Antidote ;Sequel to Kryptonite;

Chapter Twenty-Two: Breaking Points

"I want to thank you all for coming out tonight." Liam called out, holding his hand over his head. The audience's screams jumped eight octaves. It was ear piercing and that was even from behind the scenes. I couldn't imagine being on stage and witnessing that first hand. As I peaked from the side, I was in awe. Bright flashes from phones surrounded the arena. All night the sounds went from chanting, to screaming, to clapping and singing long, to applause and whoops, to more screaming, and somehow louder screams. The boys were wrapping up their sold out show. It was an amazing perspective to watch them doing what they loved most.

"What? An encore?" Niall teased the crowd. 

"Should we give them what they want?" Liam smirked as the crowd only intensified.

"I was thinking of a new song..." Harry's gruff voice trailed off.

"But should we do that?" Liam turned at looked at Harry. They played cat and mouse with the crowd for a few moments before an acoustic guitar chord was struck. The lights were slowly dimming as the boys kept talking. "This a new one on the album coming out in November."

Niall walked over to his microphone that was taped with the Irish flag colors. As he approached it, the screams that had began to simmer were back to cheering. I smiled as I leaned up against the side. Niall didn't have as many singing solos as the rest. Memories of him singing as a child flooded back as he began singing.

"I figured it out," A smile spread across my lips as he sang into the mic. The vibe of the stadium was beginning to turning from crazy fan girls to mild fan girls who wanted to hear angels sing. 

"I figured it out from black and white. 

Seconds and hours. 

Maybe they had to take some time." Niall pulled back and looked over at Liam.

Liam leaned onto his microphone, taking the mic in two hands. He was looking around as he sang and smiled down at the front row.

"I know how it goes.

I know how it goes from wrong and right.

Silence and sound.

Did they ever hold each other tight?

Like us? Did they ever fight like us?" Liam's voice rifted at the end of 'us'  as he pulled away.

When a spotlight on Harry pulled up in the middle, I felt like every girl in the stadium. I wanted to scream for him because he was making my heart burst. It was hot to see him sing and sound like heaven to my ears. His deep voice sent goosebumps on my arms as he sang the chorus.

"You and I... 

We don't want to be like them. We can make it to the end. 

Nothing can between, you and I..." He was switching his gaze on the audience before he turned his head, still singing into the microphone, and saw me on the sides. He hadn't looked at me the whole performance and now I felt like he was directly singing to me. I felt my lips twitch as he kept his gaze on me. The lyrics registering with his husky voice. Harry and I.

"Not even the Gods above can separate the two of us.

No, nothing can come between:

You and I.

Oh you and I." His eyes were moving upwards and I could've sworn he pointed at me before turning back when he finished his chorus. As the song continued and the beautiful harmonies of their voices blended, I crossed my arms and tried to take a deep breath. I was moved. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run into Harry's arms. I wanted to shout 'I LOVE YOU' at him. Biting the the inside of my cheek, I looked away. Why was I acting like a school girl all over again? I was becoming comfortable with the idea of us- a real us. There was a flutter in my stomach as my mind tried to turn down a dark path and spiral of doubt. I had the tiniest idea that he wouldn't feel the same and I was letting the crack of uncertainty keep me from falling head first.