Extricate // l.s

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"Louis, get your ass down here!"

"Watch your mouth, Lottie!"

I smirked at the sound of mum scolding Lottie. I actually took my time to get ready today. Most days, I would just tend to throw on a plain t-shirt and some skinnies, putting no effort into my daily outfits. Today was different. I was seeing a cute boy. This opportunity only came once in a lifetime.

I bounded down the stairs right when my mum called my name. Lottie stood by the front door, tapping her foot impatiently against the hardwood floor. I grabbed my jacket from the rack and kissed mum goodbye on the cheek. Lottie did the same and was bolting out the door immediately.

"Have fun!" Mum told us with a grin. She looked at me and winked. "Not too much fun, though..."

"Mum!" I groaned, my cheeks flushed in embarrassment even though I didn't know why. It wasn't like I ever had a chance with this guy. Also I saw all of the girlfriends he's had. He's straight.

Lottie was sat in the passenger seat but leaned over so she could honk the horn multiple times. I rolled my eyes and climbed into the driver's side. Mum stood by the door, waving and mouthing for me to be careful. I bobbed my head and smiled before backing out of the driveway. Lottie plucked out a CD from her coat pocket.

"Can we listen to this on the way?" She practically begged. Just by the tone of her voice, I knew it was Harry's CD.

I sighed dramatically. "I mean, I guess. He better be a good singer or I'm shutting it off." I said, acting as if I've never heard his music.

That made her squeal. She opened the case at rapid speed and put it into the player. The rockstar's voice flooded through the car and I smiled, enjoying it more than I should have.

Three hours later, we were at the venue. The lot was packed full and I had to park in the grass before heading to the entrance of the large stadium. I've never actually been to a real concert. I mean, I went to a Jonas Brother's concert when Lottie was ten, but that doesn't count.

The worker at the entrance scanned our tickets and let us through so we could find our seats. Mum paid a fucking lot for those tickets so we were front row, which left me with a fantastic close up view of the lad. As time flew by, the stadium quickly filled up with screaming girls and a few dads and lads. The lights dimmed down and the screams grew louder by the millisecond.

When his silhouette appeared on the stage behind that pastel flowered curtain, Lottie screamed at the top of her lungs beside me, which caused me to suffer from a short period of hearing loss. After the entrance of his song, the curtain slowly began to lift and he was revealed. He wore a black and white floral suit that would look horrible on anyone else but he actually rocked it. I found myself actually gaping at him with my jaw hung open and closed it immediately.

After his concert, Lottie grabbed my hand and dragged me to an enclosed area. I widened my eyes when two men asked for meet and greet tickets. I looked down at my sister and saw her pulling two out of her purse. I gaped at her and allowed her to pull me into the space.

"Harry will be here soon. Please wait patiently." A man with brown slicked back hair and stubble told us before walking backstage to where I guess Harry would be.

After about ten minutes, the man stepped back into the room with Harry in tow. At first, he looked tired. I saw the sadness in his eyes before he immediately put a smile on his face. He was now wearing a white t-shirt, clad black skinnies, and brown heeled boots. There weren't that many people in the room so they all went before us. Lottie had said she wanted to be last to hug him so it would be more memorable.

The line disappeared quickly, all of the girls and boys getting their pictures with Harry before it was finally our turn. Harry smiled at us. "Fans?"

Lottie nodded frantically before I could reply. She threw herself into his arms and he hugged her back, both of his arms wrapped around her small frame. She finally pulled away after about ten seconds and held out her copy of his album for him to sign. He quickly signed it and looked at me, his smile still lingering on his face.

"Do you want a hug too?"

Oh, I would love one. "Nah, maybe just like... a handshake? For making my little sister happy."

I'm a fucking idiot.

Harry chuckled and went to grab my hand to shake. His hands were unbelievably soft and I didn't want to let go but I also didn't want to come off as creepy and odd so I pulled away.

"Want me to sign anything?" He asked in a soothing deep voice.

I started sweating, realizing I hadn't brought anything with me because I honestly had nothing for him to sign in my possession. I could've borrowed Lottie's Harry doll but that would look a bit strange for a nineteen year old to be bringing to a concert to be signed.

"Um... My arm?" I blurted out. Lottie was across the room looking at the tour dates for the rest of the year, not paying any attention to Harry and I.

Harry chuckled. He uncapped his sharpie and motioned for me to give him my arm. When he took my wrist in his gentle hands, he began signing his autograph. I thought he was finished and was about to pull my arm away when he wrote something else. His number.

I nearly shit myself right then and there.

He lifted his eyes back up to look at me and gave me a small smile before letting go of my arm. I was left speechless. Lottie strolled back over to where we were standing and grabbed onto my wrist, asking when we were going to leave.

"It was wonderful to meet you..." He paused, not knowing my sister's name.

"Lottie!" She finished instantly. "And that's my brother, Louis."

"It's been wonderful to meet you, Lottie and Louis. I hope you had a wonderful time." He said with a grin, showing off his white teeth.

Lottie waved at Harry before she began tugging me out of the room, not even giving me a chance to look back at the curly haired lad. She hasn't seen what's written on my arm and she wasn't going to because I immediately pulled my sleeve down past my wrist. She didn't pay any attention to it, too thrilled that she just met her idol of seven years.

When we arrived at home, it was already dark out and mum was on the couch reading a book. She shot us a grin when we walked through the door and asked how the concert went. Lottie explained how wonderful Harry was and showed mum her signed album cover, tracing over his autograph with her index finger. I kissed mum on the cheek and headed up to bed, wanting to text the number he gave me as soon as I could.

I unlocked my phone and typed the number in with rapid thumbs.

-is this harry styles ?

I set my phone on my nightstand and changed into my pajamas while I waited patiently for a text back. He was probably busy so I most likely wouldn't get one for awhile, but that was okay. Suddenly my phone lit up with a notification.

-unknown number: Depends. Who might this be?

I punched myself in the face mentally for not giving my name beforehand.

-it's louis . we met at the concert tonight (:

The reply was immediate this time.

-Hello, Louis. (: Care to join me for coffee sometime?

Oh, I was crushing hard for this famous lad.

-I would love to (:

That was how it all began.

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