Stepdad Styles

Chapter 19

--Hazel--

Watching Harry perform on stage from the crowd wasn't exactly the easiest tasks to manage, especially when half the girls around you are giving you the stink eye or looking as if they are about to pounce on me at any second.

It goes without being said that Harry would occasionally make a small hand gesture my way, or send a dazzling smile that had the girls erupting around me in loud hysterics.

As they wrapped up the concert I decided it was best to make my way towards the side of the stage before all hell breaks lose. I can't seem to fight through this crowd though, and who am I kidding, I don't blame them. If I was at my favorite bands concert I wouldn't let some biotch try to snag the spot infront of me.

"Higgs!" I shout, cupping my hands around my mouth trying to get the muscular mans attention as he has his back to me. To my dismay he can't hear my attempts to get his attention as I continue to call his name.

Louis breaks into a small solo of their song 'everyone tries, to see what it feels like, but they'll never be right, because it's betterrr' the beat to the song carries on with their 'awhoo' calls when Harry belts out "Paul!" He casually points towards me, shaking his finger drastically while Higgs turns around. So that's his first name, ha I forgot.

"Paul!" I wave a hand at him, his glare is harsh as his eyebrows meet together in confusion. "I need to get backstage!" Immediately I'm clawed it, begged for me to take them with me.

"Ladies! Take 5 steps back from Hazel or you will be escorted out of the building and unable to return."

--Harry--

"Have you seen Hazel?" I ask Zayn for the fifth time today.

"No man, I haven't." His reply is short and tempered. "Ask someone else, you've asked me atleast 20 times today." Now I haven't?

Deciding to leave Zayn to rest I spot Louis lazily laying spread eagle on the lounges couch in our dressing room.

"Louis, dear buddy, ol' chap!" I over happily greet him to which he opens his eyes a bit to suspiciously take my presence in.

"What now?" He rolls his eyes and closes them again.

"Have you se-"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"So you've seen her?"

"No, Harry! Now get out, bug someone else with your twenty questions!" I can't hide the frown that forms on my lips as he snaps at me. An awful feeling overwhelms me and I can't help but fight back a few tears from escaping my eyes.

I turn around to get out of this negative room, filled with two people who obviously don't want me around right now, but I am face to face with Niall.

"Sup? Hazel told me to tell you that she couldn't reach you backstage so she was escorted out to a cab and back to my place."

Note to self, ask Niall first if he's seen Hazel.

"You alright?" He asks, eyeing me closely and lays a hand on my shoulder.

"I am, indeed." I nod my head. He looks at me funny before laughing. "Good old Harry, always a good laugh with you!" He smiles at me as he side steps around me.

--Hazel--

"But I can't leave, Harry is expecting me to be backstage after. You can't just do this, let me go!" I feel horrible shouting at Paul, considering I haven't known him for that long, but pulling me out by my arm through a crowd of people wasn't exactly pleasant.