Courage to Fly (EDITING IN PROCESS)

Chapter Eleven

Cheyenne's POV

The next week and a half went by in a sort of blur. I noticed camera people following me by myself, and it was even worse when it was me and Harry together. Kacey was calling K every five minutes telling her about the article she had just read or something. K was slightly annoyed with it. But she didn't necessarily ignore her. She was our best friend.

Harry came over almost every night, save for the few that I spent at his house. He even stayed over a couple of times. K was really good about it, she liked him, and he liked her, which was a good thing I guess, because if they hadn't liked each other, then we were in trouble...but they liked each other, so we were all good!!

It was now the night of the kick off concert, and K was getting ready like nothing could go wrong...in all reality, she should be nervous...me and Harry had a plan...

"I'm nervous," I said.

"Don't be," he smiled.

"Don't introduce me to your mum or sister or anyone important..."

He laughed. "No, I think I'd be way too nervous myself then...no, I'm going to introduce you to the rest of the band. Liam, Zayn and Niall."

I blew out a breath. "Good..."

"But..." He said.

I raised an eyebrow. "But...?"

"I do have a plan..."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "K's going to be there, and she already told me that she liked Niall...and I can see them together easy. The only thing is: he has no clue who she is..." He winked at me, "yet."

I smiled. "I see where we're going here...and I like it..."

So I was dancing around in my room getting myself ready. Harry has seen me in a fancy dress, in a little day dress slightly spruced up, and a multifarious collection of sweatpants and hoodies; so I decided, I didn't care two wits about what I wore around him, but I wanted to look pretty.

I wore a short pink-plaid skirt with short biking pants under it. I wore my little flats, and a bright pink graphic tee-shirt. I was going to wear my leather jacket with it so that I wasn't that cold...but then again, I'm betting that I'll be burning up before this afternoon was over.

I was pretty much ready, and I picked up my phone and started texting Harry. After a few minutes he called me.

"Hey, babe," he said.

"Hey..." I said grinning.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, K's not, though."

He laughed, moving away from whatever was making the loud noises in the background. "We're doing sound check right now, it'll be another hour before I can come and get you."

"You're coming to get us?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "I have your tickets." He laughed at me.

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't expecting you to come and get us,"

"I want to..."

"I'm glad..."

"I'll always want to come for you, you know that right?"

I was silent for a moment and then sighed. "Yeah, I know..." We had grown a strong bond over the past three weeks we had been dating. I really think that I have fallen in love for him, and not Harry Stylesfrom One Direction, but, Harry the sweet man (boy? man? boy?) that has caught my heart, and that I would still be with if he suddenly lost everything. I'd still keep him if he'd have me...always...