Dancing with the Boys (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 27: Stunt Double

 Chapter 27: Stunt Double

Two weeks later, the girls and I managed to get back on track. The girls and I had hung out with the boys only three times, and Harry and I saw each other five times, including the times we met with the others. It was extremely difficult at first, but now we were used to it. Sort of. I’d still find myself going to knock on Harry’s door before remembering and having to go call him.

That afternoon I came home after making a guest appearance on a television show and went to change into some casual clothes for a Meet and Greet. The girls and I piled into the bus and drove off to the rented area we decided to have the Meet and Greet in.

I entered the cold room, glad to be out of the heat and took off my sunglasses, sitting on one of the seven black chairs lined up at the table. The girls joined me and we began signing various pictures that were on the table covered with a red tablecloth. We had gotten there an hour before, as usual, and already I could see fans standing at the door, hearing the hammering of their fists on it.

I could hear a soft buzz from outside, no doubt the cries of the fans. I began to feel excited at the thought of seeing them; it was something I always enjoyed. While most celebrities were often slightly annoyed when a fan started squealing or screaming in their faces, I loved it, no matter how annoying their voice was.

It was always nice to be wanted. I supposed it was just the fan’s way of saying she was happy to see me, and that always a pleasant thought.  “Miles, I don’t suppose it would hurt to open the doors a few minutes early, would it?” I asked, calling to the head bodyguard.

He nodded and opened the doors, the other guards already lining up to keep the fans in check. I grinned happily, watching the people practically fall over themselves, carrying notebooks, cameras, phones, sheets of paper, albums, and all sorts of things. We settled down to a happy three hours of signing and chatting, with short, five minute breaks in between. “I can’t wait for tonight,” Rachel, who was next to me, whispered.

“Me neither.” I felt the excitement grow even more. Tonight the boys were coming over and spending the night. It would be just like before. After going half hour over the time we had, we waved goodbye to the remaining fans and the guards took the pictures we’d signed earlier, giving them out to those who hadn’t gotten a chance to get any autographs.

We drove home, the other girls remaining to take the boxes of items we received from the bus. I pressed my box against the door while I turned the doorknob, stepping in and placing the box next to the doorway. I kicked off my shoes and stopped, smelling something strange.

“Put it out!”

“I’m trying!”

I ran into the kitchen and saw Louis sand Niall standing at the stove, Louis slapping a tray of something charred black with a kitchen cloth, finally extinguishing the few flames. “Lou! Niall!”I forgot about the small fire they’d created and ran to them, catching them in a hug.

They laughed, hugging me back tightly. “So, no hug for me?”

I jumped and turned around to see Harry leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, giving me a sideways smile, his arms crossed. I felt the butterflies in my stomach hammer at my insides and I ran to him. He uncrossed his arms and grabbed me, clutching my body to him. I sighed, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin through the shirt he wore.

“Harry!” I cried happily, my voice muffled. He pulled away and pressed a kiss to my lips, making me grin.

I heard shouts and pulled away, realizing the other girls came in. They greeted each other before Avalon asked what they were doing in the house.