You're my Kryptonite | H.S

♪ 22 - No control ♪

A/N: OK, I just wanted to say that Louis and Harry look ADORABLE in the picture. No? If you don't agree, you ppl are totally blind! HOTTIES, AND THEY R MINE!!! LOL! Now, back to the story.

Mackenzie's POV

I pushed through the crowd, towards the entrance. There, a freaking guard blocked my entrance.

OK, time to beg!

"Please, let me in," I begged. "I need to see Harry Styles, it's urgent!"

"Sorry, concert is sold out," he answered, slightly holding me back. "Besides, no one is allowed to see the boys without backstage passes."

"Please, it's me, Mackenzie Star," I stated. When I did, his expression clearly said he recognized me.

He opened the doors open for me, and I thanked him, rushing inside.

Inside, I tried to find the stage. It was hard, as I was strutting around backstage, having absolutely no idea how I ended up here.

I ran around some more, till I started hearing hums of music. When I took five more steps to the right, lights shone on me.

What?

I moved my hand away from my eyes and gazed around, trying to figure out where I was.

When I looked in front of me, I saw a crowd of over a thousand people, all gaping at me. Then I realized where I was.

OMFG! I'M ON THE FUCKING STAGE!!! HOW DID I GET HERE???

I weakly smiled at the crowd, and surprisingly, they smiled back and started shouting even louder than before. At the top of their lungs, their screams piercing my eardrums.

And the weird part: they were chanting my name! And Harry's! Together!

Finally, one of the boys looked in my direction. When he did so, Niall's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, I was afraid flies would go inside.

One by one, all the boys realized my presence, and when Harry finally looked at me, he was so surprised that while he was walking towards me, he tripped and landed flat on his face.

Poor guy! He just embarrassed himself! OK, control your laughter!

That caused the whole crowd to burst into laughter. Even the lads started laughing, and it was impossible to prevent my giggles either.

I crouched down in front of him, grinning as he moaned and looked at me, running his hand through his hair.

"What are you doing here?" he muttered.

"Sorry," I whispered. "But I needed to talk to you. I just didn't know I'd end up onstage."

He nodded as I helped him get on his feet. Then, he picked up his microphone from the floor and made a surprising announcement.

"Sorry, folks," he smiled. "I have an urgent meeting I have to attend, so I won't be performing tonight. The other four will entertain you for the rest of the night, peace out!"

He dropped the mic, (literally, it went crashing down. Oops, now he'll have to pay for that!) grabbed my wrist and sprinted of the stage, dragging me along with him.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"Somewhere private," he yelled.

Just us. All alone.

I'm eager and daunted at the same time, with many more feelings gathering in the pit of my stomach.

Please, let this talk go well ... or else I'll just go to Canada.

And break all contact from the boys.

♪

Turns out, this 'private place' he was talking about was actually One Direction's dressing room. Great, so he thinks the best place to talk is where he and the boys get ready before their concerts and shows.

But, my mind changed when he locked the door, and started staring at me sternly.

Suddenly, he stormed towards me and started kissing me. I was shocked at first, but then I gave in to the temptation of ... this feeling that I get when I'm with Harry.

I'm pretty sure it's love.

Oh god! I love Harry.

No, actually, I'm in love with Harry.

Oh Harry, why do you always make me so giddy and bubbly inside when you kiss me?

His touches send shivers down my spine. God, my mind feels like it's going to explode.

I push away from him so I can regain my breath. He panted and moved two steps away from me.

"Um ... I-I'm s-sorry," he stammered. "I should - I should get g-going."

As soon as his hand reached the doorknob, I screamed. He's not allowed to leave me again. Not this time. Not ever.

"I won't let you abandon me," I yelled, stopping him from taking any more rational actions. "Again."

His head turned around to look into my eyes. I could see pain and deep love behind them.

"Harry," whispered. "I love you, and I want to date you."

That's when he grinned and rushed towards me.

"I knew you'd come around," he smirked.

What?

Suddenly, he picked me up and started spinning me around. I let out a squeal, and after a minute, or so, he put me back on the ground.

"What was that for?" I giggled.

"I was really excited?" he shrugged.

I smirked, and playfully smacked his chest.

"Love, I really have no control around you at times." he mumbled, stroking my cheek.

"Sing that song to me," I cupped his face. "Please?"

He sighed, giving in to my exasperating demand. Or so I thought, because when he smiled, I felt like he waa happy that I finally made that request.

"Stained coffee cup,

Just a fingerprint of lipstick's not enough.

Sweet where you lay,

Still a trace of innocence on the pillow case.

Waking up,

Beside you I'm a loaded gun.

I can't contain this anymore.

I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control.

Powerless,

And I don't care it's obvious.

I just can't get enough of you,

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed.

No control,"

He stopped and started smirking at me. I cocked my head to one side in confusion. Suddenly, he cupped my cheeks and started kissing me.

The pleasure kisses he gave me made me feel like I was on cloud 9. He pushed me against the wall and started to kiss me passionatley.

Harry! You are just ... amazing! Words can't describe how you make me feel!

We pulled away, trying to regain our breaths.

"I love you," Harry panted.

"I love you too," I sighed, smiling giddily.

In short words: this day and this moment was absolutely perfect.