June 28th
Jeanne Watson"Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see
That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me
I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth
And there's nothing I can do about it"Harry sings while standing on the small stage in the full bar with a band playing the melody, including Emily.
Me, Jessica, Ivan and Luke are standing in the front. I'm wearing a pastel yellow skirt to just above my knees and a white top just above my belly button. I'm also wearing a black pair of Dr Martens shoes.
I look at Harry who's wearing a button-down black shirt and black skinny jeans. He looks...dangerous. But he kind of is dangerous. Then me and Harry gets eye contact. His evilness burns into my eyes and spreads out a smirk on his lips.
"She's an angel, only angel, she's an angel, my only angel"
Harry continues to sing. We keep eye contact.
Almost like he's singing to me.
I look over at Emily who stands there in her own world playing the guitar. They look very professional. Which they are, but I didn't think they'd be as good as they are.
I look at Harry again, but not into his eyes. He looks lost in the lyrics, but he knows what he's doing.
"They're really good!" I have to shout to Jessica over all the other people screaming and talking. Even though I don't want to admit it to myself, they are good.
"I know!" she shouts back.
Then the song comes to an end and Harry walks back to Emily who hands him a small box of something. Then he turns around with a cigarette between his lips. He blows out smoke and takes the cigarette and starts talking into the mic, still with the cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
"Grab a drink and cigarette and fuck around!" he shouts into the mic and everyone, almost just girls, starts to scream and Harry and the rest of the band walks off the small stage.
He's definitely drunk.
He walks past me but whispers something in my ear before he leaves backstage.
"Come to my louge in ten"
Hell no.
I look after him as he leaves but he doesn't look back. I watch him disappear. He wants me to come with him. Why? He's drunk and high on a cigarette, he isn't going to do something stupid, is he?
What does he want? Is he going to kill me? Will he hurt me? Did I do something wrong?
"You look like you just saw a ghost" Jessica then says. I forgot that she was there.
"I...umm...have to go" I stumble without looking at her.
"Okay, Why?" she asks.
"Need to take a breather" I lie.
"I'll follow" Jessica suggests.
"No it's okay" I say.
"Okay" she says and smiles. I smile at her and then walk away to Harry's louge. I have to go through a long, dark corridor. And that shit's scaring me. Not just that he wants me to be in his louge, I have to go through a corridor long as hell. Or as I'd like to call it, seven sections of hell.
"Quiet!" I then hear someone whisper loud enough for me to hear from a room. I freeze and stop my walking. I then hear a loud noice sounding like something or someone fell. I look around to see where the sounds is coming from.
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Fanfiction""Get down" I say sternly, my voice still shaking. It's getting cold and I feel tears burning in my throat. "Do you care about me?" he asks calmly again. "For fucks sake Harry! Fine! I do care about you! Get down now you idiot!" I yell at him. He...