Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 27- PART ONE

BTW THE END ISNT ANYWHERE NEAR SO STOP FREAKING OUT IVE GOT SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO DO WITH THIS STORY

Georgia's POV

Harry pulled on my arm so I could follow his lead and step out of the car but I froze up. All the other guys got out of the limo a few seconds earlier and the crowd was going wild.

I couldn't hear Harry over the screams that were being produced by all the teenage girls. The same teenage girls that were only being held back by just a single metal bar.

They are now expecting Harry to step out because the majority of them have their eyes glued to our vehicle, waiting for him to appear.

Little did they know, I'd be on his arm. They will be so disappointed that he took me with him and I hate to put them in that kind of mood. It'd be better if we just pretended I was never even in the car and just let Harry go off on his own.

Harry looked at me with pleading eyes filled with hurt and confusion, it broke my heart.

"Georgia?" He choked, I didn't even hear him say it over the screams but I saw him mouth my name.

"I-I can't," I said tears formed in the outer corners of his eyes.

"What do you mean you can't?" He yelled so I could hear him, his voice cracked.

"Th-They...They will..." I couldn't form the sentence.

"I can't do this without you though," he sounded so weak. It sounded like he just got the wind knocked out of him, like getting punched in the stomach.

"B-But," I looked around through the windows to see all the bodies near the vehicle watching the car like hawks. Their eyes were glued to the door of the limo, just waiting for Harry to step out.

"I-I think you should go...go without me," I croaked as I tried to hold back the tears.

"No! No I don't want to!" He screamed. He reminded me of a small child who didn't want to leave his mother on the first day of school.

"Georgia! I need you to come with me! You can't leave me," the tears were threatening to fall from my eyes.

Something tells me he doesn't just mean he needs me at this moment.

"Harry I-" I was cut off by Harry swinging the door open and pulling me out of the limo. I let out a squeak as the audience raised its volume.

I was now looking at thousands of screaming girls as I held Harry's hand.

So this was his plan, he dragged me out of the car so I couldn't yell at him without making a scene. Well done.

"Just pretend they're not there," Harry said in my ear. I realized I had frozen up and was staring at the humongous crowd.

It's so hard to pretend nobody's there when I can hardly hear Harry speaking beside me.

Harry pulled me closer to him and put his arm around me as we walked to the rest of the boys. I tried to only focus on him so I wouldn't be swallowed by the crowd that could easily break down the barriers.

I looked at Harry as he slapped on a fake smile, I realized he dragged me out because he didn't want to cry. If I didn't go with him he would've most likely started crying while he was out here.

I felt like I couldn't move, like my feet weighed 200 pounds each. It took so much of me just to walk the few meters to the rest of the group.

Harry rested his hand on the small of my back as we stood so the crowd could get a good look at the boyband. I wasn't anywhere near comfortable but I was easing into this whole situation millimeter by millimeter.