She kept her eyes on me all night. Not that I was being subtle either. I had to figure out a way to get closer. The next songs came and went. Whenever I started to feel like I was losing it, I simply looked over at her and I was okay. It was so weird how I got so much comfort from a complete stranger. She didn't feel like a stranger though. It felt like we had spent a lifetime together. We understood each other's darkest emotions, with a single look. The boys and I were wrapping up the second to last song when Louis started blabbing to the crowd. I was trying to keep my eyes on her, so I could find her after the show, when I heard Louis say
"For this last song, we want to bring up one of you fine folks on stage." He was scanning the audience, looking for someone. I completely forgot that we had planned to do this. Louis started to motion for a ten year old girl with glasses to come up on stage. I looked towards the back, and found my mystery girl still perched next to the bar. Before I could think about it, I cut Louis off mid sentence and motioned towards her.
"How about the lovely lady in the back." I spoke. Her head snapped up, and she immediately looked at me in confusion. I nodded in assurance. She hesitated, but ran a hand through her long hair and took one last swig of her drink. Louis was looking at me in complete befuddlement, but I couldn't take my eyes away long enough to actually see his face. She looked down at the floor as she made her way towards me, but I could see a small smile was spread across her face. As she approached the stage, I leaned down and extended my hand out to her. Her eyelashes swept up, and she gazed up at me with those stunning amber eyes, melting everything inside of me. I inhaled a raspy breath, trying to control the desire coursing through my body. The things I would do to this girl. I raised my eyebrows dangerously as she laid her delicate hand inside of mine. I thought I heard her let out a small gasp , but I was so drunk on the feeling of her skin against mine that I could have imagined it. I folded my fingers around hers, and gently pulled her up onto the stage. The audience clapped in approval at the maneuver, but I barely heard it. I placed my hand in the small of her back and guided her towards the center of the stage.
The crowd was screaming in anticipation of our final song, but I took my time drinking in every second of this moment with her. I leaned down close to her ear, but stopped suddenly. The smell. She- the train-. I couldn't even form a full thought. She was the girl on the train. Daffodils, cinnamon and rain, poured into me, filling up my lungs making me dizzy with pleasure. How? How was she here? Her hair was still tousled in that sexy way, and I could see those curves that fit so perfectly against me beneath her black dress. I looked to her long legs, and all of a sudden let out an abrupt snort of laughter. She was on stage in front of a rather large crowd of people with one of the biggest boy bands in the world, and she forgot to put her shoes on. I mused at her current state, leaning in close enough so that my lips brushed against her ear.
"darling, why are you barefoot?" I asked in a raspy tone. She hesitated for a moment, leaning back ever so slight into me. It was as if she was saying
yes Harry, I was the one who made you hard in the middle of a New York subway car. Do you remember me now? But of course her features gave away no signs that she even recognized me. She pulled her hand from mine, letting it brush against my thigh. Before smirking and responding
"because I didn't know I would be on stage tonight" Her eyebrows were drawn up in a daunting way. I forced my eyes from hers. I had to figure out a way to be around this girl without being so obvious about how attracted I was to her. Best if I focused on the crowd. I pushed up my sleeves and headed away from her warmth.
"Alright then New York! GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT FOR THIS LAST SONG!" I screamed hoping to hide my giddy love sick excitement.
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