City of Blinding Lights

It’s friday. I’m in my math class waiting for the damn class to be over already. Why can’t I just go home? I anxiously tap my pencil on the table and make a very annoying noise. The girl next to me races her head and gives me a stop-making-this-noise-or-I-will-end-you look. I stop with the pencil and look at the clock. Four more minutes.
I take out my phone and see I have a text from Clover. It really doesn’t surprise me. I unlock my phone and open the text.

I’m coming over when I’m done. Ok? Great.

She knows my schedule as well as I do. The class is finally over and the teacher sends us home. I grab my book and walk to my locker. I run my hand over the lock and try to remember my combination. It takes a while but when I do I put my books in and take my jacket out. I have no idea what kind of fabric it is made of but I know it’s not leather or cotton. I’m not totally dumb you know.
I walk home and turn the door handle. The door doesn’t open. I open my pocket and put my hand in it to look for the keys. But there are no keys. I facepalm myself when I remember that I left my keys on my desk. But luckily I know just the way to get in without going through the front door. You see if I move the loose part of the hedge in the backyard I can climb on top of it and climb up onto the balcony and the door on the balcony is never locked. I open it and like I just said it’s not locked.
I kick of my shoes and walk into my room. It’s dark in there. I turn on the lights and drop my bag on the floor. What to do now? I mean it takes Clover like 20 minutes to get here shouldn’t I do something while I wait? I take my computer out from my bag and put it on my desk. Just when I’m opening it my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and don’t bother looking at the ID. I just assume it’s Clover.
“Hey what’s up? Where are you? I’ve been waiting for you?” I am really surprised when the person on the other side answers and I hear that it isn’t Clover.
“Why would you be waiting for me? I don’t really think we had plans to meet today?”
I took the phone from my ear and looked at the screen. It was Neil. I put the phone to my ear again.
“Sorry, thought you were someone else”
“It’s okay. But hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go grab a coffee?” His thick irish accent was just adorable. I hear the doorbell ring.
“I wish I could but I’m meeting my friend. We’re going out tonight and we were going to get ready together. Raincheck?” I walk to the door and let Clover in. I point to the phone and hug her with one hand.
“Yeah, sure. See you later Naveen”. Clover takes her shoes off and hangs her coat on the hanger.
“Yeah, definitely. Bye” I hear a slight bye on the other end and then the line’s dead. There is silence for a second while Clover finishes taking her scarf and gloves off.
“Who was that?” She asks in a kind of perverted voice that I think was meant to be kind of teasing but didn’t come out that way at all. But I just act like I found it cute, like I always do.
“That was Neil” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“Who is Neil. Why haven’t I heard of this “Neil” before?” I sigh.
“I met him yesterday when I was in the park with Seamus. I lost Seamus and Neil found him. I gave him my number ‘cause he’s super cute and has this amazing thick irish accent and I gave him my number” She nudges my shoulder and wiggles her eyebrows. I know that look. That was the “ooh a guy, tell me more” I roll my eyes at her and sigh.
“There’s is really not more to tell. I haven’t seen him since then and I haven't heard from him until now” She tries not to make it obvious but I know that she so doesn’t believe me. I pretend I don’t notice it but when you’ve been friends for so long it’s really hard not to know the person like I know Clover.
“Well we have…” she looks down at her phone and her eyes go big “ we only have four hours ‘till the concert start. How are we ever gonna get ready in such short time?”
I sighed. Maybe we didn’t have to go to the concert after all. I mean we don’t even have enough time to get ready and she wanted to get there early so we could see them and get to our seats in plenty of time. Oh no. It looks like we won’t be able to go. That really is too bad ( if you didn’t get it, that was me being sarcastic ).
But unfortunately we did have enough time. It took us about 2 hours to get dressed and putting our make-up on which normally never takes me more than half an hour. But when we’re finally done Clover drags me out to the car starts the engine and speeds to the stadium.
There are already a lot of fans standing outside. Trying to catch a glimpse at the boys. But the security stands firm and looks at everyone with their evil eye when someone tries to get in without a ticket.
Clover parks the car and jumps out almost before the car has had its chance to stop. I take the keys out.
Clover stands a few meters away from me, waiting.She doesn’t like to be kept waiting so she anxiously starts tapping her foot on the ground and yells at me to hurry. I yell back at her that I am. I really am. I never thought I would actually be excited for a One Direction concert but I think I kind of am.
She grabs my arm and drags me to the security guards and I try my best to keep up with her, ‘cause I would really like to keep my arm thank you and since I’m pretty much sure you haven’t met her I’m going to tell you that it’s not a good idea to make Clover mad. The way I have been describing her she seems like a really nice girl and the sweet, wears-flower-clothing kind of girl and she may be ( appart from the flower clothing thing ) but you can really easily make her mad and then you can just book a room at the hospital right away ‘cause she’s gonna put you there.
But anyway, she hands one of the guards our tickets and he lets us in. We walk in and the arena is enormous. It’s so big I can’t even see where it ends. In the middle of it all is the stage that in just a few short minutes we will be seeing one of the worlds most famous boy bands. Why am I not more excited? Clover is basically jumping up and down in joy. Why am I not like that? Oh yeah, I’m not one of those crazy fan-people, what do the call themselves again? Directioners? Yeah I think that’s it.
It’s not yet packed in here but a lot of people are here even though there are still about 20 minutes till the concert starts.
Clover and I try to elbow ourselves through the crowd to get closer to the stage. A lot of the girls grunt in protest and are not at all okay with us barging. But in the end we make it to the stage and I look up at it, it’s huge. I thought my room was big but that fits at least seven times on this huge ass stage.
Clover had finally decided to wear a black skirt with a green long sleeve shirt. Around her neck she wore a golden necklace in the shape of a heart that her ex gave her for christmas two years ago.
Suddenly the lights are being turned of. I take out my phone. It’s time. The lights are turned on again only multiplied and on stage walk five figures.
It takes my eyes a while to adjust to the brightness but when I finally do my eyes widen. No this can’t be happening.This can’t be him.
Oh shit, I am so screwed.

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