Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Moments

"Thank you London! You were amazing tonight!" Harry's heavy breathing could be heard through his mike as he ended the concert.

The screaming of the fans became louder as the boys walked off stage. Each of them grabbed a water bottle from the table near the stage stairs. The contents of the bottles were downed instantly.

"We're stopping at Nando's before we leave for the next venue. Want to come?" Harry approached me where I sat on the ground cutting headbands out of a pair of neon pink tights.

"Sure, why Nando's?" I asked running a pair of scissors across the side of the tights slicing them open.

"Niall's idea. We won't be back in London until the tour is over so it's kinda like a goodbye treat. What are you doing?" He crouched in front of me.

"Making headbands." I tied a knot in the tights and pulled it over my head pushing my hair back, "See?"

"That's cool. Make me one?"

"You're a guy. Why would you want a headband?"

"I like to wear them under my beanies." He shrugged.

"You're a dork."

"A sexy dork. I'm going to change. Stay here." He winked and then left.

I put the finished headbands and scissors in my duffel bag and threw away the cut up tights. I wandered around backstage scrolling through my twitter feed when I accidentally knocked into a guitar stand. The guitar crashed loudly into the ground. I quickly picked it up hoping nobody noticed.

"Shit," I realized the guitar belonged to Niall. Hopefully I didn't break it.

Only a few stagehands were around busy cleaning up equipment. I sat down on an old broken speaker and held Niall's guitar in my lap. I had a guitar back home and used to play and take lessons when I was younger. Since my acting career took off I hadn't played much because I was hardly ever home and was always busy. I strummed a few chords eventually falling into Stay by Rihanna. I sang softly hoping to not get caught with Niall's guitar.

"You've got it all lass. You can act, dance, sing, and play guitar. What's next?" I jumped when I heard a familiar Irish voice.

"Well, I do play a mean game of volleyball. I played on varsity when I was a freshman. Basketball too. Hope you don't mind that I played this." I held up the guitar by the neck.

"It's fine. I trust you not to break it." He took the guitar from me and opened the case he was holding. "You're not too bad. You play often?" He clicked the latch on the case shut.

"I used to more when I was younger. That's the first time I've played in almost a year."

"That's not too bad for not playing for almost a year. You have a pretty voice too."

"Thanks. I've been told before, but I take it as being nice."

"I mean it seriously. You ever think about performing or recording?"

"No, not really. A lot of people can sing well. I'm just one of them. Doesn't mean I can go anywhere with it."

"You should try. You might be surprised. I bet you could go far with a voice like that."

"Thanks, but I think I'll stick to what I'm doing. At least I know I can do something with it."

"I'm just saying. You should consider it. Keeping a talent like that to yourself is pretty selfish."

"I'll keep that in mind." I smiled.

"Good, see you at Nando's!" He turned to walk away.

"Wait! Arn't we all going together?" I sat up straight.