~Angel's POV~
Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned into hours, and soon it was dark outside. I was still sitting in the corner in the place I found earlier. I hadn't bothered to get up. I clutched my rusty blade in my hand and had dry tears on my face. I was just drained, emotionally and physically. So I sat there. I don't know how long I was there for but I figured that the concert was over because I could hear nonsense chatter coming from somewhere outside the doors. I wondered if the guys wondered where I was but I honestly didn't care at the moment. I just sat there, staring into space, thinking of nothing. I was emotionless for once.
Later, I heard my name, faintly, being called out. I didn't respond to it. I was probably overreacting but I couldn't get his tweet out of my mind. Eventually, I heard footsteps. They were faint at first and then they got louder and louder as they got closer.
I sat up straighter, partly out of fear for not knowing who it was, but I made no other movement other than that. Finally, they stopped as a pair of brown boots stood in front of me. I looked up further to see a pair of legs in black, tight skinny jeans. I stopped there, though I wasn't ready to face anybody right now.
"Angel?" The voice sounded an awful lot like Harry but I wasn't sure because I only heard him when he was pissed off or annoyed. It couldn't be him. Out of all the people who could have found me, it had to be him.
I looked up to see his memorizing green orbs staring into mine, and his mop of brown curls. Yup, there was no denying it, it was him. I clutched my blade tighter and pulled my sleeve down over it more.
"What are you doing down here? We've been looking everywhere for you!" I didn't reply right away, so he continued, "What are you doing out here?!"
I just stared up at him. I didn't know what to say. Oh just looking on twitter, you know, the exact thing you told me not to do.
"Well?" he waits for an answer.
"I just wanted to get away." I stumbled out.
"Get away?! You've been gone for hours! Luke has been going mad!" He throws his hands around. Then he looks at my hand in my lap.
"You looked, didn't you?"
I looked up into his eyes and nodded.
"Oi, I didn't know why you didn't listen to me. You should've listened, Jesus. No wonder you were gone for so long." He mumbled the last part to himself.
"I'm sorry." I said finally finding my voice. He looked at me confused for a minute.
"For what?"
"Everything. Messing your life up even more, making the press talk shit about you, having them think you slept with me." I scoffed the last part.
He opened his mouth to say something but never got the chance to as roars of screams suddenly echoed everywhere.
"OHMAGAHHHD"
"HARRY!! IT'S HARRYYYYYYYY!!"
"hARRY!!!! I LOVE YOUUUU!!!!" A crowd of girls gathered outside the doors and were screaming. They were rattling on the door handles, pushing and pulling, trying to pry them open.
"Shit." Harry said, rubbing his face while I stared at them with wide eyes. Huge crowds like this terrified me, anything could happen. You could get mobbed, trampled, and the things these girls would do to get to Harry was probably insane and unspeakable.
"Angel! Angel. We need to go now!!" Harry said, leaning down to me, trying to get me to look at him. By now, they had the doors open and stood at the gates. That was the only barrier between us. It looked like hundreds of hands was sticking through them just to get one touch of Harry.
"Angel, this isn't the time to freak out on me, I know this is scary but come on. We need to leave now. Trust me, this will get worse." He held his hand out for me and his eyes were pleading for me to move. I slowly reached my hand out to him, still shaking. He grabbed it and pulled me along with him as we started running. He kept my hand in his as we ran. I looked back and would say that the gate was giving in, under the pressure of about a hundred or so girls pushing on it, it couldn't hold up anymore. It started creaking and groaning before it came crashing down with a loud bang. The girls didn't waste any time though they ran right over it.
"Harry, th-the gate." I said, breathless from running, yes I am out of shape, and from fear.
"Fuck! uhh quick! In here!" He turned a corner, opened the door and pushed me in. He bolt locked it at the top and bottom and then turned around. We were in a hall with about five different doors in it.
"Check the doors. See if any are open." He yelled as he checked the two on his side.
I checked the first two and they were both locked. I could hear the thundering of the girls' footsteps and I began to panic. I reached for the handle but my hands were shaky so bad, I slipped and couldn't grip it. Just then, a much larger hand wrapped their's around mine, making a jolt go through my arm, and twisted it. It was unlocked, thank fucking god.
"Get in, hurry before they figure out where we went." Harry pushed my back in and then got himself in and shut the door, locking it, leaving us in total darkness.
I slowly backed up, trying to find a wall lean against. The darkness was bothering me. I didn't know where I was or what my surroundings looked like. I reached my hands out, searching for anything to give me clues as to where we were. I could tell it was a small space but that was all I knew. Harry hadn't made a sound since he shut the door, I couldn't even make out his figure. My eyes haven't adjusted to the blackness yet. Suddenly, I ran into something, causing it to knock to the floor and knock other objects down with a loud thud that echoed off the small enclosed space. I gasped and then there was warm hands gripping my forearms, pulling towards them, making me shriek.
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