Your Reason~Harry Styles/1D Fanfiction

Secret Concert, Secretly Harry Styles

I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Eight:

Secret Concert, Secretly Harry Styles

February 20th, 2011

Today was the big day. For Annabel, anyway. I could really care less but I wanted to be a good friend to her. Besides, there was no way in Hell that Jake was coming. To a concert filled with thousands of high pitched screaming fangirls over five sweaty, teenaged guys? Yeah, when pigs fly. Jake’s been acting distant anyway, we haven’t talked since Wednesday. This usually never happens. I texted him asking about the math homework but received no answer. He’s even been sitting at Derek’s old table at lunch time. Ugh. Derek.

I’m better off without him.

At that moment, Annabel barged in the bathroom of our hotel suite. I was in there, applying mascara but soon stopped as I said, “Jeez Bell, knock much?”

She shrugged while walking straight to the mirror next to me and muttered, “Eh.” She was determined to make sure her hair was perfectly curled, paying strict individual attention to every strand. That little control freak. I was feeling lazy today and just let my hair hang straight. I noticed that my green eyes had a special gleam in them today.

Soon enough, it was time for the concert. Aside from Annabel’s pitched shrieks, she managed to grab all of her crap and shove it into her bag in one swift move. Well done. And with that, we were off.

The VIP meeting was after the concert, so we headed straight into the arena. Annabel had a one of those giant Kodak cameras hung around her neck and must have snapped at least ten pictures of just the fangirls in there, alone. Not to mention she had one hold all of her crap and make her take a photo of Annabel and I next to the entrance. When I asked her why she would be selfish enough to make that poor girl hold all of that stuff (it was really heavy) she replied with, “Hey, we’re all part of the same, big, Directioner family.”

Okay.

These boys hadn’t even come on stage yet and a bunch of girls were screaming their brains out. I did my best to block all of their squeals out but it was to no avail. I’m going to be deaf by the end of this. At least, thankfully, Annabel had the decency to wait until these boys actually showed themselves to instantly fangirl. She turned to me and asked quite randomly, “So did you find out Harry’s last name yet?”

Bugger. I kept forgetting to ask him so that Annabel will eternally shut up about it. “No.”

“Right. Well, prepare to finally meet your boyfriend, Harry Styles!” Annabel giggled uncontrollably. She seemed to get a really good kick out of this. I just rolled my eyes. I didn’t understand her sometimes. I could barely maintain one regular guy from school, let alone some superstar singer who had girls falling left and right for him.

The screams quieted for a split second and then they built up so high I swore I knew that I was going to lose my hearing. The decibel level was so high that it was off the charts, I assure you. I tried lifting myself up on my tip toes and arched my neck to the left and the right to try and actually see these boys, but everyone’s customized signs that they made were blocking my vision. Not to mention, we weren’t really in the front though we did have floor seats so it wasn’t completely hopeless. Annabel said she wanted to get noticed, and the only way for that to happen was if she was actually in sight of their vision, so. I heard one of the boys start to speak, thanking the fans and explained their ‘wonderful journey thus far’ and blablabla. I yawned from boredom; this was going to be a long night. I surveyed the area, looking for anyone who might bear a resemblance to me.