Reason to be - Harry Styles ✓

6. A rain's promise

Harry's POV

"Amazing crowd tonight, thank you! Let's take a ten minutes break before Everything about you!" Liam said.

As soon as the lights from the stage turned off and the rest of the theater lit up, I hurried to the back of the stage. When I was going to get down, somebody put a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw Liam. Again.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Harry?" he asked, giving me a serious look. "Seems like rain's coming and you won't--"

I cut him off,

"I'm fine, Liam. I'll be back in a few minutes... And thank you. For everything." I said quickly, after starting to run backstage, heading to the other door from the back.

The place was huge, with many different hallways that crossed each other and a lot of rooms along them. How hard could it be to find an exit?

As I was still running, I looked through one of the windows. The weather didn't look very well, as threatening clouds covered the sky and the wind was carrying green leaves, so I could only pray it wouldn't rain right at that moment.

I had to admit, Liam saved my ass with the break for such a foolish excuse. Who stops a concert to talk to a girl? Why were I, in the first place, so determined to do even that for a reason that looked so simple?

Her blond hair with red shades, her crystal blue eyes, her soft skin. Everything about her printed in my mind. I couldn't even begin to enumerate all the reasons why what I was doing was so wrong. But the electricity that shot through my whole body when I took her hand, her terified look which melted my heart and her damn beautiful eyes, all stood tall as a wall of bricks between my ration and my driven instinct.

I felt stupid. I hated those cliche romance films so much for how unrealistic they were. Who bumps with the love of their life in the street? Who falls for someone at the first sight? Bullshit, may I say. And still, why did I feel like I was following the plotline of specifically that kind of film?

I mentally slapped myself. Damn it. I didn't even know the girl's name. What would I do if she was a crazy fan who threw a fit, or secretly recorded me, or whatever their creative minds come up with? Why was I so sure she wouldn't so any of that?

And why did she leave when I told her to wait for me? I told myself that was what girls do to spite you. Or maybe she just thought I was either mocking her or, you know, plain crazy. I'd think that too.

I began running even faster when I saw the door, throwing myself at it and walking out into the private parking lot. I ran with the freezing wind blowing in my face, but I didn't stop until I arrived at the front side of the theater. It was very silent, as the only thing I could hear was the wind's breath. Trees were bending and a shy lightning appeared in the grey sky.

Maybe it was too late. She was gone. Was that really such a bad thing? It would probably make things much easier.

Oh, if only I had known how right I was.

I looked helplessly around, but I couldn't see anyone. Right when I was going to give up and go back, I caught a faded move with the corner of my eye. I turned my head and my eyes widened. Could it be...?

Far from here, in the opposite side of mine. Before I could even think of what am I doing, I began running towards the tiny girl who was shaking, with her arms wrapped around her thin body, as the cold wind was hitting her. She wore a white sweatshirt, different than the black t-shirt she was wearing, so I assumed she had changed.

"Hey!" I yelled, hoping that she would hear me. But she didn't turn around, she was just talking to another girl next to a car.

"Wait!" I shouted again. It was awkward that I couldn't call her name, as she opened the passenger's door and prepared to get in.