One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Harry Imagine for @georgia_194

Harry Imagine for Georgia! Hope you like it!

Warning in advance: Sorry for extra spelling mistakes. I'm having the lenses in my glasses updated, so I'm wearing some with an older prescription. Like, I can still see, but not as well as I should be able to lol

"Georgia, are you busy tonight?" Harry asked me, strolling into the living room and falling down on the couch next to me. I was in the middle of watching my favorite movie, so I just lowered the volume, keeping my eyes trained on the screen, merely humming at Harry in an answer.

I felt his arm wrap around me, and then my movie froze, the paused signal blinking on the top corner of the screen. I turned to stare at Harry, who was waving the remote in his hand.

"Harry, give that back!" I shouted, trying to reach the remote. He just leaned over, using his tall frame to widen the distance between the remote and me. After expending what little energy I had, I leaned back on the couch, crossing my arms tightly and huffing.

"Now, Georgia. Don't be mad," Harry teased, kissing my cheek lightly, and I turned to give him my absolute best death glare. "I just have one question for you, and then you can go back to your movie."

"Will you watch it with me?" I asked, changing my expression from angry girlfriend to begging puppy.

"Will there be popcorn?"

"If I make some, then yes."

"Well then my answer is yes," he agreed.

"Okay, ask away."

"Come to my concert tonight," he said, his eyes practically begging me to go.

"That wasn't a question," I pointed out, biting my lip to hide my smile.

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "Will you come to my concert tonight?"

I let my teasing attitude drop, suddenly nervous. Last time I had gone to one of Harry's concerts, I had been mobbed my fans, most of whom had few kind things to say, and I had gotten severely ill that night as well.

"Harry," I started.

"Please, Georgia," he interrupted me, full on pleading with me now. "I know last time was rough for you. But we're performing in London, and I invited all my family and friends to be there. I want everyone important to be there. And you are one of the most important people to me," he said, sweetly, leaning over and placing a lingering kiss on my forehead.

"Fine," I gave in, and a wide beam spread across Harry's face. "Do I need a ticket?"

"No, security will just let you backstage. Just tell them who you are," he said, shrugging. "You have no idea how happy I am that you're coming tonight, Georgia," he continued. His smile was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile along with him.

"I suppose I could give the whole concert thing a second chance. Now can we continue the movie?'

"I'll go start the popcorn. Rewind it a little bit so that I can refresh my mind a little bit."

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I parked my car in one of the back lots, which was nearly empty except for a couple of cars that probably belonged to security guards, the boys, and their makeup/hair staff. Harry and the rest of One Direction had headed over to the stadium a few hours before for soundcheck and other things pertaining to preparing for tonight's show. Harry was a nervous wreck since he wanted everything to be perfect for his family and close friends that were coming.

I walked in through one of the side entrances, showing the security guard there my ID. She let me through, and I walked right past the ticket booth, remembering that Harry said I didn't need to buy one. A few dozen girls were already there, milling around the lobby, buying merchandise, talking to friends, and preparing to go find their seats. A couple of them spotted me and did double takes, but no one bothered me or called out to me, a definite improvement from the first concert I had accompanied Harry to.