Illusion

Chapter 5: Set Lists, Hip Thrusts And Happy Birthdays

Author's Note

Hi everyone. I'd just like to say I'm really sorry about the spelling / grammar mistakes in the last chapter. I did go over it and fix them but apparently Watt Pad isn't cooperating and the changes won't save so I'm sorry about that.

Anyway the concert is finally here! It feels like it's taken years to get here but, here we are. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

A big shout out to my beautiful babe Nana who will be a recurring character in the form of Harry's stylist. Love you lots!

Please vote, comment and share if you do enjoy it.
If not enjoy it anyway.

All the love

Z x

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Harry ran at break neck speed back down the hallway to his dressing room, cold tea sloshing from his cup as he went. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he ran, quickly texting the band as he went along.

C. H. A. S. M

Haz: Hey guys and Mitch. I need to speak to you all ASAP! Meet me at my dressing room in 5 :) x

Harry continued to run not stopping to check if anyone had replied and skidded to a halt in front of his dressing room. He shoved his way inside and deposited his now empty cup on the small table.

He rummaged in his messenger bag looking for his set list. He should know this by heart and usually he did but his encounter with Louis had his head in a spin.

His phone pinged four times one after the other reminding him that he'd messaged Claire, Sarah, Adam and Mitch. Someone or multiple someone's had replied so he opened his phone and the message. He covered his eyes with his hand and peeped through his fingers knowing the response probably wouldn't be the best.

Mitch: What did you do Haz!? I'm not drunk enough whatever it is.

Jonesy: Haz... This better not be anything major. Worried :/

Adam: Don't tell me, you want to do something crazy and drastic 2 hrs before the show.

Claire: Remind me why I'm in this band again?

Harry had to laugh at them. He knew they were all right and yet they knew what they'd signed up for. They worked really well as a team and to Harry they were more like four annoying teenage siblings than band mates.

Haz: No you're not, yes, yes, and coz you wouldn't have it any other way <3 :)

The replies were instentaneous.

Mitch: HAZ!

Adam: HAZZA!

Claire: HARRY!

Jonesy: HAROLD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?

Harry didn't reply and decided to let them stew as they made their way from wherever in the arena they were to his dressing room. He'd had no luck finding his set list in his bag, so he rummaged through a stack of papers on the desk. Yellow post it notes, odd shaped scraps of paper and pens all flying to the floor in his desperate attempt to find it.

He wanted to have the set list revised and done before Mitch, Adam, Claire and Sarah got there so there'd be less arguing. He figured if he was organised they'd be more likely to agree.