Andrea's POV [An-drE-uh]
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Chapter Status: Edited
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I rummaged through all my belongings, wondering how to start my day. I could read a book. Or, I could do nothing and stay in my room all day. Oh maybe I'll actually go downstairs and say something helpful to everybody! Nope.
Nothing I say will be helpful nor correct. I remember when I was but a little girl. I was at home with my lovely first parents; I had just came from school and asked if I could go to a friend's house. The answer was simple. A beating.
I also remember when I had gotten kicked out of the house for an F on a test that I tried to study for. Of course, I couldn't due to the fact that I was stuck doing chores for my 'mother'.
Maybe I'll just read a book? That's exactly what I'll do.
Sometimes I think things would change. Maybe--just maybe--I could be a man and tell the world what I'm thinking. Let everyone know that I'm okay. But the problem is? I'm not.
I'm not some normal 17 year old girl who goes to parties and spends her time talking on the phone to all her oh so popular friends. And I never will.
"Andrea! Come downstairs, we have a surprise for you!" I heard my mother call. My knuckles banged twice on my dark blue walls, signifying that I understood.
Quite hastily, I thudded down the carpeted stairs and into the living area. I immediately spotted my family members. They were in a quite secretive conversation with stern looks on their faces--even my 14 year old sister. Emily. Her chestnut hair bounced as she looked up and nodded frequently towards my mother.
My father who was diligently explaining something to my sister, noticed me right away over the shoulder of my mother's costly peach cardigan.
His expression changed. I could tell the smile on his face was fake.
"Andrea! Happy 17th birthday! Aren't you excited!" My eyebrows crinkled in confusion.
"For what?" I signed quickly with my small hands. I don't bother slowing down for my family anymore knowing that they knew exactly what I was trying to say.
"For.." My mother trailed on with a smile.
"A One Direction concert !" Emily shouted with delight. She genuinely looked happy and cheerful while my parents seemed as if they weren't at ease and had millions of things on their minds.
I felt my dry lips crack into a smile as my fingers speak words of thanks.
What is a mute girl going to do at a concert? I can't scream I love you to any band members. I can't scream with joy. I can't even ask for someone to scoot a bit so I could see through all the jumping.
At least I can experience something fun.
I embraced my loving family in a warm hug, one we haven't had in a while.
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My cold and wet toes tapped against the marble floor of my bathroom as I quickly took a fluffy white towel from one of the wooden storage units under the sink and dried myself. Today was going to be amazing.
It had only been about two days since I was given my birthday present and I was too excited, I couldn't stop smiling!
Swiftly, I shimmied on a fitting pair of black skinny jeans and one of my favorite band shirts. I remember receiving it when I actually socialized, when I had friends. My best friend--my only true friend--in fact, had given it to me very abruptly before she had left. I remember crying that day. There I was, thinking, knowing, that I wasn't going to see her again.
I grabbed a warm knit cardigan from one of my bedroom drawers. "Where are my shoes?" I thought to myself.
Ducking high and low, I looked throughout the entire room; my cheek against the soft but rough cream carpet as I searched under my bed. Finally, I found what I was searching for.
My long arms reached under the dark oak bed frame as they grasped my black chucks from under the plush bed.
"Andrea hurry up! I want to be the first in line!" Rushed my younger sister. I felt my head nod automatically as I slipped my shoes onto my sock clad feet.
After swiping my ticket off my desk and unplugging my black iPhone from the small charger, I slipped the thin metal object into my back pocket and stepped down the steps of my home.
Quietly, I shut and locked our dark oak door.
"C'mon we don't have all day!" My sister yet again bugged me.
She rambled on as I got into the sleek silver mini van driven by my father.
"I wonder if we'll run into any of the boys! What if I get Harry to notice me! Oh and Five Seconds of Summer are opening for them I can't wait!" I heard her jittery voice speak as I slowly spaced out.
About half an hour later we arrived at the venue packed full of hormonal girls. I have to admit, I was nervous for the show considering it was the first show of the tour.
I heard Emily groan in discomfort as she stared at the large line.
What felt like hours had passed. My heels ached as they tapped impatiently against the pavement. Finally, we were inside.
I felt the cold air brush against my lips as my family and I entered.
"Where are our seats?" My fingers swiftly moved as I asked my parents. They didn't reply.
I followed them silently (as usual) and sat down in our seats which happened to be fairly close to the stage. Quickly, the seats began to fill up; there were girls everywhere and I couldn't find anything to do as we waited.
The lights dimmed, the arena went crazy as an oh so familiar tune came on.
[play song on side :3 >>]
"she looks so perfect standin there in my American Apparel underwear..."
And the concert went on.
The night slowly dragged on as I was having the time of my life with these crazy tour antics. If I could scream, my voice would be gone.
When the show ended? That's when things got hectic. Girls crowded towards the oh so big exits, eager to leave after a long night.
I frantically looked around me, scanning the aisles in search of my family members.
None.
"Maybe they went to the car?" I reassured myself.
I shimmied my way as politely as I could through the tough crowd. I felt heavy shoves against my shoulder; pushing me against the wall. I felt a pair of expensive Dr. Martens stomp on my cheap all star converse as I finally left the arena.
The cold breeze hit me like a brick as I stepped out. Almost immediately, I locate where our car should be.
Gone.
Okay, maybe they just decided to move the car? They couldn't have just left me like that. Did they?
I felt my back pocket for my phone. Crap. I had given it to Emily because I felt it would've been taken out of my pocket so she put it in her bag type thing.
I began to walk, and walk. I couldn't walk home. It'd take me quite a while. So I circled the venue just...waiting.
It was for what felt like hours. I should've just walked home.
I felt my stomach growl in hunger; unfortunately, I skipped dinner thinking we would get something to eat later. I have no money on me either. My dark brunette hair was damp from the light sprinkle that came from the grey clouds that covered the dark blue sky. It's surprising what can happen in a short period of time.
Suddenly I felt myself bang into a tall, broad body as I felt myself become drowsy; staring at the dark, wet sidewalk.
Immediately, I looked up to see a pair of gorgeous eyes and blond hair accompanying an edgy lip piercing.
Well damn.
Wait..
My eyes suddenly went wide as I realized the all mighty Luke Hemmings was standing in front of me.
"Sorry!" I heard him rush as a large tour bus pulled up behind him. I could hear the loud roars of fangirls who had stayed after the show
An intimidating security guard stepped out as the door opened and the girls neared the bus.
"Get in!" He commanded towards Luke.
"Uh! Ah! Ah!" I tried to say something quickly.
I haven't said anything in so long and when I actually tried to speak, my voice failed me.
I felt an abrupt tug at my left arm. My charm bracelet had latched itself onto Luke's jacket zipper but he didn't seem to notice as the girls arrived in front, screaming.
"Hey you can't go in there!" I heard the man shout towards me but he was immediately caught off guard by a group of girls tugging at Luke's shoe.
The door shut.
I was inside; trapped with 5SOS.
I was lost.
A/N:
I realize this is short but I wanted to know if I should continue this fanfic! Please let me know! xx ~lyna