That One Chance

Chapter 7

The boys all went off to a different part of the stage, but Harry stayed still, and I felt like I was in heaven just staring into them beautiful green eyes.

He saw me.

He smiled when he saw me.

He gave Zayn a look when he saw me.

He told the others I was there and they were happy.

"This can't be real," was all I could think to myself.

But it was.

And it was perfect.

"Felicia, now that you've had your moment and everything, do you reckon you could stop crushing me hun," Stacy moaned.

I jumped down, "it was your idea hun, and I'm not that heavy am I?"

Stacy laughed, "obviously not, I just wanted to see the boys and I couldnt see them properly with you on my back."

I just smiled and looked at the stage. I didn't mind if they couldn't see me now,  because at least they knew I was here. But as I looked up at the stage, I saw Harrys eyes had followed me and he had marked my spot.

I bit my lip as he sang sweetly in my direction.

The song ended, and he winked at me. The girls surrounding me, actually all the bloody girls in the arena, screamed.

Because he winked.

To be fair, I was feeling a bit like jelly as well, but I just blushed. Holding in the feeling to scream and gloat. Because that wink was meant for me, but I had to act natural.

Louis came up to him and said something. He was fiddling with his ear so I heard him say from the microphone, "the next song we're gonna do is-"

But then he put his hand down and I didnt find out. Well, until 7 seconds after. All I knew is that after Louis spoke to him, he turned and smirked at me. Then the band started playing, but I didnt recognise the tune.

What was this?

I knew all their songs and this definitely wasn't one of them. Just as they sang, it clicked in my head.

That song, the one Stacy had said about.

What was it called?

Black little top?

No.

Little dress in black?

No.

Little Black Dress?

Maybe.

Yeah, and that was what they were singing.

It sounded very rock.

I loved it.

I swayed my hips in time with the tune, dancing. I looked at Harry and never broke eye contact. As soon as he saw me dancing he bit his the inside of his cheeks, and turned away. A small smile escaped on his face, obviously unwillingly for harry. He bit his lip as he looked back at me.

He continued singing and I felt the tension between us from where I was standing. Thats when I realised my life was changing.

It had to change.

The way harry was looking at me, like a delicious piece of food he wanted to devour. He wanted to own. It sent shivers down my back.

Did he actually like me?

But this was more than a feeling. I never wanted him to stop looking at me like that.

I never wanted it to end, yet at the same time I couldn't wait for it to end so I could see him for real, so I could be with him.