For some reason, I was nervous for the meet-and-greet after the show; my palms were sweaty and my legs were tingling. Maybe it boiled down to being squashed and elbowed by a bunch of tweens, or maybe, just maybe....- no. I refused to let myself think that Harry could be interested in someone like me. Wait, what am I even talking about? I have a boyfriend, a sweet, loving, just-a-little-clingy boyfriend. I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, I chanted in my head. I have a bo- my mouth went dry at the sight of him. At the risk of sounding like a cliché broken record, I'll just leave it at: he is much hotter without the blinding strobe lights behind him, and yes, there might've been some butterflies present as I watched him. The band had dressed down - not that I was watching anyone but Harry though - and I watched as they greeted blubbering, somewhat-repulsive girls with ease.
The sound of my sister's voice pulled me from my reverie.
"Eden, come on!" she exclaimed with wide, shining eyes. "Lets go meet them!"
I let her drag me along until we were a few mere meters from the pop superstars and then watched in disbelief as my sister spent a few moments checking her reflection and, gag, pushed up her boobs. I must've had a disgusted look on my face, because the next second I heard a quiet laugh beside me and a voice with a delicious British accent that could only belong to one person, asks "I take it you're not a fan of our music then, eh?"
I turned to look at him and smiled sheepishly. Woah. Bad idea - the looking at him part, I mean. Up close, Harry is mesmerising. His hair was perfectly tousled and his eyes, oh, his eyes had a naughty glint to them and... I realised I was staring and I think he realised this too, as a smirk began to form on his lips. I tried to regain myself.
"Yeah, sorry... Maybe if I was a few years younger I might," I flashed him my most dazzling smile.
"How old are you then?" he shot back.
"Just turned eighteen," I replied casually. "What about you?"
"Nineteen. I'm Harry, by the way,"
"I know," I replied, smirking and ignoring his outstretched hand. Somewhere in my head I registered that Millie was standing next to me, mouth agape, but all I could focus on were those green, yellow-speckled eyes.
"You're not going to tell me your name then?" He let out a small laugh.
"Nope," I smiled indifferently.
He chuckled again and turned to walk away. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you anyway."
"Likewise." I said with a small wave.
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