Zoey's pov (a week later)
"Next," the security guard calls. I move forward in the line, my head down. I hold out my ticket for her to scan. She does.
"Alright. Go on in. There will be ushers to show you where your seat is," she instructs. I nod and move forward, through the crowd of girls.
I walk past the first merchandise table. I pause briefly and smile at the silly poses my brothers were striking on the shirts. I glance around and see all of the fans crowding around the tables, desperately trying to get their 5 Seconds of Summer merchandise. So this is what it is like back here. Fans often wonder what goes on backstage before a show. We wonder what goes on out here. A hell of a lot more compared to backstage.
I smile and keep walking, ready to find my seat. The show would be beginning soon.
This was my plan. I came to a 5SOS concert. The extra money was spent buying me a front row ticket. That way, I could possibly be spotted by the boys.
And if plan A didn't work, then I would wait until the crowd cleared out some, then move up to where the body guards would still be waiting. I know for a fact that Andrew goes out to front for the shows. He watches the middle, Luke's position. He would recognize me. He would take me backstage. I'd be back with my boys.
"Your seat is right here. Please, enjoy the show," one of the venue workers tells me, smiling warmly.
I smile back, "Thank you." She nods, then walks off to go help the group of three teenage girls and their mom.
About fifteen minutes later, the opening act comes on. I don't really pay attention. My heart was thumping in my chest. For some reason, I had a really bad feeling. You know those gut feelings you get when a creep is watching you, I had that kind of feeling. I glance to my sides and then behind me. I didn't see anyone. But I wasn't really reassured.
"Thank you and good night," They yell before they wall off stage. Soon. Soon I'll be back with my boys.
After about fifteen minutes, more security guards start coming out. I see Andrew out of the corner of my eye. I wave, hoping he'll see me. I see him turn his head slightly, but not enough to see me. I shrug. I'll talk to him after the show.
My grin grows as the opening bars of Outer Space start to play. I jump up from my seat, ready to rock out. I've missed these concerts so much.
Calum, Ashton, Luke, and Michael come out on stage. They didn't look quite as happy as they should. And they looked tired. Stubble lined their jaws and bags were under their eyes. But they tried to hide it for the audience's sake.
They start to sing. So does the crowd.
I open my mouth. But before I could start to sing, a hand goes on my shoulder. I jump.
Then a cold and all too familiar voice speaks, "You didn't really think that you could escape us, right Zoey Noel?"
My throat constricts. The owner of the voice pulls me backwards, away from the stage. He held a tight grip on my arm. His expression dared me to scream. I don't.
I knew it was over. Tim had got me again. I watch miserably as my boys get smaller and smaller in the distance.
The End
