The Lucky One

Chapter One

"You've got that one thing!" The crowd squealed and cheered as the lights faded from the stage. I saw a glimpse of his eyes locked onto mine. My face flushed with heat. Oh My God. Harry Styles was staring at me! I squealed and reached my arms out, eager to try and touch them. Like it would even happen. I got ultimate VIP tickets. Yes, I did get to meet each of them. We only took one picture and I got hugs. I am considered lucky compared to the other directioners, but I want more than just gaining memories for myself. I want to create memories with them. Of course, this is how every directioner dreams of it. How the hell would I get the chance?

As I saw shadows leaving the stage, I began tearing up. I reached out as far as possible. Suddenly, a soft, large hand took mine as his thumb softly rubbed my fingers as if he were showing comfort. His hand quickly slipped out from my firm grip and I could tell he was sprinting to get back to the other boys.

But... Which of the boys was it?

The concert was over and the room emptied in minutes. Most of the girls ran towards the parking lot where they could see their tour bus at the bottom floor. I watched, my eyes skimming past all of the girls until I shortly noticed Niall behind a large window waving at all of us. I laughed and we all waved back.

I slowly walked back to my car, reminiscing the whole concert with myself. I laughed, remembering Niall and Liam sticking their cute faces in front of the camera, Zayn hugging and messing with all of the boys, Louis doing his hip thrusts, and Harry winking at all of the ladies.

I slowly took each step on the wet concrete, my heels echoing about. I looked at my feet, smiling at the memories. I accidentally bumped into somebody, realizing a man's big shoulder hit me. "Oh.." he whispered. He had on a purple hoodie with his back turned at me. It seemed as if he had just finished texting for he stuck his phone in his back pocket and turned at me. It was him. Harry. Harry Styles. Harry Edward Styles. "Hello!" he smiled with a bright grin. Harry's voice was just so amazing. "Yo- You're.. H-H-Harr-" he cut me off by placing his index finger on my lips. He took my hand and shook it with a firm grip. It was Harry. He took my hand on stage.

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Harry. What's your name? His smile was too overwhelming and his eyes were like crystals. "I-I'm.." I stuttered for words, forgetting my name for a second, "..Eryn!" I came back to my senses. He gave a sweet nod and slowly shook my hand. "Thank you, Eryn."

"For what?"

"For attending the concert. I hope you enjoyed it." His accent was irresistible. I was lost for words, so i just smiled. "I would love to talk more, but I've got to catch our tour bus," he chuckled very adorably, though I didn't have an idea why. "and the girls might find me here quite soon." His raspy, yet sexy voice sent a million chills down my spine.

He let go of my hand and quickly speed walked towards the bus. "C-Ciao!" is what came to my stupid mind. I hoped I didn't sound too stupid, hoping for a reply. He looked at me and laughed. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled back, "May fate fall upon us!" He continued to run, giving me a wave goodbye. My heart skipped a beat and my breathe became hard.

No way. Harry Styles just shook my hand.. And SPOKE to me!

I began scolding myself for making it seem so awkward for him, but afterwards, I didn't care. My favorite of the band finally noticed me! As soon as I got to my car, I squealed and screamed. My heart race was furious. I stopped to catch a breath and carefully drove home.

The next morning, I called my best friend and told him the news. "Austin! You will not BELIEVE what happened last night!" I literally screamed into my phone. It took him a moment to reply, and he asked, "Care to share?" He sounded a bit uninterested. "I talked... To THE Harry Styles!! Can you believe it?!"

Austin laughed. "Oh my God, do you mean that gay faggot, Styles?" I only laughed with him because his laugh was hilarious. "He is NOT gay! He's so charming!" I sighed, bringing back the scene in my head. I heard Austin sigh, "Why do you even like him?" He interrupted my chance of response and said, "Never mind. don't answer that." He sounded disappointed somehow, but I ignored it.

"Anyway, wanna go for coffee? It's still pretty early."

"Why not?" I grinned. "Great! I'll come. Pick you up in ten. You better not take forever this time, got it?" we both laughed and hung up.

I went to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Before I was set, I made sure my outfit was decent. I had a white tank top under a pinkish, plaid, rolled-up sleeved shirt and a pair of my favorite skinny jeans with my red Toms. I tied my hair up into a bun and put on a pair of diamond earrings, grabbing my small purse with only money in it. My phone rang and i picked it up. "Get down here, gorgeous!" I hung up and ran out the front door, making sure it was locked.

"Don't you look stunning today?" he smirked, opening the car door for me. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, jumping into the car. "I'm not trying to impress you." I laughed. "I know. I was kidding. Ready, ugly?" We laughed.

We bought our coffee and sat outside. He stared at me for a while and I looked at him very suspiciously. "...What?"

"If you were to be with someone you really love who loves you back or Harry Styles, which would it be?"

Oh no. This was about him. I tried to give a quick answer.

"Well, thinking about it, millions of girls are chasing after Harry Styles and there is the smallest chance of me even getting to see him again. Knowing someone else loving me and I feel the same way about them, I'd be with him."

Austin's tense fist calmed after I gave the answer. We were silent for a while. He drove me back home and we began talking normally again.

I arrived back home and turned the radio on. As I was undressing into more comfortable clothes, I caught the words "Call to get one free ultimate VIP ticket to One Directions LAST concert!" on the radio. I screamed as I reached for my phone in my purse and dialed the number. As I waited with anticipation, I quickly paced my bedroom floor. "Sorry. You are not the lucky winner. Try again next time!" I ended the call and sighed. I plopped onto my bed and began tearing up. Then I remembered I owned a home phone. I jumped out of my bed and rushed towards my kitchen, picking up the phone and dialing the number again.

It felt like centuries before they picked up.

"Congratulations! You are the lucky winner!"

No way. I just got tickets to see another One Direction concert. I am full of luck! Fate has answered and I'm going to see the boys again! I looked more forward to seeing that charming boy again. I clasped my hands together and stared at the ceiling.

"Harry, I'm coming to see you again."