Chapter #3: Care
-PREVIOUSLY-
@Harry_Styles: Hurrrrrry uppppppp....
Yes I receive notifications when he tweets, don't judge me. Wait that's meant for me. I instantly shoved the phone into my jeans pocket and speed-walked towards the building. My head was now just a faint headache, pounding at the back of my head. I was able to push it aside, had I actually went into the concert I probably would have died from the pain. Not exaggerating. There was one man in a black suit standing stiffly outside of the door leading to the hallway were I met Harry. Funny that someone hadn't been there before. I walked up to him and he glanced down at me, towering above me, much like harry. I'm 5'4 so-rry. "I'm Brielle" I said confidently. He nodded and stepped out of my way, allowing me to enter the hallway. I turned the corner and there was Harry leaning against the wall. His curls hung loosely on his head and he had on a pair of sweatpants. They looked much more comfortable than the black skinny jeans he had on a few hours ago. Here goes nothing.
-CURRENTLY-
I took a step forward, "Hi Harry". His head shot up from his phone and a smile began forming, his dimples showing themselves fully for the first time. "Hey Brielle, what did you think of the concert?" He asked. His green eyes sparkled when he asked this, full of energy. "I couldn't go in there, my head would have killed me... Literally" I responded, disappointed that I wasn't even able to see them after I saved up for years. His emerald colored eyes lost their sparkle for a moment when he took in what I just said, although I didn't have a clue why he was so disappointed I didn't make it. "Oh, well let's just say there was a special twist added to it" He responded cheekily. Great, now I'm going to go crazy about what happened. "So, Brielle... How did you get back here in the first place?" He asked me. I laughed, this was going to be an interesting story to tell. "Well.. Lets just say I got lost finding a bathroom and some how I ended up here...." I said, laughing every so often at my stupidity. He stared at me for a second, as if to see if I'm bluffing. When he saw that I wasn't he let out a little fit of laughter. It didn't last longer than 3 seconds but I could tell it was genuine.
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We talked for a while longer, I found out a few things about him, he found out a few things about me. I was really having a fun time but then I looked at the clock, we had talked for almost 2 hours... It's amazing how it seemed only like 30 minutes. But hey, I'm not complaining. I had a regular conversations with my idol, even saw him shirtless. He had to go soon though, this couldn't last forever.
"May I have a picture with you?" I asked, smiling slightly. He smiled and then pulled me over to him, his large hand placing a firm grip on my bare shoulder. I shivered under his touch. While I fumbled with my phone Harry started whistling a familiar tune, the one that saved me. It made my smile fade a little, remembering that day. I can't exactly say that I don't think about Tony every now and then, I still miss him. Obviously it wasn't meant to be, I'm beginning to think I never will find a guy.
I pulled my slick white phone out of my messy purse, it took a while to find. I had to sort through receipts, loose cash, multiple lip glosses and practically everything else a girl needs. I opened the camera app, pointing the camera to face us. Harry pulled me closer, it was almost impossible for us to get any nearer. Well unles- never mind. I then reached out my arm, seeing my reflection on the screen, as well as Harry's. His dimples shown easily and his hair a scattered mess. He had taken off his stage makeup and a few zits were showing, proving that he was yet still human. Even though he seemed like an angel to me. I was about to take the picture when I saw Harry's expression change. It was his normal charming self, smiling and happy. Now it showed sadness and concern.
