Capturing Beauty

Six

When Harry ran off I knew somehow I messed up. Maybe he was embarrassed that everyone seemed to know that I was the girl or maybe seeing me was what he least expected.

All I knew in that moment was that I needed to run after him. So that's what I did. I ran after him as fast as my short legs could carry me. I ran because I needed to fix this, I couldn't have another person mad at me for something I did wrong.

I passed by many doors and rounded a few corners until I found him collapsed in front of what seemed to be an ice machine. He looked like a tornado has just appeared out of nowhere but fortunately passed without leaving any major damage. Dark circles were underneath his green eyes and he was all disheveled from running as fast as he could.

"Now I know where to get ice." I declared, sitting across from him. It was as if we were in the elevator all over again but this time around there was an exit and we knew a little more about each other.

Harry laughed a lifeless chuckle saying, "do you know how embarrassed I was when I tried to find you, succeeded and you made no effort all at to acknowledge my presence whatsoever? And now here you are, on my band's tour, acting as if I'd actually want you here? Everyone said I shouldn't have tried to find you in the first place but when I stumbled upon your account there was no going back."

"Harr-"

"No, don't Harry me." He choked out, hurt laced in his tone. "I'm not going to make you leave, but I'd rather not have anything to do with you. So take all the pictures you want of me, but please don't talk to me."

And then he was gone, for the second time. Harry stalked out of the little cove we found ourselves in as a single tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn't fix this. Harry made it clear he wanted nothing to do with me and it was all my fault.

The walk back to my room was long and stressful. Harry obviously hated me and he'd probably turn the rest of One Direction against me, so then taking good pictures of them would be ten times more difficult than it would be if we were all friends.

I was going to be stuck taking photographs of those who didn't want anything to do with me.

"Why are you down honey bunches of oats?" Frannie questioned as I stepped back into our now deserted hotel room.

"Where did everyone go?"

"The busses are loading up, so we best get down there. And you never answered my question." She defended, grabbing her stuff and walked towards the door.

I grabbed my tan, worn out camera bag and followed directly behind her, catching up with a sigh. "Harry hates me."

She laughed a short evil laugh before telling me, "Harry couldn't hate anyone, he's probably just in a mood. "

"He literally told me he wanted nothing to do with me." We entered the dimly lit stairs entrance, sounds of boyish laughter already inside.

"Yup, definitely a mood." Fran decided, taking the stairs with extreme speed I wish she had when we were coming up earlier.

The bus ride back to the arena was filled with with singalongs and joyful stories told by those who have worked with the boys the longest.

Dave was waiting for me just where he said he would be when I got back inside.

"Alright, let's just jump right in." His muscles were probably the largest I had ever seen. He looked like he should have been a bodybuilder yet he was touring the world with four dudes.

Dave began to walk towards the entrance I saw him go through earlier and when he realized I wasn't following, made a hurried gesture that I should have been.