Gap / Harry Styles RW

Six

One Direction- No Control

It's been two days. Two days since I saw him. Met him. Hugged him.
I still can't get my mind off the fact that he kept looking over at our table.

Was he looking at me or just glancing in our direction? Did he recognise me from my Twitter profile? I mean he did mention me the very day before. We were so totally a thing. What, I could dream couldn't I?

So far, Cam and I had been getting along brilliantly. She had shown me a few shops around the place and taken me sightseeing. London really was an amazing city and I'm so glad I decided to come here for my gap year.

"Hey Kat!" I hear from Cam's bedroom. 

"What?" I say, continuing to scroll through my Twitter feed. 

"Katttttttt," she yells at the top of her lungs. 

"What!!!" I yell back, 

"Katttttt get your ass in here!" I hear Cam raise her voice even further.

Jesus woman, could I not do anything in peace?

"Alright I'm coming, hold your horses," I say, lifting myself off the couch with great difficulty. I throw my phone into the cushions, not really thinking how much of a pain it will be to find it in just a few minutes time.

Inside her bedroom, Cam looks at me expectantly, her lips pressed together into a small grin.

"Don't you think we should start organising dinner soon?" I say, feeling especially hungry. Well that's a lie. I'm always hungry.

"Nope," Cam says cheekily. It's then that I notice that her hands are behind her back, shielding from my view whatever she is hiding.

"What?" I say confused. "C'mon Cam what is it ?" I whine.
I hate surprises, and I hate suspense even more.

"Oh you know, only two tickets to FLEETWOOD MAC AT THE O2 TONIGHT!" She squeals, pulling out two tickets from behind her back, jumping around and waving them in the air.

Ok I know I said I hate surprises but seriously this was unbelievable.

"What- oh my god Cam!" I screech in surprise, "I love them- how did you know, and, and how did you get these!"

"Well I stalked your twitter account just a little," she smirks, "and a friend of mine had to pull out and she gave me her tickets!"

"Oh my god, I need to get ready," I say suddenly, "I need to shower, I need to get something to wear, I need to.." I look frantically around the room, my mind racing.

"Kat!" Cam retorts, "once again, calm your shit, we've got two hours to get ready before we have to go!"

I steady myself and smile. This was going to be incredible. And you know who else happens to like Fleetwood Mac- the one and only Mr Harry Styles.

It really would be my luck if we saw him there.

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There's people everywhere. I haven't seen this many people in the same place since, well since my last One Direction concert, the Where We Are tour in 2014. 

I'm jiggling with excitement as we approach the ticket gates. Cam is in front of me, dressed in a tight purple dress and black heels. She scans her ticket and enters through the rotating gates.

The same way Cam did, I scan my ticket. I pull my newest purchase, a black mini skirt further over my thigh. I can't believe she made me wear this. 

We follow crowds of people to the arena and a man helps us find our section. Once were safely in our seats, I sit down next to Cam. She smiles excitedly at me and I return it.

I take in the concert atmosphere that I had come to love.We have a clear view of the stage and I'm amazed at how great our seats are. These tickets would have cost a fortune.

I scan the area around me for a glimpse of Harry. I take in those around me, people of all ages, ethnicities and genders. But no tall, green eyed, boot- wearing man with long curly hair.

After about half an hour of chatting, eating and observing the crowd around us, everything goes dark and the only light is the glowing of the bare stage.

Unlike your typical One Direction concert, the arena is not filled with the screams of frantic fangirls such as myself, however the crowd cheers and claps as the members of the band make their way onto the stage.

Cam and I cheer along with them as they begin to play The Chain.
"Listen to the wind blow," we sing along with the rest of the crowd, "Watch the sun rise!"

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"Nice air guitar Kat!" Cam calls over the noise as I strum along to the electric guitar solo in Go Your Own Way.

Nothing could beat this. The concert had been absolutely amazing and I had the best time.
"You can go your own way..." I sing loudly, waving my hands around in the air. Concerts seem to give me such an adrenaline rush, I can't even begin to imagine what it's like for the artists.

"Thank you and goodnight!" They say to the crowd, taking a final bow to together before disappearing off stage.
Wow.

"Good?" Cam looks across at me. 

"Incredible!" I reply, grinning from ear to ear. 

Cam and I are still buzzing with energy as we leave the arena, but I can't seem to shake a feeling at the back of my mind. Harry. He has to be here, he wouldn't miss a Fleetwood Mac concert while he was in London.

I guess it would be one in a million chances of seeing him here. I mean, I was fortunate enough to meet him in the Pancake House let alone in a crowd of over 20 000 people.

We take a cab home and I post a photo of Cam and I at the concert on Twitter. Once we arrive home we collapse onto our beds.

I check my phone quickly before I go to sleep. I scroll through my Twitter feed, scanning posts from the One Direction update accounts that I follow, trying to find anything on Harry. I wonder if he was even there tonight?

1dUpdates: Harry Styles was spotted hugging and kissing goodbye model Sara Sampaio tonight in London! 

Sara Sampaio? Who the hell is Sara Sampaio?

I open safari and quickly type her name into the search bar. Sara Sampaio: Victoria's Secret Model. Of course.

My face falls as I read other tweets, all generally confirming the first. My mouth pulls into a frown as I read on, some people saying she's a friend, while others claiming there's something going on between them.

I mean, it wasn't like he couldn't see whoever he wants, it's just, I guess there was this part of me that hoped he recognised me from my Twitter profile. And maybe, just maybe there was some kind of trend going on here, that maybe I was different, not just like everyone else.

Don't be so stupid Kat. He's one of the most famous men alive, he tweets fans and meets them all the time. He literally has millions of girls that admire him, that call him their imaginary boyfriends, that would die for him. There's nothing special about you, he followed you, he mentioned you and you met him, it is all just a coincidence.

Damn you Harold and bloody Victoria's Secret Models.

A/N

So I'm on break now and should be updating much more regularly. Please forgive me for my inactiveness.

Love you all x
-crazythinking_