Downhill

We Did It

7:00 PM and Harry and I were all warmed up and ready to sing. Well Harry was, I felt like the slightest movement would make me puke everywhere. We had decided not to tell each other the songs we were singing so we both had a nice surprise. He practised in Lucas’ room at the other end of the corridor while I sat singing my heart out in his. 

“Becky!” I heard Alice yell. The knot in my chest tightened and I felt like I was going to pass out. “Bex! We’re leaving in five minutes! Get downstairs!” 

“okay” I tried to shout back but my voice was trembling with nerves. I don’t know why my nerves affected me so much but they did, they swallowed me, trapping me in a little bubble of normalness, not doing anything daring or reckless just in case it went wrong. 

I had already put on a polka dot t-shirt dress and tights so I pulled on my blue converse, checked my hair and makeup in the full length mirror on Harry’s wardrobe and began to walk slowly downstairs. I reached the bottom to find Harry in a white shirt with smart trousers and a waistcoat. He looked adorable.

“You okay?” He asked, obviously noticing my quivering hands fumbling with the lid on my water bottle, I slowly took a sip and nodded.

“Yeah, just a bit nervous” I lied, a bit? I was absolutely terrified. Harry on the other hand looked chilled and completely calm. How does he do it? No matter what we were doing he would always keep so cool and relaxed. 

“Come on then kiddos” my mom said pulling me by the arm towards the door.

“Not kiddos mom.” I groaned at the use of the dreadful word she so often tends to use.

“Oh come on, lighten up! You’re gonna be amazing tonight, I can just tell.” she told me. All I could think was, she’s moving me too much I need to stay still or else I might vomit on the cream carpet.

We walked out side and the slightly chilly air filled my lungs. This calmed me a little. I told myself that if something was going to happen everyone else would feel the same way as I did. Harry walked up behind me and wrapped his hand around mine.

“She’s right you know, that song suits you so well.” he said before slapping his hand over his mouth.

“Harry! You weren’t supposed to listen!” I said, playfully hitting his arm.

“Sorry bub, I couldn’t help it” he apologised and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. His jokey to really began to calm me down. 

When we reached the concert hall after everyone said good luck and goodbye, Anne sent Harry and I round the back to the stage door, promising us that if we found a girl named Kiera, we’d be okay because she speaks English. 

“Come on” he said pulling my hand around the corner of the large building. While we were at the front, I saw the inside of the hall, it looked massive, there had to be at least 300 people already sitting down with lots of empty seats to fill. The ache in my chest returned and once again, I felt sick.

“Harry” I moaned, he turned round to see me probably looking really pale and nervous. He pulled me into a tight hug.

“Babe, listen we might be in a foreign country surrounded by people who don’t understand us” he said holding my head against his chest “but that’s a good thing, because if you do mess up, which I can guarantee you won’t, it doesn‘t matter because everyone either won‘t understand or will get so drunk by the end of the night they won‘t remember” he added, pointing to some men standing by the door that lead out from the bar at the side of the building. I chuckled and he held my hand and we began to walk further round the back of the building.