The guys were on stage.
They sang Midnight Memories, One Thing and they were about to finish their set with What Makes You Beautiful.
I watched on from the side of the stage with Mallory. I noticed that Harry was looking around a lot. I knew that he was looking for me. I was still hurt. I didn't want to forgive him. He kissed someone else when we were going to try things again.
I wasn't a teenager anymore. I didn't want to be in this cycle of on and off. I wanted to be in a stable relationship. I didn't want to get another breakup voicemail from him.
I watched as Harry whispered something to Liam and then he passed it on to the others. I wondered what was going on.
Harry brought his microphone to his lips and spoke, "We have a little change of plans. Instead of singing What Makes You Beautiful, we are going to sing a song that I wrote. It's very personal and I hope you will all enjoy it."
Before the song even started, I knew what they were going to sing. It's the song that I must've listened to a million times.
I'm sorry if I say, "I need you,"
But I don't care,
I'm not scared 'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker.
Is that so wrong?
Is it so wrong?
That you make me strong?
I tried my hardest to not tear up. That song meant a lot to me. Harry spotted me in the crowd and when it was his turn to sing in the song, he sang to me.
It's like time stood still.
Like, I was the only one in the crowd.
I was still furious with him. He kissed Lana. If it was planned or strategic, he should've told me about it.
"Is he singing to you?" Mallory asked me before the song ended.
I shook my head, "No."
When the guys finished their set, they got off the stage and I saw Harry was coming towards me.
"I have to go." I told Mallory. I didn't want to talk to Harry. Not now. I was still upset. I didn't want to say anything that I would regret.
I needed time.
I moved through the crowd trying to get away from Harry. I needed to go to the bathroom, so I headed in that direction.
I looked back to see if I could see Harry coming towards me when I bumped into someone again.
"I'm sorry!" I apologized.
It was Dylan O'Brien again.
"We have got to stop meeting like this." I laughed.
"I really don't mind." He smiled.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked him.
He nodded, "I actually am. I lost my friends. They are around here somewhere."
"Do you need help finding them?"
Dylan shook his head, "No, I can find them. I wouldn't want to keep you from working."
"Yeah, I have some stuff I have to go check on. Hopefully I will run into you again." I joked.
I started to walk away, but then I felt him touch my arm.
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but I was hoping to get your phone number. Maybe we could hang out sometime?" Dylan suggested.
I was a little hesitant at first.
"Uh sure." Dylan handed me his phone and I put my number in.
I handed it back to him, "Thanks, (Y/n). I'll call you."
Dylan walked away and I had to get back to work.
When the party ended, I was so happy to be able to go home. I was thankful that I didn't run into Harry again.
When I got to my apartment, I took off my heels and padded into my bedroom. I took off my dress and slipped on a white shirt and shorts. I put my hair into a ponytail and took a deep breath.
All I could think about was Harry.
I wondered what he was doing right now. Was he with Lana?
I started to go to the bathroom and take off my makeup, when the doorbell rang. I thought that it was Torrance. She might've forgotten her key or she was to drunk to unlock the door.
I went to open it and Harry was there. I was so tempted to close the door on him.
"(Y/n)." He breathed out.
"What do you want?" I asked him.
"We need to talk. Please." He practically begged.
"It's late, Harry. I'm tired." I said.
"I'm sorry, (Y/n). I didn't want to kiss her. Management told me to. After tonight, I didn't have to pretend anymore. They told me that I didn't have to fake date Lana anymore. We can be together."
"You still kissed her, Harry. You should've told me what was going to happen but you just left me in the dark. We are supposed to communicate with each other. That's what messed us up before." I explained.
"I promise that I won't ever leave anything from you again. I just don't want you to be upset with me. I care too much about you to let you go." Harry whispered the last part.
"I care about you too, but tonight was too much."
"Come to London with me, please? We leave tomorrow morning and I want you to come with me. I don't want to be separated from you." He reached over and grabbed my hand.
I shook my head, "My life is here."
"I'm not asking for you to come with me permanently. Come meet my family."
What?
Now he wanted me to meet his family?
"I think we need some time apart, Harry." I murmured.
He froze, "Are you breaking up with me?"
Was I?
"No, I just need some time to myself." I told him.
He looked down at his shoes, "Okay. Will you come and say goodbye tomorrow?"
I nodded, "Yeah, I will."
"Good night, (Y/n)." Harry told me.
"Good night." I replied.
Harry leaned over and kissed my cheek softly. His lips lingered against my cheek a little before he moved away and left. I closed the door and leaned against it. Part of me wanted to run after him and tell him that I would go to London with him, but the other part didn't want to forgive him so easily.
