Crowds (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three

MacyMacy

I can hear it. The screams of the fans.

Their screaming for them.

But where am I?

"DAD!" I try screaming for him but he can't find me. He's not even looking for me. He's busy taking care of the concert. He doesn't care. Nobody cares.

I'm getting squished by the people around me. There are too many of them. Too many fans ignoring that I'm here. They're climbing up each other to get to the stage. I'm getting covered. I don't want to be in the dark! Stop! STOP! STOP!

HarryHarry

 I wake up to the sound of desperate crying. Okay, maybe I'm kind of lying. I was already awake thinking about how Macy just stopped talking to us after everything. We got off the plane in pairs, me being her pair and her just looking away from me and onto the floor. I held her hand tightly knowing that the crowd was going to be tough. She held tightly onto me and it felt good to feel that she was openning up to me. She was openning up to me right?

Right?

I don't know. But right now I can hear her crying.

I open the door from my bedroom and sneak onto the other flat. Her flat's just right next to hours and her bedroom is just right next to mine, a wall being in between us. I guess Deli and Zayn are still not back from their clubbing with the others. 

I open the door from her flat that she carelessly left open. I don't think she wants to see me in my pajamas but I don't want to keep hearing her cry all of the sudden in the dark. I need my sleep and she's already doing a fine job bugging me about how she feels about us.

I just can't stand knowing that someone in the same building doesn't like One Direction. I have to make her like us. For the lads!

"STOP!" She screamed loudly. That's it! Unlocked door, one teenaged girl alone in the dark, her screaming stop? I'm coming in the bedroom! 

"MACY!" I screamed as she clutches her stomach and hides her face with the pillow. She's curled up, hiding from me with her small back exposed to the cold London air. I can still hear her crying and her black hair moving with her head and that's when I realized what was happening. She was having a nightmare.

"Macy..." I whispered. Her body shivered against the cold air as she frantically escapes from whatever she's trying to escape from. I pull her towards me but she panics and tries to escape my grasp. "Macy!" I repeat with a louder voice. "Macy!" one more and she's panicking, trying her best to pull away from me.

I grab her with both my hands and shake her. Her eyes snap open, eyes filled with tears as she sees my worried face. "Ha..harry.." She says in a quivering voice. She looks around the dark and realizes she's in her bedroom, nowhere near the place she was dreaming of. "Are you okay?" I ask her as she breathes heavily and tries to calm down.

"I had a bad dream." She tells me. I nod as I rub her back and let her lean on me for a few minutes. Just me and her, in our pyjamas, hugging. She seems to need someone and I know I'm not the best person around but I'm all she's got so I have to get her to calm down.

"Do you...do you want to wait up with me for Deli?" I ask her hesitantly. She nods at me slowly and we both walk over to our flat and sit together in the couch. It's only then I realize that she's wearing shorts and a spaghetti strap. She doesn't seem to care though, and I don't mind seeing her this way. The first thing I noticed about it was honestly how pale she is.

"You want some hot tea?" I asked her and she nods with a smile on her face as she grabs her blanket and places it over her. She walks over to me, practically looking like a marionette. She grabs her tea from me and we both plop ourselves onto the couch and watch Alfred Hitchcock presents. She says she's surprised that we have black and white shows, and I tell her we always had them. She laughs and the moonlight just catches her laughter perfectly.

"Macy, do you know that you look like porcelain dolls?"

"Porcelain dolls?"

Oops. Well, might as well ask her right? I look from both sides before leaning closer to her. Her eyes an electrical color of blue much like Niall's as she stares back at me, completely and finally more comfortable with me than before.

"Your skin is so white. Not to be creepy or anything. And you look so fragile." I confess with a whisper. She laughs at my goofy confession and we gets some chips and throws some at my face. "In the first place, you were already creepy without saying that and in second, I know I look weak! You look like a used mop with your hair!" She replies happily.

"Wha! I am hurt young lady!" 

"Aww. Go get a band aid!" She giggles.

Who would have thought she was like this? Earlier this evening she was a large wall but now we're finally getting a long. Maybe I can ask her now, maybe we can be friends. Maybe she's not going to avoid me? Finally! I changed her mind about One Dire-

"WE'RE HOME!!!" Louis voice echoes, causing Macy and I to jump from our position. I accidentally hold her hand under the pillow as Louis enters with the boys and Delilah. "Macy?!" Delilah exclaims. "What are you doing here!?" 

"We couldn't sleep." I chimed in as Delilah raises her eyebrow at me. I immediately let go of Macy under the pillow as she hurries off into the other flat. The silence roars again and once more, Macy and I are not friends.

Maybe it's not me.

Maybe she's annoyed with one of the lads? She's really fine when she's with me. "Hey guys, it's not what you think." I told them before they could open their mouths. "Macy's a really cool girl. I do't want a relationship though." I tell them beforehand as I walk back into my room and collapse on the bed. Yes, I do find her curiously like a doll but that doesn't mean I like her. I mean come on, dolls aren't that attractive.

"So then...why was she here?" Louis asks as he opens the door to my bedroom. All four of them look at me, expecting me to say something. What do I say? She had a bad dream? Well I guess it's true but would they believe me if I said I went in their flat with the honest intentions of a good Christian? No, of course not.

"She was bored and so was I. I could hear her from the other side of the room so I asked her if she wanted to wait with me here."

Zayn reluctantly nodded and left, prompting everyone else to leave.

"No messing around Harry." Liam says before he leaves me. "I'm serious, Uncle Si talked to me on the phone on the way home. She's troubled. No jokes."

"But  I-"

"No."

*slam*

Okay. No Jokes.