Crowds (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

They're all around us, snapping photos of Simon as he talks with my father on the arrangements for the flights and trips. I can hear them screaming even though I'm already plugging my earphones in. I hate this.

My breathing becomes irregular and my eyesight becomes blurry when I get frustrated. The only thing that usually frustrates me are these kinds of people.

"1D! 1D! 1D! 1D!" Their cheering and posters held up like it's a concert and their beloved boy band is performing. They're called fans and I hate fans. I don't hate One Direction's fans alone, no. I hate every single fan that crowds over, I hate their cheering, I hate everything.

I want silence, yet these people don't know when to shut up.

"Which one is your daughter, Chase?" Mr. Cowell asks as he turns to look at Delilah and I. My thoughts are scrambled as dad proudly proclaims that the black haired one is his daughter, and that's correct. Delilah's blonde. A beautiful bubbly blonde with short curly hair and cute fashion sense. Delilah's one of my best friends and right now she's the only fan of something that I don't hate.

"Calm down." She whispers as she hands me her Fanta drink. I grab it almost too quickly and drink it with haste. Distractions, I need distractions. "Everything will be alright Macy, once the plane lands we'll quickly hop into it and ignore them all. We won't hear the sounds. I promise."

She promises, so it has to be true. I just need to be a bit more patient and the screams will reside.

"THEY'RE HERE!" A fan screams and everyone suddenly screams louder than before. I drop Delilah's Fanta as she pulls me out of the screams and runs into the hallway as soon as it gets attached to the plane. She pulled me quickly into the plane, faster than my father or Mr. Cowell who were surprised at her eagerness.

Well, it wasn't really eagerness.

She drops my hand as soon as we enter the plane and crashes into one of the chairs with a full smile on her face. "That was fun!" She screamed, as if trying to hide that she was really protecting me. She can't hide it. 

"Yeah..." I said with a small voice. I took a good look on the plane. It was One Direction's private plane and they wanted us to be flying with them and welcome us home. Dad came in the plane shortly after and told me he and Mr. Cowell were going to stay in another plane and discuss the tour that were to happen three days later.

I nodded and I guess he was expecting an "I love you" from me. I just...couldn't say it without stuttering or holding back the truth.

He walks away and finally, I relax.

The crowds disappeared and so did he. The man who left my mother and little sister back home, crying their eyes out. Mom is crying because she'll probably never see me again in real life and Alice is crying because she wanted to meet One Direction.

Alice hates me because of this plan.

I hate me too.

"The seats are free, love. Sit." A voice tells me. Delilah's jaw slightly drops and I automatically know he's from One Direction. The question is, which boy?

I turn to look at him and the first thing I notice is his distinct curly brown hair. It's wildly curly and to be honest...silly looking. 

I realize he's too close to me so I step back a little and slightly bow my head, the way I've always done to people. I don't know why I've been doing it, I just do. "My name's Harry. You must be Macy?" He introduces himself to Delilah and thinks she's me. Of course he'd think Delilah's Macy. The Macy my father's been bragging about is confident, stylish, and beautiful.

Stupid father, I'm just me. 

"I'm Delilah. She's Macy." Delilah says with a slight nudge in her tone. Harry turns to look at me and smiles. "Sorry about that love, didn't know which is which seeing as Chase never lets me look at his daughter's photos!" He jokes.

I only nod and take the farthest seat in the back, putting my earphones on and started reading a very complicated book and a classic no less. I wanted Harry far from me, because people like Harry are no good.

The rest of them come climbing in the plane and all excitedly talk to Delilah. How I wish I was like Delilah, she's so easy to get along with. They all turn to look at me at the same time and I quickly hide my face with my book. It's a signal: Back off. Stay away. Don't you even try.

It's not that I hate you, to be honest...

It's more of..

I'm afraid of you.