*Author’s note*
The very first chapter! I'm excited to see where this story will take me :) Thanks for reading guys!
And the outfit is on the side :D I love it!
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Chapter 1 - @Julia_Golafshan (twitter)
“IT’S TONIGHT!!” I yelled down the phone to my best friend Katie, “I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CONCERT FOR OVER A YEAR, AND IT’S FLIPPING TONIGHT!!”
My hands shook as I tried to pack my bag for the night while talking to Katie, but multitasking has never really been my thing, so I gave up and lay on my bed.
“I just can’t believe this day has finally come! I feel like I’m invincible now!”
My little rant left me breathless – I’m sick, and my disease leaves me weak.
The doctors call it anorexia, but I call it beauty.
Anyway, I don’t really like to talk about it, but it makes me feel tired very easily.
“Grace! You have to calm down girl! Those VIP tickets will be wasted if you meet them acting like a high-strung horse!”
Yes, my best friend just compared me to a horse. She loves horses – a lot.
This certain analogy has been used many times before by Katie, but I like to humor her; after all, she is my best friend.
“I know, I know. I should probably just act really chilled about meeting them. Right? So that I don’t go crazy when I actually get there?”
“You got it, Grace. Trust me, you’re going to thank me for the advice later, I know it!”
“Yeah,” I sighed, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with a wave of anxiety, “I just hope they like me.”
“Oh, chin up and smile! They’re going to love you,” she said enthusiastically, but I didn’t really believe her. After, I’m plain old Grace. But Katie kept talking.
“But you don’t have time to worry about that! You have to pick out what you’re going to wear!!”
“Like I haven’t already done that! But just like all the other outfits I pick, I keep changing and swapping. I’ll never be able to pick my clothes out!”
“Well, you’ll look beautiful in anything,” Katie said quietly, as I picked myself up from my comfortable bed and started looking through messy pile of clothes.
“You don’t have to lie to me Katie, I know I’m ugly. But I just need to lose a bit more weight, and then I’ll be beautiful, okay?”
“I have to go,” Katie said bluntly, “I hope you have fun, and know I love you, okay? Take loads of pictures.”
I opened my mouth, but all I heard was the disconnection sound.
Katie hates it when I put myself down, especially because of my ‘condition’ – she says that when I put myself down, she feels like it’s her fault for letting it get this far.
Finally I decided what I would wear – a summer dress that was a pastel green color, with some cute silver jewelry, a cute silver clutch, and silver shoes.
My most expensive pair of heels are going to a concert, but there is no way on earth that I would wear them in a place where they could break at any time!
So I put the heels into a bag where they would be safe and breakage-free; then I grabbed a pair of flats.
It took me forever to style my hair, but I decided to braid the middle of my hair, and pin it up, and then curl both sides of my hair, and let the sides hang loose.
It didn’t look that good; my hair is really brittle, and breaks quite easily, so to make it look a little better I blow-dried the curls, and then gently put some hair gel on them.
“You look great,” mum said from my bathroom doorway, “come and give me a hug.”
“Thank you for these tickets mum – you have NO idea how badly I wanted them,” I said to her as we hugged, but she just chuckled.
“Believe me, I have a pretty good idea of your obsessiveness,” she teased, and I poked my tongue out at her.
“Is that even a word?”
“Obsessiveness? It is now,” she smiled, and I grinned.
Half an hour later, we were on the road, and on our way to my first ever concert – and I had VIP tickets!
I still couldn’t believe it, but as we got closer and closer to the arena, it started to sink in.
I was going to meet one direction in less than half an hour.
Once we got to the actual arena, I kept getting tossed between people – at least, that’s what it felt like.
Loads of people gave me really judgmental looks, but I just smiled at them.
After all, the only person who can get to you is you.
We battled our way onwards, and finally found a security guard, who we asked to help escort us backstage.
Of course, by this time my lips were practically bleeding from the constant lip-biting – I can’t help it! When I get nervous, I bite my lips.
“It’s alright,” Mum whispered, “If they’re as nice as you say they are, you will be fine Grace!”
We kept walking, and I started to feel tired again, but then we suddenly stopped.
“Here we are, ladies, have a nice night and enjoy the show,” the security guard said politely, continuing to walk in the same direction.
I started shaking with nervousness, and mum quickly pulled my heels out of her bag, where we had put them to keep them safe.
“Just put these on, and give me your flats, and go in there. YOU WILL BE FINE!” She said sternly, and then kissed me on the cheek.
“Have the time of your life,” she whispered, winking at me as she moved towards some lounges placed in the middle of the hall.
I didn’t even have time to take in a deep breath as the door suddenly swung open, revealing a very smug looking Louis.