Footsteps || h.s.

Chapter Four

Harry's POV

"Shut up Louis!" I shouted and threw his jeans in his face as he walked around in the dressing room with undies and a t-shirt on.

"I'm just saying, dude. She might not be into you." He stated as he put his jeans on.

I picked my t-shirt up from the floor and rolled my eyes to be face to face with him.

I walked towards him. With every step I took forward, he took another back.

"Louis." I said angrily through clenched teeth.

"I promise you." I said and backed Louis up so his back was to the wall. He sunk and I hovered over him.

"I will do anything to get the girl." I finished.

Louis nodded quickly.

"Okay, okay." He raised his hands in defence. He stood up.

"Sorry mate." He scratched the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

I shook my head, "No, I'm sorry. I just..." I started and sighed.

Louis took a seat on a chair and smiled up at me, "Dude, you're so into her, aren't you?" He chuckled, "It's weird."

I gave him an icy glare and he put his hands up in surrender, again.

I got another seat and sat on it next to him.

"It's just... I've never liked a girl this much before. She's just... She's everything I need."

"Yeah, I know mate. But... You don't know the girl. She might be the complete opposite of what you think. She might not be into YOU. She might of had a tough past. You just have to be mindful. You've only known the girl for a week." he explained. I nodded.

"I know... But she's so intriguing. Shes driving me mad. Louis, I want her." I sighed and he just looked at me sympathetically.

Suddenly, Niall's head popped through the door.

"Boys, we're on." He said.

"Okay." I said, smiling as I knew Scarlet was coming. I put my shirt on and headed to grab a microphone. I then got in my spot. I could hear our wonderful fans screaming. I chuckled and I knew one of them would be Scarlet. The boys came over to me and we did our handshake, they went back to their spots. The music started, and the fans got louder.

The set opened, revealing us boys. We sang Clouds first off, my eyes scanning the crowd every now and then for Scarlet. I waved and smiled to the crowd, and when the none of us were singing, we talked to the crowd

"Sydney!" Louis shouted into the microphone.

"How are you all?" Liam shouted.

"Let me hear you scream!" Niall yelled.

Sure enough, they screamed louder.

The song finished, and we had a little chat with our fans.

"Wow... You guys HAVE to be one of the loudest crowds ever!" I said.

They screamed.

"Agh... We love you guys so much!" Zayn said. (lol jk imaginary Zayn)

They talked about some other stuff, my eyes still scanning for Scarlet. I walked towards the edge of the stage. I felt someone tug on my jeans. I looked down, expecting a fan. But, it was Scarlet. And fuck, did she look beautiful.

She had a sparkly, blue dress on. Her hair was curled, and out. She had the classic smoky eye and pink lips, with silver sparkly heels for shoes. Her hazel eyes shined brightly in the lights. Her lips were pink, as well as her cheeks, making me want to kiss them badly.

She was smiling at me, me smiling back. Someone tapped my shoulder, and I turned around to see Liam.

"Stockholm Syndrome, mate." He told me. I nodded and got back to the boys.

The rest of the concert, was beautiful.

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Scarlet's POV

After the amazing concert, I was guided backstage by the same security guard I met at the beach, who's name was Felix.

"It's nice to see you again, Scarlet." He said.

"Yeah, you too." I blushed.

I entered the backstage area, greeted by a pumped, excited Harry.

"Scarlet!" He shouted and pulled me into a tight hug.

He looked down at me when he let me go.

"You look beautiful, as always." he said. I was about to reply, but a soft, pair of lips were soon on mine. A buzz of electricity was sent through me, but my eyes widened. As much as I wanted to, I didn't kiss back. I pushed Harry's chest, and he fell back. He looked up at me from the floor.

"Who are you?" I said angrily. Blood boiled inside of me and tears rushed to my eyes.

"I'm... Harry?" He winced.

"Who the fuck gave you the permission to do that?!" I screamed.

"I-"

"No!" I screamed, cutting him off. My eyes had tears flowing out of them. My makeup ran down my face. I ran out of the arena, to find it storming. I ran far, lighting and thunder making me run faster. I had completely forgotten I had heels on, until one broke, twisting my ankle. I screamed out in pain. I cried harder as I got up, remembering the awful times when something like this would happen.

"Scarlet!" I heard someone shout.