I was having a really bad hair day. I tried as many hair styles that I could think of and nothing was turning out right. I don't know why I was stressing out so much. But then after I thought about it I knew why. Harry.
The way I felt around him last night was different. The other times we bumped into each other, he was obnoxious to say the least.
Now, all I could think about was his lips near mine and how I felt when he looked into my eyes.
When did I turn into such a mushy girl? I groaned as I brushed my hair some more.
I decided to put it in a French braid and leave it alone.
Harry texted me saying he would be picking me up at five. He wouldn't be able to leave the place where the show was held after six.
I decided to wear a maroon sweater with skinny jeans and my white Converse.
It was simple enough. I did my makeup and grabbed my things. I heard the doorbell ring and I had to hurry and answer it before my parents got to it. I didn't want Harry meeting them just yet. It would be awkward to say the least.
"Bye guys!" I told them as I rushed out of the door.
Harry was standing there and I bumped into him. "What's the rush?" He chuckled.
We walked to his car and he opened the door for me. "My parents would've been all over you if I let them answer the door." I told him.
"I'll have to meet them sometime." He said.
I smiled, "But not now. They are so overprotective that its crazy."
"They just want what's best for you." He replied.
"I know, but enough about them. Are you excited for your show?" I asked.
He nodded, "I always get excited, but tonight I'm a bit nervous."
"Is it because of the small audience?" I questioned.
"No, because they'll be a new face in the crowd." He smiled at me.
I couldn't help but blush. We made our way to the club that the guys were playing at. It was a small club like Liam said. I was excited to hear them perform live.
"I have to go to wardrobe, but I'll be out right after. Want me to bring you over to Eleanor?" Harry asked me.
"No, I'm gonna walk around. I'll probably bump into her." I told him.
"Okay, see you in a bit." He said as he walked away. I walked around the club and made my way to the back where everyone else was.
I started to look for Eleanor, but bumped into someone else. Zayn.
"Hello." He told me as he gave me a hug. I noticed he lingered a little longer than necessary.
"Hey, Zayn." I smiled. "I'm glad you came tonight. It should be fun. Especially the after party." Zayn told me.
"After party?" I asked. He seemed confused, "Harry didn't tell you about it?"
I shook my head, "He might have forgotten." He looked at his phone that started to ring,
"I have to go, but you should save me a dance later." He winked before he walked away. I felt my knees go weak. I didn't understand the effect Zayn had on me.
I started thinking about Harry and what he told me last night. It was all too much.
Soon, they started letting the fans in the club. I met up with Eleanor and we sat in chairs along the wall.
The fans were squealing and I could tell they were really excited. I didn't get a chance to meet up with Harry once he got done with wardrobe.
Now, as he and the other guys got on stage, my heartrate picked up. I smiled when I saw he was looking around for me.
Once he spotted me, he smiled too. They started singing an acoustic version of What Makes You Beautiful. It was amazing.
The people who said they couldn't sing clearly didn't know about music.
"We are going to sing my favorite song on the album, Little Things." Harry said and the crowd cheered.
Once Harry's part in the song came, he looked at me, "You're perfect to me."
