Just An Idiot ~Liam Payne~ *TEMPORARY HIATUS*

You know what people say about Love Hate Relationships? Yeah, well, they're true. You fight like a married couple, yet find yourself making up both apologizing. It's a stupid thing actually. The funniest part was, it started with an accidental kiss.


3. Chapter 2

"Here put this on." A fabric was quickly thrown at me. I pulled it off my face and stared at it, "No."


"If you're going to a concert, you have to look like a fan!" I rolled my eyes and threw the shirt on the floor, "Why do you even have this T-Shirt anyway?" 


"No reason." Quinn mumbled.


"You like them. That's why you have it." I said, not really bothered too much by it. 

The fact that she liked them was nothing new to me. I was far from oblivious of the fact. Whenever Henry, I think it was Henry, was brought up in conversation her mood instantly brightened. No lame jokes needed. 


"Maybe a little." she confessed.


"Or a lot. Don't worry, I don't care." I said while sitting on her bed.


"Yeah, whatever. Shit! You have 2 hours to get ready. Go! Change into something, please!" She pleaded desperately.


I stared at the enormous pile of clothes on her bed, some T-Shirts catching my eye. I grabbed a random T-Shirt and walked into her bathroom. Glancing at the fabric in my hands, I scrunched my nose, of all the T-Shirts, I picked the one I was caught staring at.


"You have got to be kidding me." I fake gagged at how I looked. I looked like a fan girl, and I didn't like that.


I stepped out of the bathroom with a new desire to throw up, "I don't want to. I'm changing."


"No way!" Quinn said quickly. "Just walk out the front door and get your sister. Then bam, the night will be over before you even know it began." 


I groaned and tried going back to the bathroom, but she made sure I couldn't go anywhere near it. I hate you so much, Quinn.




"Get in the car!!" 

"But I-"

"I don't care. Get in the car or you don't go at all!!" With the last few words leaving my mouth, Sarah ran out of the house and jumped into the backseat without a second's hesitation. I rolled my eyes at the overly excited preteen. She held her smile as I pulled the car out of the driveway.


A few torturous minutes of hearing her belt out notes from some of One Direction's songs, and I had had it. I switched the car radio from CD to radio, in record time. I didn't like the fact that I was going to the concert, but to hear the music on the way there as well? Now you're just pushing my buttons undeniably hard.


"What did you do that for?"


"Same reason I pulled the plug of your stereo out of the socket yesterday. My ears prefer to not bleed" I replied to her with another eye roll.


The car was silent until I heard the radio announcer say, "And here we are with the hit single What Makes You Beautiful!"


I groaned and changed the station, only to be greeted by the same exact words and song. Trying again, I clicked the station button. This time the song was different but I recognized it as Justin Bieber. 


I let the song play and soon enough right after that was the song "One Thing" by guess who. One Direction! Yay!!! Not. Oh, the irony of the situation. 


Sarah laughed at my frustration as she sang along to the song. I eventually just gave up, knowing that the little shit had one this round. 


I guess this is punishment for calling her a twat. Maybe the world knows I"m being forced to a concert and then decided to put me through more torture than I was already going to.


This was going to be a wonderful ride... Fuck this shit, It's going to be a hell of a lot longer than I intended it to be.


Wonderful, simply grand.



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