Darling I'm No Angel

What feels like forever ago I made this list. I titled it The Five Worst Things I Could Possibly Do. It was called that because I am made up faults that typically most people would perform with ease. I didn't actually write it down on paper. Instead I memorized it and thought it over constantly like it was my mantra. First on the list was ; do something that is absolutely terrifying. If the task at hand does not terrify you then you aren't daring yourself to not to be boring. I couldn't have thought of that at the perfect moment. When I was accidentally forced into being in the wrong place and the wrong time.


>>>Flashback<<<

I could tell the concert was about to end. One Direction just ended their cover of Teenage Dirtbag. Chloe sat down to take a break from all the excitedly movement she was doing. My grandmother surprisingly looked like she was enjoying herself. Liam Payne was center stage thanking the audience and saying how utterly amazing tonight has been. Basically using all of the synonyms for the word incredible in the English dictionary.

The lights on stage went black and the boys on stage disappeared. The people out in the crowd excluding myself screamed out of anticipation. The beginning music for What Makes You Beautiful started to play. The lights came back up and Liam began the song, then he would stop to hold his microphone out instructing everyone else to sing along. "Are you still filming?" Chloe ask me looking back at me to check. She's back on her feet this time with our grandmother Arden. I gave her the thumbs up to signify that I was still filming the show.

My arm was tired and I'm pretty sure I got some footage of the back of people's seat. My mind was somewhere else. I had been thinking about how odd that encounter I just had out in the hall was. They all sang the chorus of the song, that's when a woman in business attire approached me. "Hi would you be interested coming back stage?" She said alone giving me direct contact. Holding her glossy brown hair behind her neck. I stare at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"Excuse me?" I asked her needing her to repeat what she said. She leaned in closer like she was embarrassed herself.

"You've been requested to come back stage." The woman said eyeing me. My grandmother took notice of the woman and pulled herself closer.

"Is there a problem?" Grandma asked her.

"Not at all your daughter" She said carefully not sure if she was identifying me properly.

"Granddaughter." She corrected her.

"Forgive me, my name is Donna I work here at the arena. Our staff works closely when it comes to tending to our performers. . .needs." Donna said uncomfortably.

"What is she talking about Victoria?" I looked up at Donna who was waiting for me to follow her. I knew what she was probably thinking about me. More than likely she was assuming that I was one of those girls eager to go back stage for a special kind of attention. Of course it was a misconception, because as unlikely as it sounds Harry must've picked up my phone and wanted to give it back. "Might have been a random choosing to meet the band backstage or something." I told my grandmother. I did the only thing a girl in my situation would do. I lied

"Something like that I suppose." Donna said realizing I didn't want my grandmother to be under the same impression she was having of me. "Then why don't you bring Chloe with you?" She asked me. I looked over at Chloe who was still singing along to the song. She didn't see the lady come up to me or she just didn't care.

Donna sighed "He insists on just her." She said just as Harry started his solo. My heart made its way to my throat and my stomach twisted into knots only a scout knew how to tie. "I don't know if I should go." I told Donna thinking to myself that it's just a phone and I could replace it.

"Smart thinking , I don't think it's a good idea myself." Grandma said. Donna nodded her head and headed up the aisle. My grandmother leaned back in her seat putting her attention back on the show. I tried to do the same. I held out my arm to finish filming the show which was a strenuous thing to do. The song was finally over and confetti went flying everywhere.

Donna came back walking swiftly. We both looked over at my grandmother who was trying to help Chloe catch some confetti. "I really can't go back unless your with me." Donna said her eyes pleading with me. Before I could get a word out I realized I was out of my seat and trekking along side Donna.

Being backstage wasn't exactly how I pictured it. There was a whole team of security detail and people who I would have considered regular were in a frenzy trying to get things out of the way. Suddenly I felt small. I walked behind Donna who seemed like she knew where she was headed to. Finally my eyes trailed over to someone who was watching us.

"Hey Donna who's the girl?" Zayn Malik asked while approaching us. Donna looked back behind me. All while I hoped for my skin to become transparent and that I would disappear.

"You know it's against company policy to discuss you guy's personal affairs." Donna said to Zayn.

"You mustn't be so corporal all the time." He said charming her with his accent. His singing was beyond the valley of perfection. Hearing his voice in person made this seem all too real. This was actually happening to me out of all the people here tonight.

"Who are you here with?" He asked. This time directing the conversation to me. I looked to Donna for help, but she joined in conversation with someone else. "Are you lost?" He asked. I was still looking at Donna hoping she would come back even though I met her less than two minutes ago.

"She isn't lost. She is here with me." I turned my head back and there he was again, Harry Styles.


>>>End of Flashback<<<

I wanted to take shower, no correction I needed to take a shower. I needed more clothes that didn't belong to my mother. Who by the way has been in my hospital room now for about half an hour and we barely said ten words to each other. She was cleaning out the room. Taking down cards, tossing away flowers, and acting differently. She was quiet and my mother was never quiet. No matter what the argument was about.

My nurse Jamie brought me food I couldn't identify the meat that was on the plate. I only knew it resembled baked chicken. I tried eating the steamed broccoli, but it fell right out of my mouth and back onto the plate.

"Dammit!" Mom cried out. She dropped a vase onto the floor and glass shards were around her shoes. She acted very anxious and seemed apprehensive about something

"Victoria we need to talk." She said fumbling her hands. Shaking them like they were frozen.

"Is it important?" I asked her not looking up from my tray. I tried to give the broccoli another chance and it was gross the second time.

"Yes." She answered.

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