Rock me

Part 6

After Harry and I got out of the bathroom. All 6 of us headed into the back entrance of the stadium. The boys got their mics and got on stage.

I headed over to the table of food set out. There was a big guy also grabbing some food. As I walked up he looked at me.

"Hey are you lost? Or are you with someone?" He asked

"Oh I'm ah with the band, they said I could eat."

"Oh alright, I'm Paul by the way"

"Dylan" I replied

I looked at the array of food. There were different types of pastries and all the breakfast food you could think of.

The boys were going singing snippets of their songs. They were much more serious during sound check than they are during there actual concerts. 

Harry made eye contact with me. His eyes lingered for a second.

"What" I mouthed, looking confused.

"Nothing." He mouthed back, winking at me

Did I look funny? Why was he staring at me?

They wrapped up sound check and came back down towards me.

As we were standing Paul came back over.

"Dylan right?"

"Yes?" I replied confused

"Harry said you'd left your phone at the gas station, so we called and they shipped it here."

"Oh my gosh, thank you!" I can't believe Harry did that for me. Not that it's a huge deal, but he didn't tell me they were going to look for it.

I tried to turn it on but my phone was dead. As I was looking down Harry approached me.

"Thank you, you really didn't have to."

"I know I'm the best." He joked

"It really isn't a big deal. I just told Paul and asked if he could do anything, and I guess he could." He continued

"I thought I'd have to buy a new, so really I appreciated it." I thanked him again

"We all just kinda hang out until show time. I could show you my dressing room?" He offered

"Sure, that sounds good." I tried to sound casual

He walked me out of the main stadium and down a hallway with many doors. Eventually we came to doors that had each of their names, stopping at Harry's.

It was a basic square room with a big mirror, couch, and a mini fridge.

I turned around as the door shut. I suddenly felt awkward knowing it was just us.

"So why don't you tell me more about yourself." Harry started.

"Oh I'm 19 and just finished my freshman year of college. Oh and my dad co-owns Hard-rock stadium, so that's why I was barricade last night.

"Your dad's Will Shortly?" Harry's eyes got big

"Yeah? How do you know him?" I questioned

"Oh, I've just seen his name in the stadium." He responded quickly

"Oh alright, he is quite proud of it." I said looking in his eyes

"I don't mean to change the subject, but how do your scars feel today?"

He caught me off guard. I'm still not used to anyone knowing about them, let alone asking about them.

"They feel the same I guess, the bandages help my shirt not rub against them. After a week or so they don't cause much pain." I said more casually than I probably should.

He sighed "I know it's not my place, I'm just worried about you."

"Harry you don't even know me, you don't have to worry." I replied.

"I'm going to worry about you either way. You have scars in your back and you've told me multiple times you don't like to be home much. Do your parents know about them?" He questioned.

He was making me nervous. I appreciated how much he cared, it's just a sensitive subject.

"Um my dad knows, but my mom doesn't as far as I know." I said looking down

He adjust himself before taking a deep breath

"Is-is your dad the one who's doing this to you?" He said nervously.

"What?" I didn't know how to act. I felt trapped in this room. I started breathing heavier looking around the room as it seemed to close in one me.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not my business."

"Um it's alright. You can't tell anyone okay, but yes he's the reason I've have the scars.

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