Zoe's POV
"Take the bed! Take the couch too... I'll just sleep on the fucking floor! Anything but this.." I pleaded as Rachel literally dragged me down the busy roads, heading to an appealing lace that held tortures, but the truth is that most people call it a stadium.
"Can't you just take a break for a couple of hours? We'll just go there for what? Four hours? Just give it a break and live a little!" she aid as we crossed the road.
"I don't know if I'll be able to live at all after that horrible experience that I'm going to have. Could't you like another band? One whose music is more tolerable listenable even?"
Rachel had been getting ready for this for hours. She acted like she was going to give a performance in front of thousands of people and her clothes made her look like she was about to attend the Grammy's. I on the other hand hand tried to for the all-black look, due to the fact that later I would attend a funeral; it would either be mine or my ears'.
"The music is great! Your hearing is just fucked up! And if you don't care about my opinion ask half of the planet!" she exclaimed. I couldn't get why she acted this way, it was just a stupid bad that consisted of five dumbness after all!
"The concert is like half a block away, so I'd advise you to shut up! Most Directioners aren't as tolerable as I am." she warned me.
"If you don't let me like right now, Ill start shouting that you're kidnapping me and you'll get arrested and go to jail! I don't think a stupid concert deserves all that, do you?" we both knew I was just talking shit, but I was desperate. I wasn't expecting her to believe me of course, I just wanted to make clear how annoyed I was for going there. If there was someone else in her place, I might just did so, but the truth is I wouldn't fraudulently accuse of abduction the only person who tolerated me.
"You wouldn't do that. You just love me too much!" she joked.
And that's when I saw it. The stadium where the tortures were going to take place. In front of it, a huge queue of people waited impatiently to get in. I just felt pity for all these people who were hard at hearing.
I had been suffocated for three and a half hours in a crowd of mad people, and on top of it, I was forced to listen to this horrible music, that almost made my ears bleed. The lights were blinding and when they appeared, I just wanted to vomit.
All for of them got on the stage wearing the most annoying smug smiles I had ever seen. And the funny thing is that they thought they were cool! Ha! Not a chance. But the worst part was the singing. The guys' voices were just very average, and I'm telling this because I want to sound polite.
"Aren't they great?" Rachel yelled from beside me, trying to be heard despite the loud noise.
"The bulldozers' noise sounds like Mozart's symphony compared to them." I shouted for her to hear em. Don't start thinking that I'm a classical music type of person, because I'm not. But I'll choose Mozart all the way, if my only two choices were One Direction and him.
" You're so immature." she said and I scoffed in response.
How was the rest of the concert going to pass?
Remember the feeling you get when the last bell of the school year rings? That's how I felt when the concert ended. If the circumstances allowed it, I would even run- dance, yelling free at last! But I had to try not to get my self killed or ran over by the crazy fans.
After I finally got out of hell followed by Rachel, I started to walk as quickly as I could, so I would get as far of that place possible.
"I will never forgive you!" I half joked to Rachel.

Harry's POV


"What do you mean the driver can't come?" Luis asked our manager.

Another concert had just ended, and I must admit, it was one of the best ones. I can't explain it, but the vibe we got from the crowd was just so friendly and made us feel like home. We were just about to leave with what we call, the get-away car to go to the hotel. We had many problems with the fans after the concerts lately, as they waited for hours in front of the stadium, so they could see us leaving, and sometimes it got pretty wild.

"Hey guys, relax! Just take my car." our manager simply replied. He always had a way to get things sorted out.

"I'll drive" Niall yelled as he came into room, drinking soda.

"No way! I'm driving!" I chuckled and grabbed the keys.

"Hey..." Niall tried to protest, but the rest of the guys and I had already left.

I got into the drive's seat and fastened my seatbelt, as the guys did the same. I started the engine and hit the road.

"We'll go straight to the hotel, or we will just go relax somewhere for a little bit?" Liam asked.

"I think we deserve some fun after tonight. The place was packed!" Louis exclaimed from the backseat and we all chuckled.

I took the left turn and a hurried chick appeared out of nowhere.

Zoe's POV

The vehicle keep coming towards me and I was unable to move. I just couldn't . even though it all happened in two seconds, I felt stupid for not doing anything.

When it crashed over me, the speed was already slower, but still, that didn't make the pain less unbearable. I fell down on the road. I was surprised by the fact that I was sable to restrain my screams, because the pain was torturous. I heard Rachel screaming from a few metres behind me.

" I think you just killed somebody" someone said with british accent and four car doors opened.

"The bitch?" I heard a rather familiar voice asking.

Not that douchebag, I thought as I looked up.

And there he was standing the dick with his crew.

"Seriously, the dick?" I finally managed to say.

Harry Styles just got to be in my to-kill list.

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