Chapter 3
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Sarah nudges me.
“It’s coming Leah!” OH SHIT! Does she mean...oh she better not v...vom. Too late. Sarah just officially vomited all over Zayn Milak’s Shoes. Lucky it was Zayn, I don’t care for him much and his slope of a hair do, but he still didn’t deserve that. NOBODY deserves that. I feel so sorry for him, but before I can apologise Sarah sprints off crying. I want to follow but I have to say something. “I’m so sorry. She is your biggest fan, really. She just gets over-excited. Really sorry guys.” I say in a very monotone voice.
“Its fine really, wouldn’t be the first time that happened or the worst thing either when I think about it.” Zayn-nice-What is this?! I flash him a smile and turn to walk away before hearing a mumble and turning around to see Harry still frozen in the same position he was when he started, and my mischievous smile, sliding into a cold hard stare.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that?”
“Harry, he said that you should show your smile more often...” Replied Louis.
“Leah, call me Leah.” I finish his sentence. I don’t turn to run yet though, just stand there thinking; what is he on about? Since when would he care? I nod, still holding my eyes locked to Harry whose broad shoulders are slumped, jeans hanging loosely off of his waist, before turning around and skipping off to find Sarah. Well that went well, not.
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Harry’s POV
It’s her. She came to the meet and greet. I figured she wouldn’t because of the way she death stared me. I had to try though, I couldn’t just forget about her, she is way to stunning to just dismiss. The people in front of her finish blabbering. I’m not even listening. All I can hear is mumbling, as I devote my whole attention to her. She is talking to her friend but I don’t care.
My body freezes the second the group of young girls leave the room and she steps forward. I have so many things I want to ask and say, but nothing. Absolutely nothing comes out of my mouth. It’s horrible; I stand there like a stunned mullet, frozen. Her and her friend begin to converse with the other guys, I see her friend run and rump onto who I think is Nial, but I don’t even wince or blink, trying to savour every moment with her there is. I want to say something, I begin to speak but no words come out, so I just give up. She glances at me occasionally but her smile turns to a frown until she turns away again. Why me? Why does she hate me?
There is only one thought presently running through my mind. Her, I wish I new her name. I would ask her, but I can’t. All of a sudden, her friend lunges forward. Liquid projectiling from her mouth to the shoes, in which Zayn is wearing. He stands by my left side, looking like he is now about to throw up himself. She turns and bolts out of the room. Her friend left there, apologising over and over again.
I totally put aside the state Zayn is in and just listen to the beautiful sound of her voice. Simply the sound of an angel. I continue to stare until she gives up on apologising and turns to walk away. Finally I half unfreeze and quickly manage to mutter. “You should smile more often...” I don’t know her name, what do I call her? I fail to finish my sentence. She must’ve heard me though cause spins around. However, Louis restates what I mumbled so she hears more clearly.
“Harry, he said that you should show your smile more often...” Replied Louis.
“Leah, call me Leah.” She finishes his sentence.
LEAH! LEAH! My whole body radiates with joy before she turns to run off. Leah! Her name is Leah. It’s beautiful, just like her. Now I know her name and can find her and tell her how beautiful she really is.
