Chapter 8

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'Shit' I heard a raspy tone curse.

'Shit' He spoke again.

I blinked a few times and opened my eyes slowly. My head was pounding I had never been in so much pain in my entire life. I felt like someone had dropped a ton of bricks on my head. I quickly scanned the corridor before anyone realised I was awake, but they were nowhere to be seen. They had ran off so I had to explain by myself why I was backstage when it was there idea. I was even angrier with them now. I realised multiple pairs of eyes were starting at me, but my eyes were suddenly caught by the most beautiful pair of green eyes I had ever seen in my life. I felt my heartbeat increase rapidly. I slowly examined this beautiful boy's face. His eyes were filled with worry and fear. His plump pink lips parted slightly. His dimples peeking out slightly. I had such a soft spot for dimples, I just love them. His hand was running through his chocolate brown locks pushing them off his face making him look even more like an angel.

'H-how long have I been o-out?' I stuttered.

'Erm, 5 minutes ago, you were hit in the head with a door' the curly haired boy, Harry responded.

I felt everything that had just happened to me come flooding back.

'I know what bloody happened you idiot' I scowled at him.

He remained silent obviously taken back by my abrupt response.

'Well' I demanded.

'I, I, I' He stuttered.

I didn't feel bad that I was taking my bad mood out on him I had to get rid of it quickly. I decided to try and stand up, as soon as stood up I felt dizzy and I could feel my legs about to give way. My head was pounding even worse. It didn't help that lots of people were staring at me, but the only eyes I could see were his, they were glued to me. In that second my legs caved in, and I tumbled forward. Until suddenly a pair of tanned, tattooed arms caught hold of me. His arms were almost as beautiful as his face, they were tanned and toned with some tattoos. I had always liked tattoos on boys and after seeing these tattoos I liked them even more. As I examined his tattoos I hadn't realised he was starting at me.

'I will take her to the hospital' he spoke.

'No, no I am fine' I mumbled, as I finally stood up by myself.

He didn't let go of my arm. Keeping a tight grip so I didn't fall again. In that moment I began to feel extremely sick and before I had time to process how ill I felt, I vomited all over the floor and his shoes. Weirdly as I vomited he held my hair back for me, still not realising my arm from his grip, which had now softened.

'I am so sorry' I spoke weakly.

He just nodded. I felt so embarrassed; I could feel my cheeks beginning to flush. He handed me a towel and some water. I wiped my mouth and took a sip of water feeling instantly better. I loosened out of his grip finally and stumbled back.

'Come on' he spoke, reaching his hand out for me.

'Do you not want to change your shoes?' I asked.

'It's fine' he responded.

'Please change them' I pleaded.

He grumbled and walked back into the dressing room. This was my chance to leave. Ari and Rose had probably already gone. My anger was boiling up again, oh dear. It was the push I needed. I suddenly felt my adrenaline kick in and I started to run down the corridor. I had never run that fast in my life, not even in P.E.

'HEY' I heard a familiar raspy voice call from behind,

But I didn't stop or turn around. I kept running, my speed increasing I was almost at the door. But I wasn't fast enough. He caught hold of my arm spinning me around, so there was only a small gap between us. His hot breath fanned my neck.

'I am taking you to the hospital no arguments' He panted.

'I am fine' I fought back.

'Oh really' He gestured to the person mopping up my vomit.

'Yes, I am' I bit back.

'Well I feel bad for injuring a fan so I would like to take you to put me at ease please?' He slightly begged.

I started to laugh and he looked confused. How big headed to assume I was a fan. Not everybody adores you like you adore yourself. I was far from a fan.

'A fan, OH MY GOD' I started to laugh even harder.

'I am not a fan' I managed to say during mid-laugh.

'Huh?' He spoke confused.

'I am not a fan, Mr Big Popstar' I spoke feeling proud of myself.

'But you were at the concert' He spoke confused still.

'Yeah, so' I spoke.

'So why would you come to the concert if you weren't a fan' He finally spoke.

'Many reasons' I said and turned and walked away finally increasing our distance.

Was I speaking french or was he really just stupid. But for about the 10th time tonight he grabbed my arm and spun me around keeping, the distance between us that I had created.

'No, no missy we are still going to the hospital whether you are a fan or not' He informed me.

'Fine!' I groaned.

I couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore, I was tired and hungry and my head was still pounding like mad. He grabbed his coat and we walked out of the back of the building and towards his car. As we stepped outside the air that hit me was freezing, much colder than earlier it brought my whole body to a standstill. He now had a hold of my hand obviously scared I was going to run away again but I really couldn't be bothered. There were hundreds of girls chanting 'Harry', making my headache worse I really wished I had gone home when I was thinking about it. When out of nowhere something flashed in my face, and again. I thought I was going blind.

'WHAT THE FUCK' I shouted.

Harry suddenly stood in front of me, wrapping his arm around my waist protectively, blocking me from the flashing light. Somehow I did feel safe. He unlocked his car and we both climbed in. I covered my face from the flashing of, that I had found out was a camera. Great. Harry started the engine and we drove off.

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