Right Place and Right Time

Chapter 11

Chapter 11:

I studied the entrance from far away. Girls flocked the entrance for about a fifty-foot radius. I will not fight my way through there; so not worth it. I know there’s a back entrance, there has to be. I began to walk toward what seemed to be the back of the arena until I head a voice.

“Nat? Is that you?” the voice said.

“Erm… Who’s there?”

“Oh, it is you! What’re you doing here?”

Turns out it was Zayn. I let out a relieved breath; thank God it wasn’t some rapist or something.

“Oh, hey Zayn. Hey, can you take me backstage really quick? Look, I have the necessary tickets and everything.”

Zayn laughed, his hazel eyes sparkling with happiness.

“Come on Nat, you don’t need that if you’re with me. You’re a guest of honor!”

“Am I supposed to be flattered..?”

“Well, most girls would be, yes”

“I hope you realize I’m not like most girls. Just hurry up and take me backstage.”

“Yes m’am...”

He led me to the direction where I was going; so I was right. He opened a door and took me down a hallway with a lot of doors.

“So, looking for anyone in particular?”

“Erm… My sister… and Harry, I guess.”

“What does she look like?”

“Well today she came here with her long blonde hair curled, umm, a black top and I think a pencil skirt. Did you see her during the meet and greet or something?”

Zayn immediately got this uncomfortable expression.

“If you don’t know where she is, that’s totally cool,” I continued on, “Hey, do you know where Harry is? I want to talk to him really quick.”

“About what?”

“Erm… Well, I decided I’d give him a second chance. You know, maybe I was a bit too harsh on him.”

There’s that uncomfortable expression again.

“Hey Nat, why don’t you come back and tell him next time,” said Zayn.

“Wait what? No, it has to be today! I don’t know when there’s a next time goddamnit!” I exclaimed frustratingly, “oh look, here’s Harry’s dressing room, maybe he’s in here.”

“No Nat, no! Just come on, let’s go talk to the other lads!” Zayn said harshly.

He pulled my arm away, but it was too late. The door opened and I saw the familiar blonde hair belonging to a girl I’ve lived with for a while now. The same hair that was entangled in a boy’s hands: hands belonging to a boy with the famous curly hair and striking green eyes. The boy I was just about to give a second chance to a few moments ago: Harry Styles.