Unconditionally // A Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

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Scarlett's P.O.V

Was it a normal thing to a have sweat on your bottom lip, shivery hands and stomach filled with bats that were about to explode? Harry noticed me or I thought he did. I was surrounded by many fans who pushed and shoved as Harry sang and maybe I saw it wrong. We stood there, seeing how many fans surrounded the boys with cameras and security observing every one like I'd we were criminals.

"Well, let's go!" Jessica squealed.

"Wait!" I said and grabbed her by the arm, "they look a little crowded. We should wait a little"

She gave me an incredulous look, "uh no? If we don't go, we will miss the chance of meeting them, are you scared?".

I swallowed, scared wasn't the word that described what I felt. "No of course not" I tried to play it cool.

I looked around and the room where we were wasn't large, it was medium. It felt crowded with the 20 fans that walked around and other that surrounded the boys made it seem little. Suddenly I felt Jasmine shove me. I looked at her and saw that a girl had passed by and shoved her making her shove me. The girl didn't even notice, she walked so eager with a pen and a picture to be signed. I felt Jessica move, a step in front but I noticed that my bracelet was caught in her hand bag.

"Wait Jessica" I said Beginning to ruffle the bracelet off but she didn't listen and began to walk.
I felt this sudden Yank on my wrist making me loose my balance and my feet beginning to get tangled in the carpet. I lost control and fell to the ground with a girlish "ah!" feeling the heavy weight of Jasmine collapse aside me with a squeal gasp. It was then where I noticed that I had my arm linked with hers and I had dragged her down with me.

"Jesus Scarlett!" Jasmine complained as we laid there puzzled.

I felt stupid, regretting inmediatley why I was born so clumsy and wished I could reverse time to prevent this from happening. But there wasn't much to do but to get up and walk it off. Everyone's eyes were on us, some shocked and others judgmental.

"My hand" Jasmine muttered cupping her right hand as she slowly sat up on to her knees.

"What's wrong?" I asked concerned, finally sitting up on to my knees like my friend.
But before she could even answer, she was cut off by an Irish accent, husky voice that hovered over us. It was my attention that shot inmediately up to see who had spoke. And then I frozed, breathless and astonished to see a curly boy with beautiful green eyes looking at us concerned. Aside of him stood a shorter boy, his hair was short but long enough to be a little tossaled. His blueish greenish eyes glared at Jasmine who didn't seem to notice them, she was too busy rubbing her hand.

"Jasmine.." I whispered softly as possible and a little out of tune. I elbowed her and finally she looked up.

"Are you girls okay?" Harry spoke again, his eyebrows knotted but with a smirk.

"Uh, yeah" I managed to speak, "my friend, she got a little injured when she fell"

Louis, if I am right, looked a little more concern and eagerly looked at Jasmine, "what's wrong?"

I looked at Jasmine who was blushing and looked down at her hand finding the words, "I uh....I think its just a carpet burn".

All of the fans were surrounding us, heads popping up to get a better view, other muttering to each other about what just happened.

"We should get that checked " Louis said who grabbed Jasmine gently by the arm to help her stand. He took her to a near by table and smiled at her. It was cute, to see how Louis was barley a little taller then Jasmine and to see how he softly took her by the hand just to see he damage. Jasmine blushing and trying to hide that smile, an excited, eager and uncontrollable smile. I loved seeing her this happy. They began to mummer to each other, I guessed they talked about how we fell. She rolled her eyes at me, blaming it on me but she only caused Louis to chuckle.

"You know, I can't really squat much in these jeans" Harry had spoke, and startled me for completely to see him aside me. He had squat to my length and he playfully smiled. I looked down to see his legs where his hands dangled and seeing how his jeans compressed his thighs. Harry struggled to keep balance.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" I scramble to my feet as Harry followed.

He chuckled and crossed this arms across his chest narrowing his eyes at me. "Are the girls alright?" A blonde boy with blue eyes had walked behind Harry with a smile. His arm resting on Harry's shoulder and up close made me guess it was Niall.

Harry looked at me with a question look, expecting me to answer. "Um, yes. It was just me falling and causing my friend to hurt herself" I said.

We all glanced back to Jasmine who had an icepack on her hand and giggling to what ever Louis had said. "But I think she is okay".

"You girls had a rough fall" Niall spoke again this time with a grin.

I looked down to myself crossing my arms embarrassed, "I tripped over that carpet and made my friend fall.....dragging her along".

The boys chuckled, they both had such beautiful smile but my attention was on Harry's. Of course I kept my stare discreetly, but it was so difficult not to look at him.

"Niall! Can I take a picture with you?" A girl, around 15 years old smiled at Niall so eager for him to say yes. She clutched her phone in her hand nervously and her eyes glittered.

"Of course you can!" He said. He had answered so jolly making him sound like a sweetheart, the girl melted with awe. "Excuse me". He paused and turned back to look at me "I'm Niall by the way".

He stretched a hand out and I shook it "Nice to meet you". And with that he left with the girl for the picture she had asked leaving me and Harry alone again.

Harry gave me a smirk, "Are you here with your daughter?".

My eyebrows went up and I couldn't help to give a choked chuckle as I said, "what?".

"Or a sister?".
I rose and eyebrow at him. "I am not a mother, I came here with my two friends".

Harry licked his bottom lip making my legs wobble "I'm sorry, its just that you look like one of those moms or sisters that brought a younger sibling".

"Well no, I'm not. I am still a little young to become a mother Harry" and then I paused. I already called him by his name without me presenting myself. Harry didn't seem to mind and didn't say a word but just smiled.
"Your not a fan, right?".
I blushed, it was going to sound rude to respond in a no because technically I wasn't but I did gain this crush on him in less then a day. "Why...?"
"Well you don't look like one" he said.

"I don't?"

He shook his head, "When I saw you in the crowd you were more startled to hear the fans go crazy to see us and through out the concert you simply observed and eventually sang along".

So he did notice me..

"Is that a bad thing?"

He looked at me so softly, slowly biting his bottom lip making it difficult for me to handle my stare. "No, its not" and then he seemed to be thoughtful, "I like it".

I narrowed my eyes puzzled, "You like me not being a fan?" I was surprised to hear how harsh that sounded, saying I wasn't a fan to one of the most professional singers, that any girl would love to be as close as I was.
"Yes" he spoke, "You are one in a million".

"Of...?" My voice slowly cracked as if I was loosening energy, but it was just me melting inside.

"What's your name?".

I swallowed, "Scarlet". Harry gave me his hand, "Pretty name, I'm Harry Styles" and he slowly squeezed my hand as if they were made out of rose pedals. His soft hand wrapping around mine and our eyes locked with a smile as we shook hands.