Harry: You step out onto the balcony of the stadium; the hot Florida sun immediately beaming down on you. You pull your sunglasses down to cover your eyes as you lean over the concrete edge to see the line of fans wrapped around the venue. There was easily a 200 of them and the show wasn't for another five hours or so. You noticed a lot of them were fanning themselves and seeking shade wherever they could, not having planned for such hot temperatures. You walk back into the air conditioned stadium, making your way to find Sarah, the catering manager. Once in catering you begin to search, hoping Sarah would show up to help you.
"Aren't you supposed to be in sound check?" An Aussie accent asks. You turn around to meet the gaze of the Luke Hemmings standing behind you, a plate full of food in his hands.
"Not unless I've joined the group without my knowledge," you joke.
"Are you wearing one of Harry's hats?" Luke questioned
"Yeah why?" you responded, confused
"Sorry, I just saw the hat from over the clothing rail and you looked just like him."
"Not sure how to take that, so I'll just forget you said it." You had gotten that comment before. When you wear Harry's clothes people had often told you they got you confused with Harry, and now with his long locks, Luke was right, it was hard to tell you two apart when you wear his things.
"What are you looking for, dear?" Sarah asks, coming in from the kitchen.
"Thank God," you praise, your lifesaver had finally shown up.
"How many cups do you think we have?" You ask her, sticking to the plan you had drawn up in your head while you were out on the balcony.
"There are a few cases of Styrofoam ones in the pantry," she answers.
"Could you help me with something?" you questioned
"Of course, sweetheart, what do you need?"
"There are at least two hundred girls already outside for the show, and it's so hot out there. Do you think you could help me fill up a few coolers of water to take to them?" You explained as you began to collect some of the cups
A smile spreads across her face at your kindheartedness.
"I sure can, come on." She leads you back into the kitchen where her assistants were working on dinner for the boys, the band, and the crews.
"This should be enough," she says, pulling down another full box of cups and sitting them on the bottom shelf of one of the serving carts.
"If you'll get those down for me, dear, I will start filling them up with ice." You reach up and grab the first cooler off of the top of one of the refrigerators, your lanky legs making you better at this task than her. You grab the second one down and join Sarah at the ice machine.
"This is really sweet of you," she comments once both coolers are full of ice water and you are steering the cart down the corridor on the way to the main doors.
"It's just so hot out there. I'd hate for anyone to get sick and not be able to make it to the show." She smiles yet again.
"I swear, sometimes it's scary how much alike you and Harry are. He would do the same thing in a heartbeat."
"He's rubbed off on me I guess. You chuckled"
"Oh rubbish, you've always been such a caring young woman." You can't help but smile at her compliment. It wasn't hard to have compassion for the fans. It just came more naturally to some, you and Harry included.
