Fired By Styles

Confusions and Realizations

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"And then, the guy......" Harry trailed off, smile vanishing almost as soon as he saw me step into the room.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I haven't gotten my hair done yet, bye!"

And with that, Harry dashed off towards his dressing room, not even bothering to say 'hi', much less a single word, to me.

Its been like this for the past three days, and I still have no idea what on Earth was going on.

No idea.

"Didn't he already get his hair done just now? I thought the boy hated getting his hair done." Louis commented.

"Oooooo lools like our vain Zayn's got a competitor eh?" teased Liam, who received a friendly punch on the arm and the rolling of eyes from Zayn.

"Erm, guys? Does Harry seem a little.... weird these days?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to ask somebody. The suspense was killing me, not knowing why Harry had been avoiding me for the past few days.

Maybe he told the guys something? They were, after all, best friends.

And brothers.

And soulmates.

And bandmates.

"Weird? How?"

"He's been giving the cold shoulder for a few days now, and I was wondering-"

"Wait, Harry's been giving you the cold shoulder? Since when?"

I threw my hands into the air in exasperation and groaned, "Ugh, forget it.", before trudging off, disappointed.

"You're on in 10." came a voice through the intercom.

And as if the fans heard that, screams from inside the arena erupted, reminding me that I, too had to take my seat before the boys took the stage.

Yes, I was at a One Direction concert, but this time was totally different from the other 1D concerts I had ever been to.

I was the at the concert not just as a fan anymore.

One, I was now a friend.

Two, I was the fake girlfriend of one of the performers.

Even if my fake boyfriend wasn't exactly on speaking terms with me.

For an unknown reason.

By the time I found my seat amongst the other screaming and pushing fans, the lights in the arena dimmed.