okay guys. this is nowhere NEAR being done, but i wanted to give you a taste. i still have to Edit like A LOT but heres a little part. Love ya!!xxxxx
I stand in the crowd of insane girls, swooning, and screaming. I stand strong though, and hold my front row spot gripping the metal bar in front of me. The crowd begins to roar as a large black limo approaches. My knees go weak and I start to wobble.
First out of the limo, I see a head of dark curly curls. Harry. Next Niall, and then Louis bounce out of the limo after Harry. Out of the other door piles Zayn, and then Liam. Oh my gosh. This cant be happening. They stand in a line and wave to the ladies, flashing grins that make me die on the inside. I want to melt. This feels like a dream. I push my clunky braclets further down on my arm. As the boys decend in between the aisle, i feel my heart start to race faster. My palms start to sweat. The boys gently hug and hig-five fans as they pass. After what seems like hours, they are finally right in front of me and i reach out desperatley to pull Harry into a hug. I squeeze him tight, and he squeezes back.
I feel his curly hair on my neck, and giggle feeling giddy. Harry starts to pull away, and so I release a little dissapointed. When he pulls away, he stares into my eyes. This happens a lot. My eyes are... diffrent. They are a big, emrald green, with flecks of blue and gold. Everyone always tells me how georgeous they are. Harry is obiousley liking what he is seeing. I reach to push a strand of my gold hair out of my face, when my bracylets slide up my arm, revealing dozens of scars on my wrist. I struggle to push them back down my arm to hide my wrist. But it was to late. Harry glanced down and saw. He stared at me confused, and sympathetic. I stare back, heat rising to my cheeks. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I stand, dumbfounded, heart beating uncontrollaby. Paul calls him to hurry along. Harry pulls a purple sharpie from his pocket, and reaches for my hand, scribbling somthing on it. "Stop." He tells me as he squeezes my hand, and scurries off to his concert. I feel like some one just kicked me in the gut. i l inspect my face in my i phones camera. My face looks blotchy and white, my pores are huge, and my eyes are big and hollow looking. I slowly raise my hand to my eyes to find what Harry wrote. "Call me" under that, he put his phone number. Holy Shoot. Harry Styles just gave me his phone number. I add his contact in my phone so I won't lose it. this cannot be happining. I turn to my best friend Cameron who clutches a signed poster to her chest. "I'm in love." She gasps, fluttering her eyelashes. I grab her hand, and we sprint to find our seats.
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That is a picture of the main character.
