There I was, front row tickets to see Five Seconds Of Summer. Finally. I was so close that I could just about touch them. I screamed their lyrics back at them. "You're just a little bit out of my limit!"
Luke sang loudly into the microphone and looked down at the crowds, never once catching my eye. But it was okay, this was enough. Just being at this concert was enough for me. I stared up at him, watching him, he was perfect in every single way.
I had day dreamed many times about meeting him, but I knew that that was probably never going to happen. I couldn't afford those ridiculously expensive meet and greet tickets, and my parents wouldn't pay for them. Besides, even if I ever met him, I would never be remembered anyways.
After the concert
I walked out of the stadium amidst a large crowd, being pushed and shoved down the walkway until I broke free. I straightened my outfit and pulled up my jeans. I was wearing a black tank top with a skull and crossbones on the front and a pair of heavily ripped black skinny jeans with black stilettos. I walked down the road towards the alleyway where I had parked my car right next to the stadium.
The streets were packed with people, but the alleyway where I had parked was dark and quiet. I fumbled around for my keys in my leather studded bag, before hearing the swinging of rusty hinges from a graffitied door to my left. I startled and turned in that direction, only to see the one and only Luke Hemmings appear out of it. "Oh my god!" I gasped, stumbling a little in my heels.
"Shit!" He swore, looking around. He looked at me coldly. "Look chick, I don't know who you are, but I'm not doing any autographs. I just want to go to my hotel room, so can you please shut up about this, yeah?" He said, glaring at me the whole time.
I was dumbfounded, staring at him with my mouth open. "What?" I asked him.
"You heard me. Now shut your trap before you catch flies," he said rudely. My mouth popped open again. "I've heard it before," he said. "Oh my god! It's Luke Hemmings! You are so hot!" He said, putting a high pitched voice on.
I glared back at him. "Wow," I said. "I never pictured you to be such an asshole." I said coldly. He did a double take.
"What did you just call me?" He asked, laughing slightly.
"An asshole." I replied simply. "Because that is exactly what you are acting like. Sorry if I hurt your feelings, pretty boy." I snarled at him.
"And your name would be?" He asked, taking a step closer to me.
"Taylor Ray," I replied, unlocking my car. "Not that you would care anyway." I said, stepping into it and reversing out. In my rearview mirror I saw him walking fast after the car, waving his hands, before he was mobbed by a large crowd of screaming fans. "Serves him right," I mumbled to myself as I drove through the slightly damp Melbourne streets.
When I got to my house,no climbed the stairs and went into my bedroom, glaring in disgust at the boy in all of my Five Seconds Of Summer posters. "What an ass," I said to myself as I changed into another black tank top and some shorts to sleep in. I got into bed after turning all the lights off and pulled the covers up to my chin.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard something being thrown against my window. It sounded like gravel. "What in the world?" I asked myself, before climbing out of bed and going to check out what the commotion was.
A/N: Hey guys, so I know that this fanfic is a little bit unorthodox, but I wanted to give a new spin on it. This is my first non-one direction fanfic, so I hope you'll give it a shot! I'll try to update as much as I can, and I'll also be working on my other books Just Another Ordinary Girl, Neighbors? Yes Please! (The Sequel), A Long Lost Friend and The Artist as much as possible, so please check those out if you haven't already! Won't you favorite and comment if you liked this so far? :) Okay, thanks guys! Much loves! Kay xx