Liz's POV

After the loooooong day at school, I was walking back to the place where I parked my bicycle with my friend Sarah. She was so excited about her date with Luke and was blabbering about how she would dress for her date, where they are going for the date, etc.

I don't have any experience in dating so I just listened to her without uttering a word. 

I've been single my whole life but I love being single. Yes single life is not that bad. It feels so good to be independent and hey, I don't have to spent time on boys and instead I can spent that time on my studies. But when did I start spending time on studies though? 

But still sometimes I feel like I'm missing something, my heart is missing something. The feeling of being loved. There isn't a lot of people who loves me truly, so I decided at least I have to be honest with myself and love me truly.

 Man this shit is deep. When did I start to talk like this?

" He told me to dress fancy. so it's probably going to be a dinner at a restaurant . Or will it be something else?"I heard Sarah ask me.

"He told you to dress fancy, right? So it will probably be a dinner. It can be something else too though.", I winked at her.

"You are not helping at all."

"Oh, come on. How am I, a girl like me going to help you in matters like this?", I questioned.

"Just saying. Okay then bye Liz, see you on Monday."

"Noooo. I don't want Monday. Ughh!!"

Sarah then walked to her car giggling. I jumped on my bicycle and started riding home.

My parents are pretty rich. My mom is a doctor and my dad is a business man. They both have the money to buy even a Ferrari for me ( okay maybe not a Ferrari ), but they still want me to ride a bicycle itself.

I don't really mind though. I love travelling around in my bicycle. The way the air touched my face, how the wind made my hair move. Everything was just perfect.

I actually have 2 bicycle - The one I'm riding right now and another one which my cousin gave me when he left for college. I actually don't use it because of its size. My cousin was a 6 ft giant and therefore his bike was a big one.

*Skip the ride to home*

When I reached home I was greeted by Elena. She served me a cup of coffee and some biscuits. After finishing it, I went back to my room.

My mom wasn't home, neither was my dad. When I reached my room i went and took a quick shower and started doing my homework. Even though it was a Friday night and usually teenagers like me go party and hangout at this hour, I couldn't. Why? Because my parents doesn't allow me to go for parties, not even my friends' birthday parties. I know, they are strict AF.

I sighed a sigh of relief when I finally finished the shit tonne of homework I had. I checked the time and it was 8:14. My parents still didn't reach home. 

Hmm, I should ground them for coming home late. Just kidding!

I then take out my violin and starts playing it. My grandpa bought me this violin when I was 11. Since then it was my best friend. I was self taught because my parents weren't interested in me learning music, but i was still pretty good.

I started playing Dusk till Dawn by zayn and it sounded really good. 

(Just imagine that she was playing like the one in the video given above.)

" Zayn why did you have to leave."

After playing my violin for a while I decided to check my social media. Thankfully I don't have a social media ban.

I was scrolling through my Instagram and other social medias looking at the pictures my friends posted. It was them partying all night and having the best time of their life. I feel like I'm ruining the best years of my life. 

Suddenly a notification popped up, snapping me out of thoughts,

It was about a Shawn Mendes Concert. 

Shawn Mendes Concert in London, Manchester and Liverpool.

Tickets are out now.

Holy shit! This can't be real. He is coming to Manchester, that's where I live. OMG! I can't believe this. I need to go for this concert. I love Shawn so much and I'm not going to miss an opportunity to see him sing live.

I know that my parents are really strict and they are probably gonna say 'No' but I don't really care. I somehow have to make them agree. The only reason I'm still not dead or depressed is because of music, and Shawn is someone who makes heavenly music. 

I need to go for this concert.

It as 9 'o' clock and my parents were home. My father, mother and I were sitting around the dining table eating our dinner. The room was so quiet. I had to tell them about the concert.

I cleared my throat a bit too loudly indicating that I had something to speak about. Both my mom's and dad's eyes were on me now. A small beed of sweat was gliding down the side of my face. I was nervous.

"Umm... So, there is a Shawn Mendes concert here in Manchester next month.", I managed to speak out.

"Who's is Shawn Mendes?", my mom asked.

"He is a Canadian singer and songwriter. He makes amazing music and you both know my love for music, right?"

"Yeah, so?" My dad asked

I then took  a deep breath and said, "I would like to go for this concert. Tickets are out now. So can I please go?"

"No.", my mom and dad said in unison.

"Please, I really wanna go.", I begged.

"Why do you want to go for a stupid concert where some Canadian is screaming on top of his lungs. It's just a waste of time and money. You have a lot of other things to do Liz.", my mom replied without even bothering to look at me,

"But I wanna go- "

"No means no Liz, learn to accept that.", my dad cuts me off.

That's when I totally lost it. 

"Why are you both always doing this to me. You never let me hangout with my friends, you never let me learn music, you won't let me keep a pet and now you are denying me to go to one of my favorite singer's concert. I never got a chance to live the life of a normal teenager just because of your overprotective nature. I am not at all happy with my life, in fact I'm tired of living a life like this. The only thing that keeps me alive is music and now I'm denied that too. I HATE MY LIFE."

My parents were shocked to see me react like this. Whenever they said 'no' to me I would just keep quiet and accept it, but this time it was different and they weren't expecting it. 

"Liz go back to your room. NOW!!" , my dad yelled at me.

I was so freaking angry and I sprinted to my room, closed my door and lay down on my bed. Tears started forming in my eyes. Why was my life like this? Without any fun. Without any love.

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