Harry drove full speed to Rexall, weaving through the traffic expertly and making it there just in time for us to sprint to the performer's entrance and for him to tell Paul that I'm okay, and that I can go in.
Gripping my hand, he led me to the dressing rooms and I could hear the crowd screaming.
"Hey Haz, where de fuck have you been man? I thought you'd skipped out on-" Liam froze mid-sentence when he laid eyes on me. "Harry-"
"Li, it was true," Harry interrupted.
"Really?" His eyes widened and I held in a sigh.
"Yeah. I witnessed it myself." Liam was given such a glare that I almost cowered from the intensity.
"Hi..." Liam said to me.
"Emmilee. Her name is Emmilee," Harry told him.
"Hi, Emmilee," Liam started again. "I'm actually quite sorry that I didn't believe you before. Many girls like to pull our legs for sympathy."
I nodded, "I understand. You're forgiven," a small, fake smile spread itself across my lips.
I felt as if the yellow walls made the moment brighter, calmer.
Three guys made their way towards us, laughing at what one of them said.
"Lads, this is Emmilee. Remember her?" I blushed at Harry's aggressiveness as he referenced what they said to me earlier today.
"Uh," Zayn looked dumbfounded at my unexpected presence. "Hi."
"Hi," I said shyly.
"It's true?" Niall looked at Harry, guilt showing clearly on his face.
"Yeah," Harry's sharp words made me wince, as it did Louis and Liam. Is Harry angry at someone? What the guys did wasn't that bad, they probably get attention-seekers all the time.
Did I do something?
"Lads, 30 seconds until you're on."
Harry smiled then, pulling me for a short hug. I felt three large hands pat me on the back.
Gasping loudly, I jumped when Niall engulfed me from behind in one of his famous hugs. I automatically knew it was him from the boyish laugh in my right ear and the accent in it, not to mention the bit of blonde quiffyness that I spotted in my peripheral.
The five departed, Harry turning back to give me a quick smile before jogging onstage with the others.
"Hello Edmonton!" I heard Louis cheer giddily as I peered from behind the heavy black curtains that adorned the sides and back of the stage, leading to the thin yellow halls for performers, sports teams and crew to use to navigate around the arena without entering the main stadium. Crowd cheering, I saw from the corner of my eye Harry shoving Louis over and taking his mic, laughing the entire time.
Smiling to myself, I shifted my weight to better asses the events onstage.
"Like Lou was saying, Hello Edmonton! We're One Direction, but you probably already know that," Harry said into two microphones. The girls screeched louder than ever at his statement. Directly afterwards, Louis stood, brushing himself off, and launched himself right at the second microphone in Harry's hand.
The curly-haired, lanky form dropped the mic into Louis' hand the instant he landed, a grin spreading across the two's faces as the others rolled their eyes. The pair made their way to the others, long strides adding speed to their pace.
"Well, our lovely Directioners, probably wondering why the famous Hazza wasn't in soundcheck with us?" Niall questioned loudly. Roars grew even louder, if that was even remotely possible.
"Well it turns out Harry's in love!"
And the entire crowd fell silent, except for a few shouts from the front.
"I'm not in love, you idiot," Harry grinned, flushed red. "She's a good friend, aren't you, Emmilee!?" He turned to shout the last part back at me from the side of the stage.
"Wanna join us, sweetie?" Liam said, all too quickly, as if he wanted me to refuse. Probably did.
I shook my head, blushing strongly as I backed further from the edge of the curtain.
"Aww, she's shy...." A sly grin crept its way onto both Zayn's and Louis' face at Harry's words before I found the two smiling idiots sprinting right towards me.
"Gentle..." a low grunt in my ear murmured before I felt myself being lifted into arms, around my waist and shoulders and also around my calves.
"Eek!" I squealed and I was carried onto stage in full view of the many fans, and their camera-phones.
I was being moved so quickly I didn't completely know what was going on until I was set into a pair or steadying arms. Of the few tattoos I could make out during my dizziness, I recognized it as Harry.
"Well, this song is for this one beautiful girl we have here today, who happens to be under quite a bit of stress as it is." Harry looked down at me to confirm whether or not he could share my misfortune with the world, to which I nodded.
Why not?
"You see, earlier today her mother passed away in the hospital. And as Niall mentioned earlier, I was with her instead of soundcheck today! And before everyone gets mad I'd like you to know that I won't put up with you guys hurting her because I made the choice to be nice with her," he added firmly.
The cheering and screams had by then resumed, although I hadn't noticed when they had started up again.
"This is for Emmilee."
But then, both amidst and above the fans, a beautiful sound filled my ears. I instantly knew in my soul it was the song I always felt was about me, possibly not directly but in general, I guess.
Maybe the "deep down in my soul" bit isn't the way to go. Maybe it's more like, "my mind was attuned to the notes," or possibly "this song was engrained, maybe due to my relation to the lyrics," or whatever you can get from that.
As I was trying to explain, I knew the song instantly.
Diana.
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I know that it's short, but I really needed to press that magical publish button and update something.
Oh yeah and today there was a hostage sit. at my school (my pencilcase was kidnapped my cameron) and I lost a pencil because of that smelly turd lool
I swore way too much today I'm not very creative with insults.
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Okay so if you're the bus driver,
And you have 37 people on the bus,
At the first stop 15 people get off,
7 get on.
At the next stop 19 people get off,
14 get on.
Now, what is the colour of the bus driver's eyes?
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Lolololol imatroll
But reaaally.
I am sorry that it's short but I just wanna get this published so I can work on Something New and Taken for you guys :)
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