It's Called Acting(1Dfanfic)

Chapter 8

Harry P.O.V.

I stared after her. I walked up to her door contemplating whether or not to knock. I was about to when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Louis.

**Harry, you need to come home. Now. You've been gone too long.**

I sighed. Lydia would have to wait. I ran a hand through my hair and looked up and a light flicked on upstairs. "Goodnight, Lydia." I whispered, and shot Louis a text.

**alright I'll be there in a few.**

I got to the house and walked inside. Simon was standing in the living room with a couple of the boys. Greeaat, what now? I thought. I just want to sleep, or think about Lydia. "I need all of you in here. Hurry up." Simon said. We all had scared looks on our faces when we came in. We all sat on our couch. "You can get rid of the long faces," Simon started. I leaned back. "Your opening act has dropped out at last minute." We all let out a big breath. "So, who's gonna replace him?" Liam asked. "Ed Sheeran." Simon replied. "Yay, for Ed!" Louis shouted. We all laughed at him. "Alright. That was the big news. See you boys later." "Bye, Simon!" We called. All the boys looked at me. "What?" I asked. Zayn laughed, "Someone's got eyes on a certain girl. Lydia?" "What if I do?" I retorted. Their grins grew bigger. "Haha Harry's got a girl playing hard to get! I wonder how long she can hold out." Louis said smiling. "Whatever. I'm going to sleep." I grumped. "That's what you think!" Niall called. "You're gonna be up all night thinking about how perfect she is, mate. And you know it." Zayn called. They all laughed at me. "Buzz off!" I snapped, and went upstairs. But I know they're right.

I won't be able to stop thinking about her. She's playing hard to get,but I'm a better player than she is. I smile, she's so beautiful and cute. Her accent makes me laugh. I couldn't help but notice, something flash through her eyes often, while she was here. Panic? Relief, maybe? I have no idea. She's holding something back, and I'll figure out what it is sooner or later. I strip down to my boxers and climb into bed staring up at my ceiling in the dark. She has a lot of pain built up inside. About her ex boyfriend, her dad's death, the move. More than she'll let on to, though. She's got walls built up,that she guards and defends very well. She doesn't know how easily I can analyze body movement, and she's a fighter. Which makes her so desirable. Her eyes are so green and bright. They're beautiful which is exactly what she is. Her tan skin, and her long brown hair, she's almost an exotic creature. Her voice, is soft and caressing like velvet yet it's strong and never faltering, she has so much confidence when she plays, and when she sings. I can tell she wishes some of that would come into her everyday stuff. It just takes the right trigger. When I sang to her, she kept looking up, I almost laughed when she missed a chord. I ignored it letting her think it was because she messed up. She heard my voice and messed up when she's been playing for six years. It was MY voice that did that to her. But she is so perfect. Her smile is like a ray of sunshine. After my break up with Taylor I doubted I could let anyone back in but this girl. I barely even know her and she's left a mark. I want to be the one to be there for her. To hold her, I want to know what that ex boyfriend of hers did to make her hurt. I could see the pain in her eyes when Zayn asked, I know he saw it too. She's mesmerized by music, she zoned out when she started playing. She didn't react when I kissed her cheek and walked past to sit in front of her. Music is her refuge, it's mine too. But I want her to know that we can take refuge together. I wanted to kiss her before she went inside. But I didn't. I held back. We barely know each other but I feel a strong pull to her, that I can't overwhelm. I'll surprise her at school tomorrow. I don't even care about the paparazzi. Let them come. What's important is I'll be with her. My girl. Lydia. And I drifted off into sleep.

Lydia P.O.V.

I watched him walk to my front door but then a minute later walk back to his car. What had he wanted? I called Abby and was screaming into the phone that I had met One Direction!!! She didn't believe me at first but when I told her everything that had happened she was shocked. My mom heard everything and was happy for me. When I hung up with Abby I got ready for bed. I couldn't really sleep so I stepped out onto my small balcony and leaned on the railing. I thought about everything we had done today. Me and Harry. It's like he sees right through me. He knows there's something more behind my break up. He knows how much pain I'm in from losing my dad. I get lost in his eyes. And his smile with those dimples! I want to run my hands through his curls. I want to hear his voice again. Now. His voice is so strong and deep and raspy. It makes me go all mushy on the inside. And he knows it. When he calls me love, my heart flutters a bit. I don't know him very well but I want to get to that point. I felt so dumb getting in the wrong side if the car, but I wasn't thinking straight and I forgot. I'm still not used to the backwards car thing. But I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips on mine. I want to know what he was gonna say when he knocked on my door. I wish he had knocked on the door and demand for what was his. He's so caring, he was hung on every word of my story. He was really interested. He complimented MY voice when it's HIS that is beautiful beyond compare. He flirted the whole time. And I just want to throw away the whole playing hard to get facade and just let him take me. But I have control. I'll be fine. As long as he doesn't see my room. Ha. I just have six posters. One of each individual and one group picture. I'd be screwed if they came up here. But I held back my fan girling. And now they know me. Lydia Rane. I'm not just another fan. To him(to them too) I'm Lydia. I'm not just another fan. I'm the girl he's in love with. I went back inside with that thought. Does he love me? And I fell asleep to his voice. Wishing he was really there singing to me.