Texting Harry Styles

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So, I'm currently in the car on the way to the concert and honestly I'm extremely nervous.

I met Harry only yesterday and he stayed the night. Of course we didn't do anything, just kissed, I'm still pure don't worry.

But things moved really quickly, we didn't even get the chance to properly know each other yet. You can't exactly tell your life story over text.

Not that mines really interesting, I have two loving parents, a brother who's nice enough, I live with my dad in the US while my mom lives in England.

My parents aren't rich, but they've always had enough money to get by comfortably. Well, they weren't rich until my mom decided to marry this English lawyer guy. But that's just her.

There's nothing particularly extra-ordinary about me and I'm fine with that. But then there's Harry, the famous guy with millions of fans who adore him (me being one of them of course).

He's travelled the world, been to most countries, experienced more things than I probably ever will.

And I'm not sure he'll want boring old me when he can have whoever he chooses.

"Lana!" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by my mom honking the car horn. What the hell?!

"We're here!" She says pointing to the arena. I unbuckle my seatbelt and take a few deep breaths.

"Where is Edward?" She asks, looking around.

"He uh- I'm meeting him inside." I reply, fixing my hair.

"Oh okay then, well honey I'll let you go. Be safe." I laugh and roll my eyes.

"Mom I don't think there we will be any muggers at a one direction concert."

"Even so, some of those fangirls are crazy." My mom says. I give her a bewildered expression. Since when did she know what a fangirl is?!

"I'm not like a regular Mom, I'm a cool mom." She winks at me and my mouth drops open.

"Did you just- did you just quote mean girls?"

"I did. Now please go, I have a takeaway to pick up."

"Wow I love you too,"

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I give my mom a hug goodbye and promise her I'll be safe from all the crazy fangirls.

I'm stood right outside of the arena, having no clue where to go.

Lana: Harry I'm outside where do I go??

Harold: where are you?

Lana: I'm like right by the meet and greet entrance

Harold: Just go in there

Lana: but I don't have a meet and greet ticket

Harold: I'll tell my security to let you in, I gotta go now. Fans are being let inside, see you in a minute <3

I join the meet and greet line and slowly edge forward, tapping my foot nervously. What if I don't get in? What if I-

"Lana Summers?" Says the security guy, looking at a picture on his phone then back at me. I nod my head.

"That's me," I squeak.

"You're through," He opens the door, letting me in.

I catch a glimpse of the boys and for a second my eyes lock with Harry's. He winks at me, smirks and then goes back to taking pictures with his fans.

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I'm finally near the front of the line, I've been stood here for fifteen minutes and my feet are starting to hurt.

The group of fans in front of me finish taking their selfies and crying, and me and a few other girls are next.

I practically run up to Harry and engulf him in a hug. He ruffles my hair and chuckles.

"I missed you too," He says, smiling. I roll my eyes and move away.

"Harry can I have a selfie?!" Asks a fan, holding out her phone.

"I'm gonna say hi to Louis," I make a small smile and walk over to Louis.

"Can I have a picture?" I look at Louis and he grins.

"You're Lana banana right?!" Wait, has Harry talked about me?

"Yeah, that's me." God why am I so awkward?!  Louis pulls me into a hug and whispers to Zayn, Liam and Niall.

"This is the girl Harry's been talking to." I feel the other guys eyes on me.

"No wonder Harry's so whipped," Niall winks and I try to ignore the heat rushing to my cheeks.

"Are you going to be going for pizza with us later? Harry said something about it." Louis asks.

"Maybe, I don't know what Harry has planned yet." I feel an arm drape around my shoulder. Harry.

"Well Harry, has something awesome planned."

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A/n don't know how I feel about this chapter