Your Little Secret {Harry Styles Fanfic}

3: Meet and Greets

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"Mollie, I am going to be in the same room as One Direction, I am actually going to breathe the same air as One Direction... as Niall!"

I could tell tonight was going to be exhausting. We had been in the queue for 1 hour and 30 minutes now and they still hadn't opened the doors!

"Wow, you must be so thrilled." I sarcastically mocked.

"We get to meet them Mollie. We get to meet One Direction! We can touch them in real life!"

I roll my eyes, sickened by the thought. Why did I agree to come? I am going to have to be in a room with thousands of other girls just like Stella, it's going to be torture.

Finally the doors open, and the screams of the psychotic fans increase in pitch, deafening me slightly. I should have brought head phones.

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When we enter the main hall of the venue, there's a massive sign above one of the doors. 'Meet and Greet ticket holders wait by door 3.'

There better not be loads of us or Stella will go crazy, she wanted it to be a small meeting.

Wait... if there's more people then hopefully they won't actually acknowledge our existence... just like I won't notice Harrys'. More is good.

A few more fans just like Stella come running up to the door, aggressively pushing both of us out of the way. Well they were rude...

The large wooden door opens and a tall brown haired woman appears.

"You will all go in in a single file line, meeting the boys one at a time, you will spend about 30 seconds talking to each boy as we are running late. Do not scream in their faces or touch them in any appropriate manner..."

A few giggles are exchanged from the other girls, whereas I just stare blankly at the white wall behind her..

"... right in you come"

Thankfully we were near the end of the queue, so maybe our time would be cut even shorter due to the other girls running over time.

I was excited to see Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam, just not Harry. Every time I see him, anger just boils up inside of me and I have no clue why.

"Come on then you two." The woman flusters pushing us in the heated room.

I can see Stella shaking like crazy from the corner of my eye. Oh lord she was so embarrassing. I nudge her, hinting her to calm down.

As we stand in the queue I examine each of the boys outfits. All wore very tight fitting tops that accented their torso's. I loved Louis' look. A navy blue top with very skinny jeans. It really suited him and his hair style was really unique compared to the other boys.

Stella is next in line to meet the first boy. It's Liam.

She doesn't even speak to him, she just hands him a picture to sign and whispers "Hi... hi... hi" after every question he asks her. How embarrassing. I seriously don't understand her obsession they are just normal guys!

I smile, handing Liam a picture to sign.

"You alright?" He asks, scribbling on my picture.

"Yes thank you, how is the tour going?" I question, being polite.

"Brilliant! The audiences have been amazing! We are just so grateful from everything you guys do for us."

I don't do anything...but he doesn't know that we have a picture together and a quick hug. I swiftly move on to the next boy. Zayn.

"Hiya, who should I make this out to?" He asks, holding the one in his artistic hands.

"Mollie." I smile, playing with my curly hair. "I spell is with an 'ie', not a 'y'."

That was as far as my conversation went with Zayn, the other girl behind me shoved me out of the way before I even had a chance to say anything else.

As I approached Louis, I glanced to my left to see where about Stella was in the line. She was hugging Niall, which he didn't look too comfortable with. I wonder if she actually asked or if she just threw herself on him? Either way, he looks scared.

"Alright love? You're looking nice." Louis compliments, writing on my photo.

I giggle, slightly embarrassed by his compliment.

"Thank you, I love your jeans."

"Thanks, I bought them myself." He jokes, handing me back the picture, before giving me a hug.

I was now approaching Niall. Stella had been pulled off by the grumpy lady from earlier. She won't be happy about that.

"Hello!" Niall's voice echoes as he gives me a hug.

"Hello how are you?"

"Great, really tired though, been rehearsing all day." He sighs, taking the picture from my hand.

"Sorry about me friend," I chuckle, "you're her favorite."

"It's alright, she was sweet." He laughs, while hold up my camera for a picture of us.

"Enjoy the concert!" I smiles, knowing that I won't..

My smile soon fads as I reach the final member. Mr. Harry Styles himself.

"Alright babe?" He grins, taking the picture off of me.

'Babe'. I hated when people called me that.

"Yes thanks, you?" I reluctantly reply, trying to be polite.

"Of course I am, the girl in front just asked me to touch her bum. She seems funny." He laughs but ,y reaction doesn't mirror his. He was disgusting. Why would he think that I would find that funny?

....Wait, Stella was in front of me?! Oh God..

"So who am I writing this out to?" He grins, showing his famous dimples.

"Mollie." I speak with no emotion in my voice.

"Mollie Moo!" He teased, smirking as he writes on the picture.

"Please don't call me that." I state, looking at him in the eyes with an unimpressed look on my face.

He hands me the picture, "Do you want a picture or a hug?"

"No thank you." I awkwardly laugh, praying he won't ask why.

"Really? Most girls would be screaming in my face, begging for one. You know who I am right?" He jokes.

"Yeah I do. And I'm not like other girls." I sarcastically smile walking off, not wait for his reaction.

I am stopped by a large warm hand grabbing my wrist, a fire going off inside of me. I snap my head back, curious as to what he wanted.

"I take it I won't be seeing you again at the end of ,y concert trying to sneak onto the tour bus?" He winks, letting me go.

"Hell no," I scoff, "and if I did, it wouldn't be to look for you."

He doesn't reply, he just bites his plump lips, looking deep into my eyes. I raise an eyebrow, unsettled by what he was doing.

"Sorry is there something on my face?" I snap, waiting for a reply.

"No." He grins, moving his curly locks off his forehead, "I just know you'll be back." He smirks, causing me to cringe inside. I hated him. There is no way in hell I would be back!

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