Blunt
Denial
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My heart was racing and my ears piercing as my body involuntarily was thrown around, like a rag doll. An unexpected anger possessed me as I retaliated and shoved back. I weaved my way to the gate and was pressed against the metal poles hard enough to leave imprints, but before I could voice my discomfort to my younger sister, I saw them, dressed impeccably lame and waving whilst making their way towards the load of screaming girls.
Why was I even here? Oh yes, my little sister Grace better known as an “obsessed directioner" made me bring her. I lifted her in front of me guarding her from the mass of bodies suffocating us. It reminded me of a mosh pit, minus the adrenaline sparked by fast-paced, urgent music. I lost myself in thoughts of tours like warped and imagined myself being swayed by the crowd, all the while listening to bands i'd admired since I was tiny.
But, no, I was reminded of my misfortune when someone palmed the side of my face and it was then, in the freezing, wet, fickle London car park that I despised myself for being so easily manipulated by that look she gives. “Ugh, how can you even want to be here?” I screamed into her ear, “I could ask you the same thing” said an unfamiliar husky voice, I looked up only to be met with two green eyes, he was smirking at my grimace, which confused me. “Actually, I’m only here because my sister made me bring her” I began to explain, he raised his eyebrows and was distracted then by another screaming fan, I looked down for Grace just to hide my embarrassment only to see she wasn’t even there, I spun around almost hitting another fan, “GRACE!”I screamed, I was shoved back towards the gate only to be pushed in front of the boy again, he looked startled at my sudden bang into the security fence, “ow” I frowned”, “back for more?” he raised one eyebrow and attempted to look completely serious, but I could tell he was holding in laughter, I glared and he had the nerve to laugh.
“GRACE” I screamed again, I felt a hand on my elbow, tired of the ridiculous fans, I slapped it away, and spun around to face the offender, only to be met again by those same eyes, he had his hands raised in an ”hey, I’m backing off’ kind of motion, I glared again this time he ignored the fan desperately begging for his attention, and called over a tall man who looked about my fathers age. “Paul, this girl has lost her younger sister in the crowd” he sounded concerned, which deepened my confusion. I really don't get people, what I did get was that I despised these types of things, when humans started to idolise other humans, I was out. I didn't understand why society propelled this type of behaviour. I called these people mindless, of course, I enjoyed music and other art forms, but I really didn't get the whole "admiration" I guess of the performers, especially to this extent. He must have noticed my grimace because he was now laughing at me flicking his curly hair… I glared again, mostly because it reminded me of fairy floss and I was hungry, I swear I had glared at him in this short 5 minutes more then I would my sister in a week.
The crowd was then dispersed by security with no Grace in sight. I was held back, by the man from before. “Harry” he called, the area was now deserted and the gates opened for the band to exit the studio lot, “is this the one?”, “Yeah” the boy who I suppose was named Harry replied. I was then lead towards the band, where I had to describe my stupid sister and give details about her last appearance. Security requested for me to be kept away as they searched the premises. I was so pissed off at this point, I completely ignored the questions Harry and the other boys were asking, after a while they seemed to notice my mood, and everything was silent…it should have been awkward but my short temper tended to override any other emotion.
The boys began to play a game of football and after about 10 minutes of glaring at him Harry strode over to me, “So, what’s your name?”, well at least he was making an effort, I sighed “Emily”. He looked at me, obviously confused by my sudden change of emotion. He was beautiful, I couldn't deny it, although I would never admit it to anyone...ever. I felt utterly inadequate in my stupid one direction jumper, forced on me by my little sister. I sighed again and checked my phone to see the time, hopefully mum wasn’t too worried, maybe I could guilt trip her for making me come and Grace being so unbelievably hard to handle. Harry cleared his throat breaking me from my thoughts, I raised an eyebrow as he gestured for my phone, I handed it to him without thinking because my concentration was torn away from our riveting conversation as I heard commotion near the other boys. The man, 'Paul' , as I had discovered, was escorting an ashamed Grace towards me, I got up swiftly, and Harry followed suit staying weirdly close to me, he handed back my phone and said his goodbye.
I grabbed grace and practically ran to the car, “OMG! how could you!?! I was left with them for like 20 minutes’ naturally during my rambling she began to cry and I ended up feeling bad, which just annoyed me. Once in the car I told Grace to text mum explaining the situation. I hated lying to her, I was terrible at it, she always caught me out. We were almost home when Grace decided to tell me the text wouldn’t send due to my lack in phone credit, this was strange as I had enough for one text this morning. I pulled over and snatched it out of her hand, as I was reaching for it I noticed a black smudge on the back of my case, as I flipped the phone over there was a signature… that smug bastard, he signed my phone, I glared at it for a good 10 seconds before Grace began to whine, just as I restarted the car my phone buzzed, a new message. “How’s your sister? :)” It was him.
12/11/13