I sit front row, on something, I don't quite know what it is, but I sit on it anyways.
"Pam." A group of girls behind me screams, I jump and turn around, signing some pictures, awkwardly.
The concert ends, I cower up on the thing while they all exit regretfully.
Figuring the guys are on the tour bus and I'm alone I walk up to the stage, unable to resist, and tap the microphone, it's on.
I bite my lip, playing the beat in my head.
"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or, don't need makeup to cover up, being the way that you are is enou-u-ugh." I start.
Someone taps my shoulder as I start getting into it, I jump and open my eyes I didn't realize I'd closed.
Looking back I see its Harry, I flush bright red.
"Erm, are you coming babe?" He asks, holding out his hand.
"Oh, uhm, it was just..." I trail off.
"Calling your name?" He asks, gripping my hand an pulling me into his side while we walk along.
"You heard it?" I ask, never considered myself good but I've been told different.
"Yeah, you're not bad, maybe you should think about a singing career."
My stomach flips.
"I...have." I admit nervously, I always loved singing, always put all my emotion into it...
"And...?" He asks, we go outside.
"I uhm...never had the balls to audition."
He bursts out laughing?
"What?" I ask.
"Babe, it's funny because you're a girl with a vagina, not a guy with balls."
I shyly smile and shrug. "Just something we always said back home."
"Yeah, when do I get to meet your parents?" He asks.
"Uhm, I'm flying back for Christmas, maybe you could come with me?" I ask shyly.
I still don't think his friends like me, it's really awkward, maybe if I could just meet them formally...
"Sounds good." He agrees, I smile.
"You know what's really fun?" He asks, I smile.
"What?" I ask, he only looks at me with an unknown expression on his face, he smirks.
