Fangirl // Harry Styles

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5 – Valerie’s P.O.V.

            “Holy shit, I can’t breathe,” Stevie said with a hoarse voice.

            “Did that just happen?” I asked, heaving a hand through my hair as sweat beaded my forehead.

            “I hope so,” Stevie nodded with her words as we waited to file out the arena. I never got the chance to give Harry his phone, so I really hope he’s able to call me with someone else’s. I could see the pen on his hand fading when he was onstage, but I hope it’s still there.

            “Valerie?” I spun around to the male voice, seeing none other than Paul himself pointing at me.

            “Holy Paul,” I whispered to myself. “Yeah, that’s me.” I nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear as he smiled.

            “Mr. Styles would like to see you backstage,” he leaned over to me and said. “Your friend is welcome to come.”

            Harry fucking Styles wants to see me backstage. Those words are like magic rolling through my ears. Still, I waved Stevie to come on as we got a couple glances from the leftover people in the arena. No one attacked Paul (obviously), but a few people waved and hollered at him. Neither Stevie, nor did I speak as we sheepishly followed Paul up the stage stairs and to the back. My heart was racing like crazy, and then I saw he turned the corner to a hall. Holy shit.

            He’s taking us to their dressing room.

            Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck. I was nearly hyperventilating as I realized I was about to (probably) see them shirtless. My assumption was proven correctly when we stopped in front of One Direction’s dressing room door. Paul gave us a warm smile, knocking once before opening the door. Five shirtless foreign boys were running around the room like toddlers. Zayn, Louis, and Niall were shooting each other with Nerf guns, Liam was shifting through his clothes, and Harry was currently being a human shield for Zayn.

            “Shit,” Harry shrieked as Niall shot a bullet at his bare chest, Zayn laughing behind him. My eyes trailed over each of their toned bodies, tattoos, abs and all. Stevie and I both were in fangirl heaven, but I tried to contain my cool the best I could. And let me tell you; it was not easy.

            Paul cleared his throat, all the boys freezing in their current positions. I noticed a grin stretch on Harry’s face as his eyes locked with mine. I smiled back, but Paul leaned over to me and Stevie and said, “Good luck.”

            Well, don’t mind if I do, I thought as I awkwardly stood by the doorway.

            “Hello, loves!” Louis beamed as he gave us a benevolent smile, lowering his toy gun.

            Stevie squeezed my forearm as if her life depended on it. We were both completely frozen at the shirtless (and beautiful) view. I then shook my head, clearing my throat slightly as I blinked multiple times. Grabbing my senses to keep from drooling, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out Harry’s phone.

            “Told you she wouldn’t steal it,” Harry sassed Liam as he strutted over to me. “Thank you, love. Did you put your number in it already?” he asked, grabbing the phone.

            I managed a smile, even though my insides were screaming. “Sure did,” I said as my eyes naturally went down to his bare torso. I tore my gaze away before he could catch me, then awkwardly bounced on the balls of my feet. “We should get out of you guys’ hair so you can—“

            “Oh please,” Harry waved me off. “I didn’t call you back here just for my phone. I mean, yeah, it was a big reason… But, erm, I have a question.”

            I realized Stevie had already abandoned me and was chatting with Niall and Liam. Zayn and Louis were shooting each other again, but it was just Harry and I, still by the door. “Okay…?” I trailed off, raising an eyebrow questionably.

            Harry smiled, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as if he were nervous. Proving my guess, he timidly scratched the back of his neck. “Would you… I don’t know. Would you maybe want to go to dinner tomorrow? I mean, I know we don’t know each other, but it might be a good chance to… you know… get to know each other,” he fretfully rambled as I took in his adorableness.

            I grinned brightly, afraid my cheeks would get stuck in a curl, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. “That sounds nice,” I smiled.

            “Cool,” Harry smiled. “But… I have to ask…”

            My face fell as he trailed off. “Um… what is it?”

            Harry’s grin stretched. “Am I your favorite?” he smirked.

            I felt my eyes widen as my cheeks flushed an immense red. The way Harry was smirking at me was devilish and teasing, but it only made me more flustered. Finally, I managed to sputter out, “Maybe…” Only resulting in another angelic Harry Styles laugh.