Antidote ;Sequel to Kryptonite;

Chapter Eight: Pause

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. So, when a famous band gives you free concert tickets, go to the concert. It was a simple as that, right? Wrong. My mind went through every possible scenario if I went. Someone could spot me as 'Tina', I could get lost, Harry could see me... Harry. My heart started to beat faster just at the thought. I thought I was past everything. But what if when I saw him I went crumpling? All that hard work would be a waste. I was tired of crying and feeling so fragile. My feelings were all over the place- was I over Harry?

Ever since Lucy had shown me that video of him saying he loved me or still does, I've been confused. Was he saying that all for show? How come he never told me? Has that changed since the interview? I had a million questions and no answers. As I stared at the tickets, my mind began to wander.

A warm hand caressed my cheek. I sighed into his hand and gave it a soft kiss. His husky voice whispered into my ear. "You're so beautiful." His breath tickled my neck and caused me to scoot closer to him. The bed was huge and had more than enough room for us. Instead, we were pressed up together on his side. Those big green eyes stared down at me as I stared right back. "Hi," his lips turned up in a smile.

"Hi," I whispered back. Before I could say another thing, those lips I couldn't stop staring at descended onto mine. His lips were so soft- pure heaven. I closed my eyes as I lost myself in the kiss. His kisses made me momentarily forget my name. My knees were weak and I was thankful we had been lying down otherwise they would have buckled. His strong arm pulled me closer to him. His large hands gliding down my back and grabbing me. He nipped at my bottom lip causing my mouth to open. As the kiss deepened, I felt my entire body tingle.

I don't know how long I had been staring at the tickets. My mind lost in old memories of Harry. My fingers reached up and touched my bottom lip. I was starting to forget just how wonderful his kisses were. My memories fading. All I knew is that each kiss felt like a firework but I forgot how a firework felt. I could picture it but I couldn't relive it.

After a long internal debate, I decided to woman up. I'm sure Harry wouldn't see me. In a crowd of thousands, I would be hidden. I needed to get out this hotel and get fresh air. The rest of the band had offered that to me with free tickets. I also wanted to see them to let them know I actually came. Before I knew it, I was picking out an outfit and getting ready. I was actually going to do this.

In a flash of my eyes, I was in a jam packed stadium with a thousand screaming girls. My head pounded or maybe it was my heart. I couldn't tell because I was so overwhelmed by the lights and sounds. The boys were jumping and dancing around the stage, pouring their hearts into their performance. My brain was going crazy and I felt like it was about to fry. I wanted to look at each boy but my eyes kept gravitating back to him. Each time my gaze went back to him, I lost my breath momentarily. All thought escaped me as I looked at him. He was so close that all I had to do was jump and he'd see me. I wasn't exactly hidden in the second row so if was looking hard he could spot me. Did I want him to see me?

God, he looked so different. His skin was tan and glowing. His teeth whiter. His hair still curly but tamed and styled in the front. His features had sharpened and his jawline was to die for. Something about him just gave off this dark and mysterious feel. Maybe it was his new wardrobe which consisted of skin tight pants, boots, and a tight black shirt. He was more mature now and he even had new tattoos on his arm. He wasn't my Harry.

I guess we both had changed but I didn't expect him to do an entire 360 on his persona. A whole year and a half. And Harry was finally within my reach. My stomach was doing belly flops as his voice floated to my ears. He was so heavenly... His voice was pure. Harry Styles was in front of me. Holy shit- he was in front of me. I looked up to see him bent over, microphone in hand and eyes searching the crowd. He kept them above my head as he looked out at the audience. When he reached his hand out to the crowd, girls swarmed like a pack of hungry wolves. I didn't dare reach out my hand. With my luck, he'd make eye contact with me. What then?

The question stuck with me. What then? What if Harry does see me? Will Harry want to talk to me? Question after question popped in my head with no answers. Maybe coming wasn't the brightest idea. I mean... I think I'm over him but if I actually talked to him... I don't know how strong I am. I know in my heart I can't hold onto him forever. If he's moved on... But if he hasn't? The video that girl showed me on the bus threw me off. I felt like I had taken one step forward to getting over Harry, but ten steps back. Did he love me? Does he love me?

At some point, the concert ended. I was lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed the boys waving goodbye and walking offstage. I looked down at the pass hanging around my neck. Should I go backstage? Was it a good idea? No, it was an absolutely awful idea. I should have never come. I didn't come to California to see One Direction. I came to California to confront my dad.

"Tina?" A gruff voice disturbed my thoughts. I looked up to see a man with the words 'SECURITY' printed across his shirt.

"Y-Yes?"

"Niall told to come get you so you can come backstage."

"Oh... Oh! Okay." Nervously, I followed after the man. There was still time to turn around and run all the way back to the hotel. On the count of three. One... Two... Th-

"Babe!" Babe? A sweaty body launched themselves onto me. I laughed as Niall detached himself from me. "Did you love it? I saw you out there. I saw you sing along!" I didn't even notice that I had sung along.

"You did fantastic!" I pulled him in for another hug. My eyes darted around as I took in our surroundings. I was in a dressing room that was currently being emptied.

"Thanks love," Niall grinned. "Want to find the rest of the boys?"

"The rest?" As my eyes grew wide, Niall put a hand on my shoulder.

"Not all of them..." He hinted. "One of them tends to get weird and distant after a show."

"If you say so..." My voice didn't sound too sure but Niall was pulling me out of the room and down the hall.

"They should be by the bus. I'm so glad you enjoyed the concert. It was loud! I feel bad for your ears."

"Chris!" Before I could answer Niall, two more people jumped onto me. Zayn was drenched in sweat and managed to wipe it all over me. Louis cackled at the childish actions of his fellow band mates.

"You guys need a shower as soon as possible." I pretended to gag and plug my nose. We kept walking down the hallway to find Liam. I wanted to give him a hug before I left. "You all sounded amazing. I wish I could sing like y'all..."

"I missed that southern twang so bad," Louis pulled me to his side, hugging me while we walked. "It has felt like ages since I've heard someone say y'all." Yeah, a year and a half.

As we walked out the door to the fresh air, I sighed in relief. There was Liam, talking to a girl I couldn't see. I could say a few words and get out before it was too late. On that thought, a body had walked off the bus. I skidded to a stop and felt my entire world freeze. Our eyes locked and his jaw dropped. My heart was ready to explode. Every word was caught in my throat and I couldn't breath. Was this happening?

"Christina?" When he said my name, I nearly fainted. His expression twisted from looking like he saw a ghost to a cold stare. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked back into the bus. The door slammed behind him and my heart squeezed.

The girl that had been talking to Liam turned around to me. "Oh... It's you," she said my name with such venom. Who was she? Her jet black hair cut off at her shoulders with streaks of red and blue mixed in. Her face told me she wasn't a fan of me by the way her nose scrunched up in disgust. She was littered in tattoos all over her arms and legs by what I could see in her cut off booty shorts. Tossing her hair as she walked, the girl followed after Harry but not before giving me one last mean glare. Was she with Harry? Who was this girl?

My lungs couldn't function. My vision was blurry as my head started to spin. This didn't happen the way I planned for it to.

What was going on?