Millions of screaming fans filled the hot arena. I won tickets for a One Direction concert on the radio; And my mother told me I had to bring my little sister, since she's almost as obsessed with them as I am.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,
The crowd screamed the last numbers.
THREE, TWO, ONE!
The piercing scream of boys and girls filled my ears, almost deafening my sister, and I.
Niall, Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn all ran up on the stage.
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After the concert, there was a signing. My sister and I went up, talked to the boys, and waited. My friend picked my sister up, I said I had something to do.
After the signing was over, I saw the boys walking over to their tour bus. Hundreds of girls were crowding over them, screaming their names. I walked over to the one less croweded... Harry.
"Hello!" I said, stepping in front of him. Since most of the body guards were paying attention mostly to Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Liam, I had a better chance of talking to Harry.
"Hello." He said smiling, still walking.
I let him walk in front of me, but I grabbed his phone, while I was behind him. He grabbed his bum, and whipped around.
"May I have my phone back?" he asked, reaching out.
"Only if you text me. Just text, nothing terrible. This may seem like it, but I'm not one of those crazy fans." he rolls his eyes, and I put his phone in my pocket.
" You won't get it back, Styles." I say, glaring at him. He agrees, and I add my number in his phone, and I added his number in my phone, just in case. I explained to him what I did; I also told him to text me at 10:00pm which was a half hour away, giving me time to go home. I have him his phone back and ran away.
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One more minute, Styles... One more minute.
New message:
Styles: is this the girl that stole my phone ?
Me: Yess, hello!
Styles: hiii:)
Me: sorry I took your phone, styles.
Styles: why do you keep calling me "styles", love (:
Me: because you told me I could
Styles: I never caught your name, love xx
Me: that's for me to know... and you to find out. Think back to middle school and high, styles. Who did you say could call you that?
~Flashback~
"Hey!" Harry said as he hugged me.
"Hey harry!" I said with a smile.
-few hours later-
I lay on his lap, him playing with my hair.
" We've known each other for a few years, right Reagan?" he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Yeah, why?" I said smiling, sitting up and grabbing his hand.
" I want you to have this" he says, taking off the paper plane necklace and placing it in my hand.
" Harry, no. I can't take this, your father gave it to you." I say, choking up.
"I want you to have it." he says, smirking.
I hug him tightly.
I look into his eyes for a moment, not wanting to look away because they're so beautiful.
" Your eyes are beautiful, Harry." I whisper.
I notice his eyes flickered from mine, to my lips as he presses a sweet, gentle kiss to my lips.
" I love you, Reagan Marie Wilson." he says looking into my eyes, once again.
"I- I think I love you, too, Harold Edward Styles." I say smiling.
" But as much as you hate it, I'm gonna call you styles" I say lightly chuckling.
" And I'm alright with that..." he says continuing with, " I like it coming from you." He says, pecking my cheek. I blush while he asks,
"Be my girlfriend, Reagan."
I smile and kiss him, " Yes ! Yes I'll be your girlfriend."
"On one condition", I smirked.
"Oh no, what is it" he whines, chuckling.
" Sing to me, I love your voice", I say as I lay into his lap, as he sang to me and plays with my hair.
~FLASHBACK ENDS~
A hot tear falls down my cheek. God, how I missed him-- us.
I wiped it, and saw the text he send.
New Message
Styles: I'm sorry I don't remember...
Me: my name is Rae.
Styles: well, hello rae:) xx
Me: styles , I gotta go its late
Styles: bye! But can you not call me 'styles', just call me harry, love :) xx
Me: okayy;p, but harry, love :) xx ;)
