whole bunch of people in cars giving me funky looks.
"I remember. And don't yell at me. I know you don't like Harry, but you like the rest of them, and you love their music. Please, I thought you'd be happy." She looked like she was about to tear up, so I had to say sorry.
"Sorry, Mads, but I hate Harry. He's been bullying me for years."
"When were you going to tell me this?" she looks as if she was about ready to kill something.
"I wasn't." She sighs.
"Well, we're still going. Do you know how much these tickets cost?"
We both laugh.

*A couple of hours later*

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE!!!!!" The crowd was crazy. We were in the front row. I saw Harry give me a couple of smirks, but he didn't try to confront me.
I looked around. It was break, so I told Maddie I had to pee. I didn't, really, I just had to get out of this mess of teenage girls. The hormones were starting to overwhelm me.
"Where the hell do you think you're going, slut?" I heard Harry call out to me as I walked past a seemingly empty hallway of the auditorium. Fuck.
"What the hell do you want, Harry?" I asked him as I put a hand on my hip.
"You." He answered as he stalked towards me. What? I stepped back just to find a wall.
"What?" I asked.
"Bitch, did I stutter? I said I want you."
"Uh, you can't have me." I said, stuttering a lot.
"Yeah, I can." Then I felt a stinging on my cheek. Then a punch.
Then I saw darkness.

Notes

While I was writing this chapter, there was an ad for Aer Lingus, an Irish vacationing company. Niall wants us all to visit.