The Bucket List

Chapter 33

The Bucket List Chapter 33:

Media’s POV:

I slept over at the guys house, too tired to go back to my own house. I felt Harry next to me, quietly snoring, and talking to himself? I leaned closer to him, trying to hear what he was saying.

“I love you Media. Don’t leave me.” he mumbled. I frowned and kissed his head and whispered, “Never”

I got up and walked down stairs to see everyone already up.

“Morning!” Zayn said.

“Hey guys. Why are you guys up so early?”

“It’s like 11.” Eleanor said.

“Oh…awkward.” We all laughed.

“Hey Liam where’s Danielle?” I asked. Everyone looked at him.

“Oh we uh.. broke up.” (TBH I love Danielle and Liam together so no hate).

I frowned and hugged him. “I am sorry.”

“Its actually alright, we are still best friends.” He smiled.

I heard footsteps walking down the stairs and a sleepy Harry came into the kitchen.

“Hey guys.” “Hey harry.” we all said.

“So I got a text this morning from Ed and asked if we wanted to go his concert.” Harry said.

“Oh I can’t I have a photoshoot.” Eleanor said.

“I have rehersals.” Perrie said.

“I have finals at school.” Carter said.

“I don’t want to go without my girl.” Louis said. They rest of the guys nodded.

“I want to go. Can I come?” I said.

“Sure babe.” Harry smiled. He took out his phone and texted someone, I am assuming Ed. Whoever he is.

“It starts at 8.” Harry said. “Well I better go back home and get ready.” I said.

“I will take you.” Harry said. “Let me change.”

He ran upstairs and came back down in black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a red flannel over it, and raybans.

“Oh! the usual Harry look!” Louis shouted. We all laughed. Harry led me to the car and quickly drove me to my house. I went to my room to change. I found some floral shorts, a plain white crop top, and some white converse. I headed downstairs to see Harry eating some food.

“Sure go and enjoy.” I joked.

“Thank you. These are good.” He said with his mouth full.

“Yes kettle corn is good.” I joked. He laughed. “Wanna just hang out her until we have to leave?”

“Sure, lets have a movie marathon.”

Harry and I started watching a bunch of cheesy and girly movies that I owned when I was little.

By the time we finished the 5th movie it was 7:30.

“I think we should get going Harry.”

“Yeah we should.” We got up turned off the tv and walked to Harry’s car. We drove to a small amphitheatre. There were some teenage girls freaking out, but mostly people in their twenties. There was a huge line and we were at the end. Harry took my arm and guided me towards the back of the theatre.

“Harry where are we going? The door is that way.” I said pointing at the opposite direction.

“Just trust me.” I didn’t answer because I did trust him.

We continued walking to a back door, but was stopped by a security guard.

“Sorry you are not allowed here.”

“But, I am Harry Styles, that’s my friend Ed Sheeran in there”

“I heard that many times.” Harry had a serious face and called someone. Soon a guy with ginger hair and a t-shirt on with jeans on opened the back door.

“Mr. Sheeran, these people said they were your friends.”

“Oh they are.”

Harry smiled, like ‘Told you so”. I just awkwardly stood there.

“Very well then.”

The security guard moved out of the way and let us through. Harry held my hand as he talked to Ed. I was looking around seeing the place already filled up.

“Oh where are my manners, I am Ed.” Ed held out his hand.

“Media.”

“Harry never shuts up about you, he is so in love.” Ed jokes, making Harry blush.

“Ed don’t you have a concert to do.”

We all laughed. Ed took his place as we went to find our seats. Front row. Damn. Talk about connections.

Ed started singing, and he has a beautiful voice, almost as good as Harry. This music really soothed me. I had my eyes closed and was slowly swaying to the music. I felt arms wrap around me and a head rest on my head.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Good.” Soon the music started picking up and I started jumping and screaming. I heard Harry joining me and laughing. The concert ended way too soon though. People started leaving and I turned around to Harry.

“Today was perfect, everyday is perfect with you in it Harry.” I said.

“You deserve perfect, you are perfect.”

“I am not perfect.”

“To me you are.”

I leaned in and kissed him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and his arms snaked around my waist. It was perfect. I always get nervous and tingly when I am near him. He has that effect on me. I pulled away and looked into his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile. Just seeing Harry makes me smile. This is what I called love.