Love, New York

Secret Club

*Harry*

"Oi, H pass me that shirt!" Niall, asked pointing to the shirt that was on the chair beside me. I grabbed the white t-shirt and threw it at his head, before going back to my phone.

"Alright boys listen up," Richard our current manager/ handler, shouted as he came into our dressing room. "In about 30 minutes we have a group of four girls who won a radio contest coming for a private meet and greet, be on your best behavior please. The winners name is Brooklyn Taylor, make sure she has a good time and please be gentleman. When the concert starts they will be in the front row on the left side of the stage, acknowledge them, make sure she feels special. Oh and can you lads try not to use your phones while they are here, it's only an hour?"

"Sir yes sir!" Liam saluted him.

Richard shook his head laughing before he goes to answer his phone. "Hello? They are here already! Okay I'm on my way out. Change of plans gentlemen the winners are here now, I'm gonna go get them. Louis can you please have your pants on by the time we come back?"

"If I can find them I will," Louis smirked.

Once Richard left the room I checked my phone for the hundredth time today, waiting to see if the girl from the elevator had texted me yet. This wasn't something I was use to, meeting someone who didn't recognize me, let alone never texting/ calling me right away.

"Still nothing?" Niall asked grabbing the phone out of my hands. "Our little Harry got stood up!"

"Woah a lady who didn't fall for the Styles charm?" Liam laughed.

"Seriously Harry you are not getting this phone back until after the concert, you need to stop sulking you love sick man child." Niall joked putting the phone in his front pocket.

"Niall I am not afraid to reach in there," I warned walking closer to him.

"Don't you dare," he said backing up until his back hit the wall.

I lunged at him attempting to reach in his pocket, just as I got my hands close to the phone he pulled it out and yelled for Liam's help. Soon Liam jumped on top of both of us until we all came crumbling down, Louis jumped on the pile as well mumbling something about not being left out. We spent at least 5 minutes rolling around wrestling on the floor, the phone long forgotten about.

We came to a halt when we heard someone clear their throat behind us.

"Gentlemen I would like for you to meet our contest winners," Richard chuckled pointing to a group of for girls.

"Oh my gosh," a young girl squealed tears forming in her eyes.

Quickly we all scrambled to get up, I managed to fall a couple of times before actually making it to my feet. Once we were up two young girls were hugging Liam and Niall, I looked over to the two oldrer girls they brought with them.

My eyes widened as they took in my brown haired mystery girl, the black shirt she wore clung beautifully to her small curves. I was greedily taking in her appearance as she talked to Richard and another women standing next to her. I guess she did know who I was in the elevator if she is here.

I watched her until I felt someone walking up to me. Prying my eyes away I turned to look at the same eyes as my New York girl, "Hello love, I'm Harry," I introduced my self.

"I know, I mean I'm Kylie." Her faced turned a bright pink color. "You are my favorite so of course I know your name, Um do you mind can I get a picture with you?"

"Of course, where is your phone?"

"My sister has it one second." She quickly walked away and straight to New York, speaking to her in a hushed voice. After a few second she rushed back to my side. "She is coming." I smiled down at her, thanking her silently, finally I was going to get to confront New York.