Wow, so i got an overwhelming amount of requests for a part 3 on 'the club', which I AM GOING TO DO NEXT! but i had already started this one and just wanted to post it. But thank you all for the comments and and votes.
~Emma
You were 2 people away. 2 people away from meeting the boys. You've waited almost 3 years for this moment. For 2 summers, all you've done is worked. You worked several different summer jobs while trying to collect a few extra pennies from community car washes and mowing your neighbor's lawn. This is it. You'd finally saved enough to barley get 1 ticket to the meet and greet. You wore the lanyard with the 'VIP' pass attached on the bottom quite proudly, you really did it.
1 person. Your palms began to sweat. "Does my hair look okay?"
"I should've worn that other shirt."
"What if I mess up and say something dumb!?"
All these thoughts and more raced through your head.
You're next. You didn't realize that the moment you were so excited for, was also the moment you dreaded the most. Either everything could go perfectly, or horribly. No in between. Suddenly the door swung open. The man at the door smiled as he took and examined the ticket. He nodded his bald head and motioned for you to go in.
"What's your name?" Louis yelled before you even got there. Niall laughed.
"Y/N" you said quietly. Probably too quietly. Ugh.
"Hi Y/N!!!" they all yelled. You smiled, trying not to blush, but feeling your cheeks get red. Just the sound of them saying your name is beautiful.
"How are you doing?" Harry asks you.
"Nervous" you laugh.
"Awh, don't be nervous." Niall says.
"How old are you are?" Liam asks.
"18" you tell them. You've always been ashamed of your age, because not a lot of 18 year olds are directioners...but here, with them, you felt like you fit it.
"Nice!" Louis says. "I like that number." he smiles, posing for a picture. You quickly rush and stand between Harry and Zayn.
"You get 5 pictures." says the man taking them with a professional camera. You can't help but notice how good Harry smells. You even catch him starring at you for a second in between pictures. The first 2, everyone just smiles. But on the third, Zayn and Niall hold hands and Louis stands on one leg.
"What do we do?" you whisper to Harry.
"Just go with it." he whispers back, barely audible. He's more shy and quite than you expected.
Harry wraps his arms around you, hugging you super tight. You hug him back and the 3rd flash goes off. For the 4th photo, Zayn hops on Liam's back and Niall hops on Louis's. Harry motions his head for you to hop on his back.
"Oh god." you laugh as you attempt to climb the 5'11 giant. You see the corners of his mouth turn into a smirk as he hears your mumble. You jump on his back and he grips your thighs. "OMG OMG OMG OMG" is the only thing in your head as the 4th flash goes off.
"Last one." the man says. You hop off and Harry looks to you.
"Did you want a kiss on the cheek or?" he drifts off. He looks embarrassed as soon as the words leave his lips. You meant to ask this yourself, but you thought you would be too nervous and didn't plan on asking.
"I'd love that." you smile. You instantly see his tense face relax and a cupcake smile rests on it now. You don't even think about what the other boys are doing until Niall goes "Hey!" and runs over to you and Harry. They both kiss each of your cheeks and the 5th and final flash goes off.
"Thank you guys so much!" you say as they hug you goodbye. Harry stays quiet and doesn't really acknowledge you leaving. Once your out of the room and heading back towards the arena, a body guard taps on your shoulder. You turn around, almost afraid...since you have no idea what this could be about.
"Harry wanted to give you this." he says in a really deep and serious voice. You giggle a bit at the way 'Harry' sounds in his voice.
"Thank you." you smile. You walk back to your seat, smiling ear to ear, not even looking at the small piece of paper just given to you. Once you sit down, you open the paper to find his phone number written in black gel pen with 'Harry. xx.' written beneath it. You smile and stuff the paper in your pocket.
