Drag Me Down (h.s.) EDITING

Always a Fan

I took the fastest shower I could while going over what had just happened. I was more than happy that Harry apologized even though this whole mess between us was my fault. The important thing is that we are friends again. Normal, I have no feelings for you, friends.

I sighed as I towel dried my hair. I would put some mousse in it and call it a day. My hair is unruly on my best day and today I don't have the time to bother with fixing it. I had already stayed in bed all day. I originally hadn't planned on going to the concert but since Harry seemed okay I wanted to go. I loved to see them perform. It made me feel like a kid on Christmas.

I dug through my suitcase looking for something decent to wear. The weather was nice but we would be inside the arena. I tapped my foot against the floor thinking. I was the world's worst at trying to find something to wear. For any occasion. I glanced over at the black skinny jeans I bought when I was out with El. I might was well wear them. They're too cute to go to waste. I pulled the black skinny's on along with a gray tank top and my leather jacket. I applied a little make up, just enough to make sure I didn't look like death. After slipping on my shoes I headed down to the lobby where I knew one of the cars would be waiting to take me to the show. I could get used to this.

As I was lead to the side of the stage I could feel my nerves getting the best of me. The boys had already begun singing. They were beautiful creatures. Zayn hit his high notes perfectly as I watched Harry close his eyes to sing during a chorus. Niall was close behind them strumming his guitar perfectly. Liam walked up to Louis and slung his arm around his shoulders while he sang his part next. They were fucking perfection and no one could tell me any different. Not when I sit here and watch them transform during each song. Each one of them give their all song after song. They laugh and joke but are more dedicated than half the artists around today. Regardless of their "boy band" stereotype.

I blush as I realize that Niall is focused on me as he sings his part in "Little Things." I smile and look away quickly when he winks at me. I immediately look back around when I hear a loud cough into a microphone. I wanted to melt in to the ground. None of the girls in the crowd could see me but I knew it was Harry's strangled cough in to his microphone. He tried to cover it up by going to get a bottle of water. I knew better. I took a chance and glanced his way as he sipped his water between songs. He was looking right at me. The look in his eyes passed but I saw it. He was hurt. I needed to talk to Niall and fast.

I made it through the entire concert while hiding out on the sidelines. I walked out to explore and was amazed at what I saw. The entire arena was packed. There wasn't an empty seat in the house. I could feel the tears prick the back of my eyes. I was so extremely proud of them. This only reinforced my earlier decision to clarify with Niall that we were to go back to being just friends. No hand holding, no random late night trips to my room, and no affectionate winks during concerts.

 "Tonight was AMAZING!" Liam pumped his fist in the air as the rest of the boys took seats around the small dressing room and agreed with him. We all met up in Zayn's room after the show. I looked around out of curiosity. I skimmed over the make up, hair products, and racks of clothes. He didn't even wear all those clothes but I guess variety is good to have. I took a mental note of a jacket I wanted to 'borrow.' I smirked to myself.

"The crowd was brilliant." Harry said taking a sip from his water bottle. I couldn't look at him. I was reminded all over again of what had happened on stage.

"Lani, did I see you wiping away a few tears?" Louis gave me a mischievous grin.

"No, I totally got something in my eye." I scoff and stick my tongue out at him. Very unladylike. I uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them, not making eye contact. They all chuckled at my lie. I was always a fan above anything. They could bring me to tears any time they wanted just by looking at me a certain way. Bastards. They were too gifted.

The rest of the time was spent bantering back and forth between the six of us. We laughed about funny moments during the concert. They all teased me once again. Zayn pointed out I was desperately trying to steal his style. I gave him the finger while rolling my eyes. I did like his style but I was older than him. I could win this on a technicality. I laughed at my own thoughts while they looked at me as I lost my mind. Maybe I had. They didn't need to know that. I relaxed as I listened to them talk amongst themselves about one thing or another. Before I knew it I was drifting off to sleep as Louis and Zayn talked about whose hair took longer to style.