Lightbulb (h.s.)

3- Distress

One Direction, my #1 idols, stopped in front of me. Louis glanced down at my bike, leading the others to also look at my means of transportation, humour in their eyes.

"Love, I think you're a little early for the concert," Zayn said patronizingly, stifling laughter. The others muffled their small chuckles in various ways.

I held back a small tear of embarrassment and stumbled over my words nervously.

"O-oh, umn, I'm not actually going," I blushed sadly. They looked at me questioningly, so I decided to explain.

"I couldn't really afford tickets, even though one of my closer friends is going and she bought tickets for the rest of her friends. It doesn't matter though, because my Mum's in the hospital and she might die so I just needed somewhere to be and I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I really should go," I puffed. I shrugged my sweater back on and fixed my helmet onto my head before a large, slightly rough hand stopped me.

"Say that again? Your Mum's in the hospital?" Harry's voice sent involuntary flutters through my chest. My heart soared at his touch.

"Yeah," I said, looking down at my bicycle. "I called 911 last night. She's in a coma." I looked back up at the five amazing people.

Harry's face was coated with pity for me, and the others had a look on their faces as if they didn't believe me.

"Bullshit," I heard Liam scoff. Louis, Niall and Zayn laughed with him at my expense, but Harry glared over at them. I felt my eyes glisten as I turned away and finished clipping on my helmet.

"I never should've come here," I whispered, heartbroken. All but one of my role models had openly called me a lair and implied towards me being an attention seeker.

"Guys, look at her. You're hurting her feelings." The deep, husky voice I recognized as none other than Harry Styles spoke in my defence.

"Lad, of course her Mum's not in a fucking coma," I winced at Niall's words, slowly mounting my bike. "She's looking to cause a scene or she wants our pity. You should be used to that by now, Harry. Just ignore the girl and leave," he said. My heart shattered with every word and I turned on my bike, preparing to rocket away before they catch me sobbing.

"Then can we just take a picture with her? Maybe it's true," Harry begged. The four shook their heads and walked inside the stadium.

"Here, love, can I see your phone?" he said softly. I nodded as a few tears spilled out. He wiped them away with the side of his index finger as I reached into my bag, tenderly fishing out my badly cracked iPod Touch 4th Generation. I unlocked it and handed it to him, dismounting the gleaming white bicycle.

"What's your name?"

"E-Emmilee."

"It's a beautiful name, Em."

"T-thanks," I stammered through the butterflies in my stomach. He finished typing something into my iPod. Instantly afterwards, I heard a vibration from his pocket. He pulled out a shiny black iPhone 5 S and tapped into it, passing my iPod back to me.

I noticed it was still on the page of iMessage, so I looked to see brand-new contact information connected to it. In the app, I saw he'd sent himself a text.

Hi Haz! OXOXOXO

I didn't know how he sent it to himself, I don't even have a data plan-

I glanced into the top left corner to see that I was connected to Rexall Place wifi and mentally smacked myself; he must've connected to it for me.

A small Ribbit! startled me from my speaker. I checked the text to see it was from Harry.

Hey love, they're jerks. The only thing that matters is that I believe you xx