Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

I Want

After three weeks of rehearsals we were ready for our first show. In that time I had gotten by body into the best shape I had ever been in. The first concert was in The O2 Area on the 23rd which was tomorrow. I watched from the floor as the boys ran through their set. All of them were extremely hyper and bounded across the stage singing along to the music. I sat in one of the chairs in the front row scrolling through my twitter feed. Fans of the boys were tweeting their excitement over tomorrow's concert and their tour was trending.

"Abigail, we need you on stage left." Meg tapped my shoulder and pointed to where I was to go.

Backstage, I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my bare foot on the stage floor waiting for my cue.

As soon as the boys finished their song a loud voice cam over the sound system, "Great, okay let's take a break and be back in twenty."

The sound of approaching footsteps les me to duck behind a piece of equipment as Harry and the boys walked offstage in search of a snack. Once they passed I crept out onto the stage. Pulling my iPod out of the pocket of my shorts I unraveled the headphones wrapped around the small device and placed them in my ear. I found 'Kiss You' in One Direction playlist and stood center stage. I slipped my iPod onto the waistband of my shorts relying on the elastic to keep it there. The music began playing and I started running through the routine improving on the partner parts when needed. I was about to do a leap when a warm pair of hands grasped my waist and a raspy voice whispered in my ear pulling out an earbud.

"Jump."

I do so and found myself starring into a pair of beautiful green eyes as I was spun in circles. Harry held me in his arms close to his chest and I just starred at him unable to form a sentence. He set me down and took the earbud the dangled over my should and placed it his his ear. I watched speechless as he pulled my iPod out if the waistband if my shorts and began fiddling with the control buttons. With one hand still on my waist he held the other out for me. I took it and placed my free hand on his broad shoulder. A familiar song began playing as Zayn's voice filled my ear.

"Your hand fits in mine

Like it's made just for me

But bear this in mind

It was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots

With the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me."

Harry pulled me closer to him as we slowly danced across the stage never breaking eye contact. I gasped when he began to softly kiss my neck.

"Harry, stop. We can't."

He responded by leaving a trail of kisses up my neck to my chin. I tried pushing away, but Harry's strength overpowered mine.

"Give me a second chance." He murmured.

"I did. As friends." His hot breath in my neck sent a to tingling sensation down my spine.

"Haz, were ready for the next song!" Louis' voice broke our moment and I pulled away before Harry could go any further.

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"Are you serious? Isn't this considered overpacking?" Sara asked referring to the three large suitcases waiting by the door.

"No, I like to have options." I unzipped a bag and added another shirt to it's already bulging contents.

"What if you go shopping between shows?"

"I'll just get another suitcase." I said simply zipping the suitcase back up.