In The Crowd

Chapter 5

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Harry's P.O.V

I arrive at the Doncaster Dome Leisure Centre around 6 pm and struggle to find a parking space until 6:30 pm. Once parked between two fancy sports cars, I grab my sign and tickets. I get out and lock my Jeep. Hopefully it'll still be here by the time I'm finished.

Before leaving the side of my car, I check my appearance in the mirror.

Still looking good.

I can barely contain my excitement. My entire body is shaking and I'm already on the verge of tears.

With weak knees, I begin walking through the maze of cars and towards the front entrance. Of course, the entrance is packed with hormonal teenage girls and boys, all shrieking like banshees.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too old for this, but then I listen to Louis' voice and lose my train of thought. He's too precious to let go.

I'm taken back to reality when I'm almost hit by a minivan.

"Sorry!" I shout, though the driver looks incredibly mad.

I decide I should get merchandise before the concert, since I have meet and greet after.

I reach the pack of fans and strategically push my way to the cash-only line, making sure not to crush my sign.

I stood waiting in the merchandise line for about 10 minutes, then finally reached the front. I end up buying a t-shirt with Louis doing westside, a poster with a picture of Louis on stage, a headband that says 'Mrs.Tomlinson'. I mentally remind myself to scratch out the S in 'Mrs.' when I get home.

I grab the bag from the man at the table and scurry towards the door.

I both receive and give mumbles of 'Sorry' or 'Excuse me' until I find my way to the security checks.

Since I have no purse, it doesn't take very long to get through. All the officer did was check my sign to see if there was anything inappropriate on it.

I walk quickly into the arena. Thankfully, there's no merchandise table inside, which means there's a lower number of people.

The young lady at the ticket scanner has long and curly dark brown hair, a slim face, brown eyes and pouty lips. She's very beautiful, I'd date her in a heartbeat if I wasn't saving myself for Louis.

I walk up to her, trying to grab my ticket from my back pocket while holding my sign and merchandise bag at the same time. Which of course results in me tripping over my own feet and falling face-first into the floor.

The young lady rushes over, "Oh my goodness! Sir, are you okay?"

I bring my hand to my head and groan, "Erm, yeah. I'm just embarrassed."

I can't believe I just fell in front of so many people. There was a small crowd circling around us now.

She giggles adorably, "Only a few people saw. Would you like me to help you up?"

Instead of answering, I hold my hand out. She grabs it and yanks me up with quite some power. For such a small lady, I think she just dislocated my shoulder.

"Thanks." I mutter to her, before we both make our way over to the ticket booth she's working at.

"Anytime...Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

She wants to know my name after she just witnessed how clumsy I am? She probably only wants to know so she can tell her friends what happened to her at work today.