It’s the day of the One Direction concert.
The day you’ve been anticipating for months, it’s finally here. You spend the morning getting extra dolled up. Months you spent, picking out the perfect outfit, perfect make up, perfect hairstyle. You needed to look stunning, because you were hoping to make a lasting impression on your favorite band mate, Harry Styles.
He was the complete and total package; With his luscious curls, blue eyes, voice of an angel, body of a sex god. You had a huge crush on him for the longest time, and you were determined to charm him today.
The train was five minutes late, but you didn’t notice because you were too excited. The car you stepped into was fairly crowded, but you didn’t mind. The entire time, you constantly checked your appearance in your hand-held mirror, making sure your eyeliner hadn’t smudged, you your hair wasn’t a mess. The train ride itself took around thirty minutes, but you finally arrived in the city. New York City, the concrete jungle.
You were more than excited, practically bouncing up and down as you stood to un-board with the rest of the passengers. One last check in your compact mirror to make sure you looked perfect, and then you were off.
As you stepped from he train, you bump into someone. Swiftly apologizing, you look up to be met by a pair of crystal blue orbs. Instantly you recognize them as Harry Styles’. You put your plan into action a little earlier than scheduled.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You say coolly, casually biting your lip, only because you remember reading in an issue of Cosmo how that subconsciously turns guys on.
“It’s fine, it was my fault anyway.” He replies, with a small smile. “How are you?”
“I’m lovely, and yourself?” You answer, internally freaking out, but keeping a mellow facade so you don’t scare him away. You’ve been waiting too long for this moment, and things seemed to be going well, so you didn’t want to risk ruining everything.
“I’m alright. You’re very pretty, by the way.” He says to you. You almost pass out on the spot, but alas you contain your emotions, and simply say thank you. Both you and Harry begin to ask each other questions about work, family, and life; getting to know each other. He seemed very interested in your life, which you thought was sweet.
After twenty minutes of casual chatting on the train platform, you can definitely feel the chemistry between the two of you. And you think he feels it too, but the way he keeps getting closer and closer to you, like you were magnets attracted to one another. Everything was working to your advantage, and you were sure you would get what you wanted.
He began leaning in towards you, and you took that as the initiation for a kiss. You closed your eyes and puckered up, the only thoughts running through your mind being how are his lips going to taste, and who you were going to tell afterwords. You feel his breath, warm and minty, and your heart beat quickens.
Yet, he doesn’t kiss you.
Confused, you open your eyes too see his face centimeters from yours, his hands on your shoulders, and a creepy smile on his face.
He pushes you in front of the oncoming train.
You fall onto the tracks and bleed to death.