Waiting For Love

What Just Happened?

We quickly found our seats towards the front, next to the runway stemming from the stage. We've decided that Kyah will sit further from the stage because she's already been to heaps of One Direction concerts before. Next to Kyah will be Natalie and next to Natalie will be me. I'm the closest to the runway. Thousands of screaming fans are seated in front, as well as, behind us. I tried to maintain my cool, calm and collected state. I fiddled with my hair, twisting the curls between my fingers. Natalie placed a hand on my shoulder, sensing that I was nervous.

"I am so excited! Oh my god." Natalie exclaimed. I could barely hear her with all the screaming happening in the packed arena.

"I am too, haha!" I laughed. She carefully patted my shoulder before quickly breaking the connection. My nervousness returned, my heart raced. I was so nervous but for what? I could tell something crazy was going to happen.

'Jasmine calm down.'

I thought to myself as I took deep breaths. The volume of the screaming fans heightened considerably so I looked up. As I did I began to shake and I let out a loud scream.

First I see Zayn walk out from the left of the stage, followed by Liam. Louis came out on the right and immediately joined Liam who was currently sitting on the red couch. They were singing Little Things. Niall, cute as always, skips out onto the stage and playfully pounces of Liam in the middle of his solo.

Suddenly I see a tall dark figure come out into the dimmed lights. I watched carefully. It was Harry. I watched his every move. He's taller than I thought. I glanced over at Natalie and Kyah. Little did I know they were shouting the words this whole time while I was sitting there. Quietly. Silently. Speechless.

The chorus approaches and Harry sings prominently. His deep voice seems to flow with the song, not missing a single note. I followed his eyes, fascinated by how calm he was. My careful watching turned into staring. As I closely studied him I looked towards his pink lips. The way they gracefully moved whilst he's singing. He looked at me.

He looked at me.

My breathe hitched in my throat and I let out a choked cough. His eyes.. They're coming closer. He's walking towards me. The gentle nervous twisting of my hair turned into harsh curling. Before I knew it he was on the runway about two meters away from me.

It was now Harry's solo. He's still looking at me. I turned around. There are thousands of gorgeous girls here but he's looking at me? A rush of screams bombard my ears. He's coming closer. A flurry of hands grab at Harry, someone almost tripping him. He reaches his hand out to me. This is all so sudden, I can't breathe. This whole thing is happening in a short amount of seconds.

'Breathe Jasmine.'

I took deep breaths, not knowing what to do. I grabbed the flower crown off of my head and gave it to him. He finished his solo just as I did and he smiled, placing the purple accessory on top of his fragile curls. He ran towards the boys and sat on the couch.

What just happened? Am I going to get my flower crown back? I don't even care! Harry styles is wearing MY flower crown. Suddenly I felt someone's arms pushing me back and forth, breaking my thoughts.

"Jasmine! I've been trying to get your attention!" Natalie shouts, "it's like you're in a trance or something!" My emotions are running wild right now. I don't know if I'm happy or just plain sick.

"He's wearing my flower crown!" I yell to her.

She smiles, "I know!"

The concert turns into a huge mass of screaming and dancing fans. It all goes past in a blur. I sometimes get the occasional glance from Harry causing my heart to skip a beat. I turned to look at Kyah. She's been recording this whole thing. That means I can always replay the twenty five intimate seconds I shared with Harry.

Before we knew it the concert has finished. My throat is dry from screaming. The boys go backstage. I let out a long, deep sigh. I looked up, missing his eyes. Suddenly, the boys pour out from the right side of the stage. They all took a seat on the now crowded couch.

"So Niall, do you think you've found your future wife in the audience yet?" Harry asks Niall in a rich British accent. Natalie begins screaming. She's a huge Niall girl.

"Yeah I think I have, Harry." Replied Niall in an equally rich Irish accent. He winked in Natalie's direction. Everyone in the arena screamed, including me.

"I think I have too." Blushed Harry with a cheeky grin. Another wave of screams came rushing throughout the audience. He stands up and flexes his tired muscles a bit then begins to walk my way. I turned to face Natalie and Kyah and began to scream. As Harry advanced I tried to act 'normal'.

"Pull her up on stage, Hazza!" Liam says through the microphone trying to top the louder shouts.

Harry reached his hand out to me, completely ignoring the barrier between us. The barrier is like a cage, the fans being the predators and the boys being the prey.

I grabbed his strong hand and literally had to climb the barrier. The crowd hushed. I finally reached the stage. I looked at the big screen and I saw the back of my head.

Is this even real?

I looked into Harry's dark green eyes.

"Your eyes sparkle." He smiled, obviously trying to flirt. He succeeded. I can barely feel my legs. I looked to the ground and smiled.

"Thanks.." I said shyly. The audience roared with screams. I feel sick but there's no way I'm going to puke on this stage. Ugh. He places his hand below my chin and tilts it up towards his.

"Thanks for lending me your flower crown. It's nice on me but it looks better on you." He says staring into my eyes. His hands feels foreign to me yet I liked them there. They were warm unlike my generally cold complexion.

"KISS!" I hear a familiar voice shout from the crowd. I grinned because in my mind I knew it was Kyah. The large crowds screamed even louder and echoing the preposterous suggestion. He leaned towards me.

'What is he doing?'

I thought. I stared at his lips. They were slightly puckered. Is he going to kiss me. Wait. I'm not ready. Wait!

He gently pulls me towards him with the warm hand he has placed on my chin. Our lips meet. His lips were plump and soft. The crowd goes wild, hearts were breaking. Harry places his microphone hand onto my side. I placed a soft, cold hand onto his cheek. I felt him tremble under my icy touch but he soon grew accustomed to my cold fingers. Our kiss was innocent. It seemed like minutes but it was only seconds. I leaned back, trying not to seem desperate and I slowly withdrew my hand from his face. He takes his hand off of my face as well. Instantly I missed his warm touch. He stared down at the floor, with a look of longing on his face, then looked up again and flashed a huge grin. I smiled back. He slowly removed the fragile crown of flowers and placed it onto my head. He lightly swept the hair off my face with his fingers and adjusted the crown.

"You look amazing." He said, smiling broadly.

"Thanks Harry. I better get back down so you can end the show." I blushed.

"Oh, haha, that's right. Let me help you." He grasped my hand gently between his and lead me over the barrier, next to a screaming Natalie and a crying Kyah. A tear of joy rolled down my cheek. Harry waved and went back to the stage.

"Ok, I guess this is goodnight! Thank you London. You were a great audience." Liam smiles.

"This has been such a great concert! Thanks everyone!" Zayn says, signing off. The boys walk off the stage. Liam, then Lou. Zayn leaves next, followed by a giggling Niall and a shocked Harry. The stage lights dim. I collect my things and faced Natalie and Kyah.

"Jasmine what the hell was that?" Kyah asks me, carefully wiping her joyful tears trying to maintain the mascara. She switches the camera off before nervously fixing up her hair.

"I have no idea." I replied. I stood there, speechless. I was starstruck. Natalie leaned over and gave me a huge hug. Kyah shuffled over and gave me the second one. I smiled to them and we began advancing towards the exit.

I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight.