Their Fault *Completed*

When the Where We Are world stadium tour finaly comes around, the world goes crazy. Back row tickets cost £100 and front row seats don't have a set price, it just keeps going up!!
12 year old Lizzie Elliott wishes she could get a ticket so when her best friend Morgan Thomas tells her he has 3, she feels like her prayers have been answered. After all, how much would front row tickets to see the biggest band in the world cost? But even weirder, how did Morgan get them?......
Lizzie falls into a coma during the concert and no one knows why. Morgan hasnt got a clue why, but the 2 bands were the only ones around at the time, sobelieves it is 1D and 5sos's faults.
It turns him crazy. Crazy enough to kill...

BTW the sequel is called Deaths Revenge. If you enjoyed this then you will enjoy DR!!!


3. Chapter 3

~~*************Morgan’s p.o.v*************

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.                                                                                                                                                                                      
Nooooo. One below my high score.
“Yes?” I said looking up.
“Get your coat we’re going to the club.”
I dragged myself off my bed , the club was the club of my dad’s football team, South London Leaders. Its great there, noise, football and friends. It isn’t a bad place to be, away from all the people who call me camp and bully me and my best friend Lizzie for being friends. We hadn’t been to the club for a while because dad had been away in LA helping direct some new movie and it was strict rule in our house that no one went to the club without dad. We arrived slightly later than anticipated because mum couldn’t find her best cardi. We arrived just as the Man U vs Chelsea match was beginning. I settled into a corner and got out my phone and began again.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Still wanting those Where We Are tickets?” asked a familiar voice in my ear.
“Hi Jake,” I said without looking up, “yes I am.”
Jake was my best friend after Lizzie. We had met in the club and had instantly became friends.
“Come with me,” he whispered, “Just met a guy round back, selling tickets, front row”
I left my seat and slipped my phone into my pocket. Jake dragged me round the side of the building, muttering something under his breath. Not really concentrating on where we were going I quickly checked how much money I had in my wallet. £250. I hoped it was enough. In front of us a tall man stepped out of the shadows.
“Carlos,” he murmured in a strong Spanish accent “ 3 tickets are £150” He had long dark hair and a goatee. He looked like an action film villain.
I nodded and handed him 3 £50 notes. He held them up to the light then handed me the tickets. We left quickly, not wanting to be caught hanging round with this man. As we left I took my phone out my pocket and dialled Lizzie’s number…


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