Chapter 3
*Harry's POV*
Wow. I can't belive Jacquelyn actually came. I mean, I've been shouting this at every concert and no one has ever answered. God, she's even more beautiful than she was in sixth grade. Her wispy blonde hair still flows down across her back, her soft green eyes locked in mine. Wow. Why did I let her go?
We were all in the back room. Niall was eating all of the food, as usual. Jacquelyn was sitting on the leather couch, quietly sipping her soda. I plopped down next to her.
"Oh, hey Harry," she said.
"So...," I started, "How was the concert?"
"It was good," she said, "I liked it. You were...um...really good..."
"Oh, thanks..." I said.
God, how am I such a ladies' man around every other girl, but so awkard around Jacquelyn?
*mental slap*
C'mon Styles, keep it together.
"So...um...I was thinking of heading back to my flat soon. I think the guys are going to stay and sign autographs. You want to come with me?"
SAYYESSAYYESSAYYES!!!!
"Really Harry? I'd love to!"
"I mean it," I said.
"Cool, I'll go grab my purse and tell Melody I'm leaving.....MELODY! What about her, Harry?"
Trying to think of something, I said, "She can stay with the boys. We can pick her up tomorrow!"
"Ok, I guess that's fine. Let's go!"
Well, Styles, you've done it again.
"Melody, Harry and I are going back to his flat! See you tomorrow!", Jacquelyn shouted across the room as she ran out the door, her hand locked in mine.
"Tomorrow?! How do you expect me to entertain myself until then?" Melody loudly questioned.
Jacquelyn poked her head through the door just as we were about to leave. "There are four cute and funny boys in the room right now. You finish the puzzle."
Jacquelyn shut the door and yanked me along by the wrist. This was going to be a great night.
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