Chances || H.S.

25 | Surprise

Harry:

"Thank you, Thank you," I pause a moment to bring my hands to my mouth to blow yet another kiss to the crowd before I bow one more time. "Thank you!"

With my final goodbye, I turn and jog to the arms of Mitch who is letting go of an embrace with Sarah. I crash into him, almost knocking him over and causing a deep laugh to fall from his lips. The crowd is deafening as we make our way off stage as the house lights are turning back on signaling that the show is actually over.

My mood instantly turned around earlier when I spotted Easton in the crowd. She surprised me by standing there the whole show, completely in her own element. Almost like she was in her own little world down there.

So just as she surprised me, I surprised her and really the rest of the crowd by playing Kiwi three times in a row.

Remind me to never do that again though, because holy fuck I think I almost died. Sometimes I forget that I have asthma and that pushing it too far can be dangerous.

It was worth it though when I saw the crowd's reaction, but when my eyes glazed over to Easton and her jaw was unhinged, I knew what she was thinking.

We spill off the stage and everyone is trying to catch their breath as we take it all in. I smile when I watch Adam and his wife embrace, their kid clinging onto his leg begging for Adam to pick him up. Sarah and Mitch are wrapped up in each other and I find myself looking for the only person I have any interest in seeing besides my mom and Gemma, but my mind is on one person right now.

Jeff and Glenne are in my line of sight and he smiles and nods towards the direction of my dressing room, letting me know that who I am looking for is more than likely there. 

I nod to everyone as I walk away, them knowing who I am looking for. I make a beeline for my dressing room praying that she'll be there by herself because all of my emotions are now threatening to bubble up and spillover. But I push them down for the sake of trying to avoid them until I have time to really process what I am feeling.

I finally make it to my dressing room after a few turns down the hallways and I take a deep breath before I swing the door open. And sure enough, when I'm granted access to the room, there she is, leaned up against the counter with a smug look on her face.

She's dressed in a short, crocodile leather skirt and matching jacket with a simple white cropped tank top with her hair in a sleek ponytail. On her feet are a pair of black boots that I just know are Gucci. The whole outfit is enough to bring me to my knees, but looking at her, I feel a small amount of annoyance rise inside of my chest.

"You must think you are so funny," I break the silence but stay standing in the doorway, sweat still dripping down my forehead from my curls.

"What do you mean?" She responds innocently as she braces her hands on either side of her hips on the counter. But I know she knows what I am getting at.