Simple Truths H.S

2.the hat

I froze in my spot when I heard the new deep voice. The only thing keeping me from standing up was the unwelcomeness found in the mans tone. somehow it made me shrink back into the little spot I had.

"Look, I just need help thats all" A British voice says. I can almost hear him sigh after saying it.

"Man, I just helped you, I can't keep lending a hand when you're not helping me back" the mystery man says in once again a deep voice.

"Ill do anything! I told you I would, this is important now!" The British accent starts to get louder.

"I just need help keeping them far away from me,  he's going to catch on soon." he adds in his accent.

I finally get a look to see what was happening infront of me.I feel something slide on my shoulder, and without thunking I just swat it away, to focus back to the scene in-front of me. Just to see harry's face in his hands while the other random guy looks deep in thought.

he looks wide, not as buff as the man in the halls but close enough. He looks young, but not as young as harry. I look over at his attire, which is just a simple suit. Who wears a suit to a concert?

"Ok, Look, ill think about what I can do, and until then just be safe and dont stop look around you." the strange man says before disappearing back into the halls.

Once the door closes, Harrys lets out a big breath and slumps into the nice sofa. But not long after he moves his way out of the room.

Not spearing a chance, I run a little behind him to exit the room.

I move swiftly so he would never notice. 

 before I know it, I'm back into the beige halls once again. And this time it's somehow much easier to navigate. luckily.

 it doesn't take me long before Im back in the main part of the venue.Now just having to find my friends, which won't be hard since the venue is almost completely empty.

how long was I gone?

as I turn corners I hear familiar voices,  just the thought of having to explain to them what just happen makes my stomach fill with unwanted nerves.

"Im telling you, shed rather have a sweatshirt then a hat." 

"No, sweatshirts get dirty, and plus she can use hats to cover her greasy hair"

"When is her hair greasy?! Im telling you, she would want the sweatshirt"

"Since always! Sometimes I think she hasn't taken a shower"

When I round the corner I come face to face with the faces who's voices belonged too.

"YES! your back, thank god. Now tell her, you'd rather have a sweatshirt rather than a hat!" Olivia says with a begging annoyed look. I look over to Amanda, who has a shocked face plastered over her features. 

"mm" I pretend to be in thought, even though I already know which I prefer.

They both have a look of anticipation while they wait for my answer.

"I like the sweatshirt more-" "HA I KNEW IT" " whatever" they interrupt me with their responses.

"let me finish.. I like the sweatshirt more BUT i think Im going to get both."

I don't have any hats, and this ones cute.

Amandas face break out into a smug grin while Olivias looks just pleased that she was right in the beginning.