"Wow, this whole stadium is sold out just for you guys?" I whisper in shock, staring out at all the empty seats in this arena. It's huge in here and for it to be sold out is absolutely insane!
"Should I use my Ireland pick or the pick you bought me before XFactor?" Niall asks, strumming softly at his guitar.
"Is that even a question? My pick!" I scoff, watching as his fingers pluck against the strings and create a beautiful sound. "Where will I be sitting during the concert?" I ask.
"Er, somewhere on the floor seats section. Couldn't put you front row and I'm not putting you too high up." Niall points out, no longer playing his guitar.
"Niall, I know I keep saying stuff like this, but you made it!" I grin, adoring the smile that creeps onto his face as I said it. I sit down on the floor of the stage beside him and hug him tight.
"Don't hurt his arms, he needs it for guitar!" A voice yells from behind. We both laugh a little and look back as Liam walks out onto the stage, heading towards us.
"I'm not that crazy!" I remind him, resting my hands on the ground behind me and leaning back a bit.
"Yes you are." Niall grins at me. I lightly kick my foot out and hit his, and we both laugh again. "I missed you a lot."
"Bout time you said that, after I already said it to you yesterday when I got here!" I pick at him. He rolls his eyes and fights back a smile before going back to his guitar.
"I'm going to talk to my dad real quick on the phone." I inform Niall before using my hands to push myself up. He nods his head and I walk away from him towards the back of the stage, pulling my phone out from my back pocket. Times like this, I miss when pockets on the front side of jeans were still popular.
I pass two men in all black and wearing headsets walk by with metal fixtures and make my way to where Zayn is. He's resting on a red, worn down couch, tapping away at his phone. I continue past him, not wanting to talk on the phone there and bother him, when I hear someone freaking out.
I walk a little down the grey corridor that it's coming from and turn the corner to see Harry in a small room, on his phone, yelling that he has to go. His face is red, eyes are narrowed in anger, and a large blue vein is popping on the side of his neck. He pulls the phone from his ear and ends the call with an angry grunt.
"Are you okay?" I ask, stepping in closer to him. His green eyes meet mine and a frown is set on his face.
"Does it look like I'm okay? No, I'm not!" He snorts, forcing out a fake laugh. He turns around and slams the side of his fist into the concrete wall, before resting his head against it as well. His muscles are protruding threw his white shirt and I watch as his frame grows bigger and smaller from heavy breathing.
"Why am I the one stuck with that bitch?" He asks, his voice sounding drained out. His balled up fist spreads out and pushes off the wall to turn back to face me. "Harry fucking Styles. Apparently the most popular one of One Direction. Also the one who is screwed over and forced to fake date a whiny little model and have her call everyday yelling about something."
I clutch my phone tightly in my hands, holding it to my chest, and staring at him speechless.
"Wanna know what that call was about?" He asks before mocking in higher pitch voice, "Oh my god, Harry, you're seen in public dating me. Fucking do something about those messy curls and hide those tattoos more. I can't stand being seen with someone who looks so raggedy!"
He runs his hand through his hair and knots his fingers into his curls.
"I'm not being cocky at all, but so many people like me for me. I like me for me, so why is this bitch constantly picking at me? It's like, I'm not going to become something that I'm not!" He growls, "I don't even say insulting shit about her to her! She's a stuck up little bitch, that's what she is!"
"If it helps, I like your curls and tattoos." I chime in softly. He falls silent, staring directly into my eyes. "Why listen to a stuck up little model, especially when she's been under the knife so much to look remotely good. Even surgery hasn't helped that bimbo too much."
His phone chimes and he glances down at his hands. His eyes furrow together and he mutters under his breath, "I fucking hate her."
I step forward and hesitantly take his phone from his hand, locking the screen. I didn't catch the message, but I did catch her name.
"Just ignore her. Don't look at any of her messages or answer any of her calls for the rest of th-" I'm interrupted as his two hands cup my cheeks and he presses his lips onto mine. I end up dropping our phones down on some side table and wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel my heart pounding as he presses me back against the wall, his body pressing into mine.
A wave of adrenaline pumps in my blood and I can feel my heart racing as he kisses me hard and runs his hand down the side of my body. His fingers slip under my shirt and just the touch of his skin to mine makes me shudder.
I gasp as both of his hands wrap behind me and he picks me up with ease. I straddle my legs around his torso and wrap my hands up in his curls, our lips moving quickly in sync.
"Hazz!" Louis screams down the hall and we both stop, out of breath. He curses under his breath and sets me back down onto the ground and I quickly grab our phones and hand him his.
I hastily run my fingers through my hair in an attempt to brush it, stopping only as Louis enters the room.
"Lou wants you." He stops, looking at the two of us. "Why do you guys look so weird?"
"Uh, he uh, just got off the phone with Stephanie and had a fight. He can tell you about it later!" I blurt out before rushing out of the room. I feel so hot and still so out of breath. That was probably the best first kiss I've ever had with a guy, and the only time I wanted even more from a first kiss.
"Hey, there you are! Hows your dad?" Niall finds me first, all smiles. I look at him confused before realizing that I had originally left to make that phone call.
"Uh, fine." I smile, nervous as ever.
"Why do you have Harry's phone?" He laughs. I look down at my hands and I can feel myself burning all over my body. I need air.
Oh god, help me.
"Uh, I found it, and was looking for the owner!" I laugh, my nerves truly eating me alive.
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Our Little Secret // h.s.
Fanfiction"Niall can't know, he'll kill us." I whisper, feeling breathless. I rest my head on his sweat covered chest and he presses his lips to my forehead. He runs his fingers along the bare skin on my back and whispers, "No one can find out."
