Prequel

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by BishandChips

by BishandChips

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"Soup, sex and sun salutations." We throw our hands up in the air and cheered. It was the middle of tour and in a few minutes we'd be on stage playing the start of 'Golden'.

We make our way towards the stage, passing Harry, as the opening video played, distracting the fans from our silhouettes as we crept across the stage to our instruments.

I sit down at my drum set, spinning the sticks in my hand whilst waiting for the cue from my in-ears.

"Okay, Golden in three, two, one..." I hit the cymbal, the adrenaline kicking in and taking my mind off of what happened the last time we were performing here.

"Hey!" The lights come up and shine down on Harry as he starts singing and dancing around the stage. Watching him run around the stage always brings on a nostalgic feeling. Whilst I learnt our favourite songs on the drums, he'd dance around my bedroom and song along, pretending I didn't make hundreds of mistakes in the beginning.

My parents brought me my first drum set for Christmas when I was eleven. I was at that point in my life where everything was beginning to change and they decided I needed some constant in my life which would also use up my energy. I'd started to learn random tunes which we'd make songs out of and then, after some time of listening to Harry sing the same songs over and over, I was able to pick up how to play the music to go along with his singing.

"Wembley, you look incredible." Cheers erupted from the crowd of mostly teenage girls as they were finally seeing Harry Styles.

We were at that point in the show were Harry walks up and down the stage and walkway, interacting with fans and catching whatever gets thrown at him.

"Hadlee, go on Love Island." Harry read out a sign from the pit and it seemed that the fans wanted me to apply because the screams got louder.

"Who thinks she should do it? Raise your hands if you think she should." The screams continued as all hands in the stadium seemed to raise, including the bands.

"Only way you're going to truly get over someone is to get under someone else. Come on Rae, if you're gonna get back at him, at least do it on national TV." Harry smirked at me and winked, knowing we'd already spoke about me applying.

"Okay, okay, let's do this." The crowd celebrates my agreement and I decide it's best that I apply now whilst I have the adrenaline because I'd end up backing out or forgetting. "I'll apply but that doesn't mean I'll get in. Can someone grab my phone from backstage please?"

A few minutes pass before a member of the backstage team gets to the wings with my phone but before I can even think about getting off my seat, Harry has my phone and is opening it up. Not missing the chance to show the whole of Wembley Stadium my lock screen of us both from early One Direction days.

I'd joined Harry and the other boys on their first tour as they needed a drummer and Harry recommended me so we'd went around the world together at 16 and 17 years old.

"I'll be signing up for you. We've gotta make sure all the juicy details are included." I groan, knowing that Harry knows everything there is to know about me.

"Your name is... Hadlee-Rae Thompson." Harry read out every section as he went through, even the ones that revealed pretty much every romantic or sexual thing that's happened in my life.

"Okay, they're asking for a video to encourage them to choose you." He sits at the steps, pulling on his bottom lip whilst he thinks of something to do. He looks up at the fans and smirks, of course this video is going to contain them. "How loud do you think you guys can cheer?"

He's met with a deafening response as the fans go crazy and show just how loud they can be. "Rae, how well do you know the theme tune for Love Island?"

"Let me listen to it a few times and I'll have it." He walks over to me as he goes through my phone, presumably finding a video of the tune.

"You guys are about to witness greatness. Watch how quick she learns the tune." The clip is played two or three times before I perfect.

"On the count of three, Rae, you'll play that and then, once the camera is facing you guys I need you to scream like you just did." He moves to the centre of the stage, nodding his head as my cue to start playing. As he's facing the fans, I laugh a little at the idea of a casting crew member going through those clips and being deafened by Harry Styles fans.

If that clip doesn't make me stand out from the other applicants, I don't know what would.

"I think you guys have earned it." He hands my phone back to the backstage crew and makes a sign to us all before facing the crowd. "Here's medicine."